Well we have arrived in Clarksville, Arkansas. We are staying the night here and then on to Oklahoma tomorrow. We are staying at a really nice hotel. It is a Holiday Inn Express and it has only been opened a month. The kids (my kids that is) have our own room so I should get some good sleep tonight. Sam and Emma did great on the trip. Emma was not fussy at all and she did sleep a little bit. Sam also did good on the trip but he did not nap at all. We got to our hotel around 5:30, we ordered pizza, and swam for a few minutes. A big storm came through so the teens are just hanging out in the common area. Emma and I are back in the room. It is just about Emma's bedtime. Well I was reminded this morning of something Emma did yesterday. In the mornings when I am getting ready Emma likes to be in the bathroom with me but I have to really watch her because I have caught her trying to put something in the toilet. If the lid is down she does not bother the toilet. Well she also likes to go into the bathroom while Sam is in there so we try to keep her out of the bathroom because my dear Sam has a bad habit of not flushing the toilet. Yesterday I was in the kitchen and I heard Sam say to Jeremy "I have to go potty". I then heard him using the bathroom and then I heard him at the sink washing his hands. Then I hear sam say, "Emma, no no". Then I hear, "Emma, your in big trouble!" So I come out of the kitchen and Sam is walking down the hallway with my favorite hairbrush dripping wet from being dropped in the toilet (dirty water may I remind you). Jeremy was laughing but I did not think it was very funny. I washed the hairbrush in the dishwasher so I am hoping all the germs have been washed off. Have I mentioned that Emma is a mess!
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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