I love my kids!

I know as parents we all have those moments with our kids. Last night I was attempting to can the apples we brought back from our trip to Asheville. The boys had been playing and had not given me a thought until I began working on the apples. I was making apple preserves (which I have never done) so first I had to peel the apples, then core the apples, next I had to mix the apples with some lemon juice and water and bring to a boil...add pectin....add sugar...anyway you get the picture. It takes a few minutes to do all the steps plus you need to keep a watch on the apples so you don't scorch them. Well, the boys decide they should bring all their toys to the kitchen and play right in front of me. I convince them to play on the table. Then Charlie decides he wants grits. Nothing will do unitl he has grits. He cried for about 20 minutes straight even after I fixed his grits, got him a Band-Aid for his "boo-boo" and he talked to Grandma Sherry. Of course Rosty decides he needs grits too. Rosty also picks this time to give me a big hug and say "Mommy, thank you for not being mean to me." What... Is someone being mean to you?? I have no clue where that came from.

Well, I eventaully get my apples ready to go in the jars. I followed the recipe so why did I fill up only 3 jars instead of 6 jars. I guess I didn't follow the recipe too good, huh?? No actually I did but I used pint jars instead of jelly jars (which are half-pints). Oh well.....

I hope to can some apple wedges tonight & my neighbor brought me 4.5 pounds of cranberries back from Massachusetts. I found a cranberry sauce recipe. I know what what my contribution to Thanksgiving dinner is going to be.

Lee was at a meeting last night so he missed all the fun! But this is how I ended my night and now you'll know why I love my kids.....

The boys had both had a bath. I went to the kitchen (with Charlie) to get something to drink. Rosty's instructions were to brush his teeth. As I walked back into my bedroom I said, "Rosty lets go to bed."

He say, "But I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

As I was walking into the bathroom I say, "Why not- ROSTY!!!!" The child had a handful of markers in the bathroom and had drawn on his face and stomach. Hindsight, I wish I wuold have taken a picture. Like I said he had been out of the bathtub for like 5 minutes. I take the toothbrush and toothpaste out of his hand laid it down and start cleaning him up...again. After I finish I turn around and Charlie is standing behind me. He has taken the toothpaste. It is in his mouth and he is squeezing it out. I have no clue how much Dr. Suess toothpaste he ate!

I know I will have lots more stories like this to share throughout the years. But I do love them with all my heart. I thank God everyday for them.