treehouse

i built a 3 story treehouse when i was 12, because my brothers kicked me out of THEIR treehouse, plus i already owned the carpenter pants. they came in very handy. I wish I had a picture.

potty trained in an outhouse

I am going to start writing things most people probably don't know about me so here goes............Yes, it's true yours truly was potty trained in an outhouse. When most people my age were getting their first computer i was living in Indiana in a little place called Brown county. Raised poor, my dad built our house as he had money for materials, so for about 6 months we lived in our basement with no roof......and, no running water! Our family of 5 took baths in a neighbors pond, my dad built an outhouse for our facilities. I was 2. Prime age for Potty training. Sadly, there was not much incentive to climb out of my warm bed and treck down the hill to the cold smelly DARK outhouse. No, there were no lights. John says I grew up 30 years behind the times.

things I've noticed today

1. cville coffee is not the place to start ferberizing your baby.
2. touching a soldering iron (while on)...bad idea.
3. the rope swing is going to have to come down.
4. grocery store is no place for 4 Boggs children.
5. chocolate banana pie, not so bad.
6. jordan's first poo on the potty...so proud..then again on the carpet..not as proud.
7. no land line means no name in the yellowbook..kinda sad about that.
8. paying my kids to play with my hair...worth it!

the Faith of a child

Sunday night while working on the landscaping, I used a wheelbarrow to move some very large rocks from the construction piles down the road. sadly the wheelbarrow tipped over Full of rocks, and landed on my right foot,John swept me up and carried me up the stairs, while icing my foot, sweet darlin Rece came over and said," I asked Jesus to heal your foot". the pain instantly diminished in light of the faith of a little child. As a mom, there have been lots of (moments), but that moment is one I will always remember. My foot has healed well it is now thursday and I can finally wear a shoe, but my biggest take away is seeing Rece go to God in a time where she was unable to help on her own. What a blessing to Know GOD in this life, and see what he is doing. Nothing better.

The Way to a Girls heart is SHOES!(or Boots)

Ok, Random, a boy in angela's class bought her a pair of boots! Timberlands, with his own money, second hand. As a mother, there are many ways to look at this. First, He's lying, he stole them from his older sister. Second, he is crazy and if his mom let him do this, she is crazy too. Third, he's so sweet and brilliant to already know that a way to a girls heart is shoes! he's got the upper hand on all the other boys, and starting early at that. .....And he's a thrifter? maybe he's my future son in law. So..what to do....I am going to call angelas teacher get the mom's # and just see what it's all about. being a PARENT is fun and totally unexpected. any suggestions out there?