Today I ground about 40 lbs. of wheat into flour with my awesome BlendTec wheat mill. Unfortunately, my filter was gone, so my enitre house is now coated in a fine white film. Junior Mint walked into the living room earlier and asked where all the smoke was coming from. I had to open a window and turn on the ceiling fan to clear the air. I guess it's a good thing I never got to mopping the floor last night like I planned because I'm going to need to do it tonight. Although, if I were a better housekeeper, I'd do it every night.
Do you ever find that your children have a special gift for understanding when you're actually trying to accomplish something and do their best to thwart you? If I have a completely lazy day and read a book on the couch for hours, everyone seems to get along fine and keep things quiet. If I start doing a deep clean or cooking or talking on the phone, the kids all go berserk. Just a few minutes ago, as I talked to my sister, Curly Fry held onto one of my legs while Junior Mint held onto my waist and they both tried to knock the other off. Everyone was yelling and Squeaky Bean was just coming to join the action. I thought my ears were sore from having the wheat mill go for so long today (loud motor), but the children screaming is much worse. Now, both boys are climbing on my back yelling, "My Mommy!" right in my ears and Squeaky Bean is on my feet, crying. I guess I'd better go.
As much as I treasure my children, and truly believe that each of them is a sacred trust from God, they can make me crazy. Do you ever have trouble feeling the
sanctifying power of motherhood? Man, I do.
Just before delivery: Here's why I've never been the same...8 lb. 15 oz. of baby in there.
You could only see his neck if he leaned back like this.
He was a happy big guy. 
Squeaky Bean still wears this outfit sometimes and she's nearly one. Junior Mint wasn't even 2 months old here.
This is why I hardly ever put him in pants...he looked squeezed like a sausage. Poor guy. 
