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I am a 29-ish yr old married mother of 8. My family is my life and I wouldn't have it any other way. My darling husband is my very best friend and together we are raising 8 of the best kids in the world! They are Rose(12) Sarah(12) Ammon(10) Malachi(8) Gabriel(7) Hannah(5) Maggie(4) and Abbie(3) We currently own 2 dogs, 1 bird, 5 chinchillas, 1,000,000 rabbits, 1 cat, 4.5 horses, and one ferret. We just purchased a home that is definately a "fixer-upper", with land and room for the kids to roam. Our goal is to run a mostly self sustaining farm and live in peace as we grow as a strong family unit. We have seen our fair share of hardships, but we are thankful for the many blessings the Lord gives us on a regular basis!

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Music to my ears!

Did you know that it is physically imposible a boy to do ANY job...with out sound effects?

"Ammon, take this up to your room, qickly please."
"Okay, Shhhwishhh." He's flying

"Malachi, Put your name on your paper."
"Okay, ch, ch, ch" Some type of machine, I asume.

My personal favorite...
"Gabie pick your toys up off the floor."
"Okay Mommy. Ahhh! Hes gonna get me! I got you. Now you'll never get away! Ha Ha Ha! Ahhhh!" For those of you who aren't well versed in boy, I belive that was a villian attacking some one.

As I was going from room to room today listening to all of the boys do their chores I started to get annoyed. I already had a head ache...who needed more noise...not me! But when I was headed up to my room I noticed my Ammon sulking on his brother's bed. I took one look at those big, brown, puppy dog eyes and realized that I had some how hurt his feelings... You can just tell.

I had no clue what I had done to earn his pittiful pout, so I sat down and asked him what was wrong.

"You won't let me clean."

"What?"

"You won't let me clean!"

"Honey, I don't care if you clean. What do you want to clean?"

"You won't let me..."(sob, shudder) "I was cleaning and you told me to be quiet!" (sob, sob)

"Ohhh." (light bulb flips on)

My son knew that he could not clean with out making noise. I had asked him to quiet down. He put those two facts in his brain and stirred them around. The conclusion he had come to was...Mom won't let me clean! I had single handedly taken away his favorite pass time!

Well, right then and there, I decided that if I had to put up with a chorus of sound effects to have a tidy living room and a couple of beds made... That was a price I was willing to pay!

So, if you ever call my house and it sounds like super heros have taken over a few bulldozers, or bombs are exploding and women and children are screaming, dont worry. My boys are just hard at work!

(sigh...)

2 comments:

Guffey Family said...

Erica, once again you have brought me tears of laughter over phenomenon I thought only I expierenced. Thank you for sharing!

thegrannynanny said...

Same here1 My oldest son is 19, almost 20, and in bootcamp for the US Marines. I often stop during the day and wonder, what do his comanding officers and the other recruits think when he is running through obsticle courses, holding a pretend gun, making shooting noises with his mouth, as he fires on an unseen enemy?!