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Always and Forever
Our Family
About Me
- Kristen
- I am a wife to a wonderful and loving husband, a mother to 3 beautiful and amazing children, and a daughter of the King.
In the will of God, there is no higher, holier calling, and no greater joy, than to be a wife and mother.
"To love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God."
Titus 2:4-5
"To love their husbands and children, to be self-controlled and pure, to be busy at home, to be kind, and to be subject to their husbands, so that no one will malign the word of God."
Titus 2:4-5
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Always and Forever
Abby May
Jackson says the darndest things...
J: Mommy?
M: Yes baby.
J: The baby's heart looked kind of like a uvula.
M: You think so?
J: Yeah, like a tiny little uvula wiggling around.
Random nurse on the elevator: Well, I guess it's pretty obvious that he's going into medicine like his Daddy.
J: Who is 69 years old?
M: I can't think of anyone we know who is 69 (thinking to myself...what an odd question)
D: Grandpa is 60, and Chief is 62.
J: 62? Wow. That is a lot of months.
D: Do you know what "requested" means?
J: No
D: It means "asked".
J: Oh. It means "asked", in Spanish.
M: Luke used to be a little tiny baby, but he's getting so big now.
J: He's not big, Mommy. He's just medium.
J: Mommy, I think God is a gir-lul.
M: Really?
J: No. Actually, he's a boy.
(At bedtime)
J: Mommy, you ta-got (forgot) to ask me what I want to be when I grow up.
M: Terribly sorry. What do you want to be when you grow up?
J: Well, I could be a doctor, or a police man, or a painter, or a train conductor, or a cut grasser...I think I'll be a cut grasser.
M: What does a cut grasser do?
J: Cut the grass.
J: What are you doing, Mommy?
M: Paying bills.
J: What are bills?
M: We have to pay for all the things that we have...like our house, the lights, our car, things like that.
J: Oh. Make sure you pay the train bill.
(After being in time out for throwing toys)
J: Mommy, I'm sorry you took my toys away. (pointing and wagging his finger at me) But me and you, we just do things different.
M: Excuse me? Where did you hear that?
J: That's what they say on Word World.
M: Well, this is Mommy's World.
(Brad to Jackson on the swings)
D: Jackson, you're flying!
J: No, I'm falling...with style!
J: Mommy, is your big girl underwear dry?
M: Yes.
J: Let me check.
M: Um, that's ok.
J: Mommy, are those your boobies?
M: Yes.
J: Let me see them.
M: No.
J: Yes, Mommy. Just get them out.
M: I'm not that kind of Mommy. And you have a lot to learn in the romance department.
M: This summer when we go to Marine Land, you'll get to feed the dolphins.
J: Wow, that's cool.
M: What do you think dolphins eat?
J: Probably bird seed.
M: Yes baby.
J: The baby's heart looked kind of like a uvula.
M: You think so?
J: Yeah, like a tiny little uvula wiggling around.
Random nurse on the elevator: Well, I guess it's pretty obvious that he's going into medicine like his Daddy.
J: Who is 69 years old?
M: I can't think of anyone we know who is 69 (thinking to myself...what an odd question)
D: Grandpa is 60, and Chief is 62.
J: 62? Wow. That is a lot of months.
D: Do you know what "requested" means?
J: No
D: It means "asked".
J: Oh. It means "asked", in Spanish.
M: Luke used to be a little tiny baby, but he's getting so big now.
J: He's not big, Mommy. He's just medium.
J: Mommy, I think God is a gir-lul.
M: Really?
J: No. Actually, he's a boy.
(At bedtime)
J: Mommy, you ta-got (forgot) to ask me what I want to be when I grow up.
M: Terribly sorry. What do you want to be when you grow up?
J: Well, I could be a doctor, or a police man, or a painter, or a train conductor, or a cut grasser...I think I'll be a cut grasser.
M: What does a cut grasser do?
J: Cut the grass.
J: What are you doing, Mommy?
M: Paying bills.
J: What are bills?
M: We have to pay for all the things that we have...like our house, the lights, our car, things like that.
J: Oh. Make sure you pay the train bill.
(After being in time out for throwing toys)
J: Mommy, I'm sorry you took my toys away. (pointing and wagging his finger at me) But me and you, we just do things different.
M: Excuse me? Where did you hear that?
J: That's what they say on Word World.
M: Well, this is Mommy's World.
(Brad to Jackson on the swings)
D: Jackson, you're flying!
J: No, I'm falling...with style!
J: Mommy, is your big girl underwear dry?
M: Yes.
J: Let me check.
M: Um, that's ok.
J: Mommy, are those your boobies?
M: Yes.
J: Let me see them.
M: No.
J: Yes, Mommy. Just get them out.
M: I'm not that kind of Mommy. And you have a lot to learn in the romance department.
M: This summer when we go to Marine Land, you'll get to feed the dolphins.
J: Wow, that's cool.
M: What do you think dolphins eat?
J: Probably bird seed.
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