Broadway or Nacho Libre

Anyone who says church isn't fun has never been to Cottonwood Christian Assembly. 
Shout out? Yes. 
Biased? Of course. 
Do my sweet M's get shown extra-special treatment because they are pastor's kids? Most definitely. 
A whole church of people know his name and birthday. 
He gets little random gift bags for Easter. 
He takes fun trips with a whole bunch of cool teenagers (who he thinks are his bff, btw).  

And cool lion outfits.
Why? Just for fun. 

Where did it come from? Pastor Nancey's bag of tricks. Who knows where this stuff appears. 

Have you seen Nacho Libre? He was SO one of the lion fighters.  Creepily similar.  

Or maybe a mini-star for Lion King on Broadway.  Let's vote that route for sure. 

The Bed-Time Twins

This is what we have to (get to?) deal with at bed time.  Partners in crime. Crawling all over each other, smothering each other, kissing and hugging each other.  Belly laughs.  All while we are trying to "calm down" before bed.  We're trying to say prayers, talk about the day, and speak words of life to each boy.  Needless to say, it's an adventure.  And Mason really needs a haircut.

Luckiest Lady on Earth

Look at this family.  I mean really.  Does life get any better? Pure joy.

Side note - they sure have nice teeth, don't they?

Blue Moccasins

Wednesdays are just plain chaos.  They start off all nice and relaxing, then somehow by the end of the day all the wheels fall off.  Of course they are fun, fruitful, life-changing... just wheel-less.

SO, this particular Wednesday I was running behind (gasp, I know).  I was trying to feed the children dinner, (which they maybe ate a quarter of), grab all the important things from the house I'd promised not to forget, stock the diaper bag, load everyone into the rocket-ship (minivan), find my phone, make sure I have the church keys, brush my teeth (possibly for the first time of the day) - and get to church in time to get the babies to their classes and still get to the Youth service in time to hug some necks.

As I get to church and start unloading the boys, I realize Marshal has on no shoes or socks.  Barefoot.  Perfect.  At this point there are NO minutes to go home, so I carry my Mason to nursery and my cute- bare -legged Marshal to Kingdom Kids.  I ask our children's pastor, with slight embarrassment, if it's okay if my son participate tonight barefoot.  Of course she did, she's sweet like that.  I joked that I didn't see a "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" sign anywhere... haha, I'm so funny I know.

FAST FORWARD to the end of services.  I go to pick up my happy boy - and alas! He's wearing shoes! Now - I don't know if I can fully describe how funny the situation was, or if the picture gives it justice.  BUT - my little son was donned in blue, suede, at least 4 sizes too big, zip up, girl's moccasins.  Fringe included.  Stuffed with paper towels to keep them on his dirty feet.  The details of where these beauties came from are still a little vague.  But as I'm DYING laughing at my own inabililty to bring my child in shoes, IN ADDITION to the blue suede substitutes, Marshal is grinning from ear to ear saying "Mama! Look at my shoes!" And as they are falling off as he runs, he stops - bends down, puts the paper towels back in, and says, "I love them!"

Oh am I the worst mom ever? No. At least I didn't forget any children.  Yet.