Category Archives: caleb

Fire Fighter Museum

Today we took a little field trip. We don’t do field trips often (although I hope one day we can be settled enough to do more with a local home school group… ). This trip worked out great. Travis has a 3 day weekend due to rotation week… so we made the best of a friday off and went to a local Fire Fighter Museum. Its free (we love free). It also wasn’t far. So that was a perk as well.

Reed’s big obsession lately are fire trucks. He makes the cutest “wooo wooo wooo” fire truck sounds ever. Very loud and vocal too. Its adorable. SO we knew this would be a hit. He had so much fun exploring the antique fire museum… but the real icing on the cake was when an actual fire fighter let him sit in the fire truck.

Made his day.

The older boys enjoyed it as well. All in all, a great trip.

Here are a few memories from our time.


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The machine Caleb is in front is called the Aurora. It has quiet the history! There are only 3 around to date.

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Fire Trucks sure are high too. A boys climbing dream :)

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The truck the boys were climbing on today cost A MILLION DOLLARS. Phew!

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Boys World

You know you are living in a boys world, when you walk into their bedroom and see this….

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August was a bit in defensive positioning here :)
Anytime you approach him from above he puffs up.
Thinking Im a big bird or predator.

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He is gentle as can be though :)

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Btw, Happy Valentines everyone.

We aren’t really into Valentines here… don’t do much at all… but it is a good excuse to eat sweets, so im game :)

Teaching Care

Teaching Care

I get stopped often while out with my boys. Especially if I am running an errand… waiting in line somewhere… or trying on clothes (yes I have taken all four of my boys into a dressing room area – now that they are older they wait outside my dressing room, but you get the idea). When people ask me “Are all these yours?” :) I often wonder if they think I am their nanny or sister… but when I respond “Yup, all 4.” Their response more times than not is “Bless your heart.

For years my boys never really said anything when people would say this.

They were oblivious to the words of most strangers… and would just go on doing whatever boys do while out in public. :) Now that my older two are 8 and 10, they notice a lot more.

Caleb who is 10 often ask me “Why do people always say that?

I then have to explain to him that people think 4 kids is a lot… which I guess it is… but even more so they believe that having four boys especially is unusually hard and crazy to deal with.

Boys are crazy.

… and a tad foolish at times (then again so are girls).

They are loud.

Love to wrestle.

Run, jump, climb.

… but one thing that my boys are as well, is very caring.

Teaching boys CareI never believed you had to teach boys to love or care… but I am learning as I grow and my children grow, that caring… is far more than just loving each other. Caring is something we teach our boys to do as well.

Teaching them to care for those around them.

To care for their friends.

To care for their home.

Their things.

Their bodies.

To care for and respect authority.

To care about what they say to each other and how that may affect the other person.

Having boys is so much more than reigning in the hyper activity and rowdy play.

I have seen first hand how amazingly caring boys can be… but I have also seen how disrespectful and uncaring children can be when not taught to care. When I became a mother I never realized the responsibility that was being set for me in raising children. I knew the obvious responsibility. Clothing, loving, feeding, education a child… but its far more.

Thankful for wisdom.

Scripture.

From elders/adults I look up to.

All of which have helped me to raise four boys who are growing up to be amazing young men.

They are young… and while society seems to expect so little from children at the age my kids are… and really on into the teen years. I expect a lot and I believe we don’t give our kids enough credit for how amazing they can be, even at age 8 and 10.

They have their fights.

Their spats over stupidness.

The uncontrollable silliness on a night off.

… but while the world may see “Bless her Heart as they see me with a line of boys behind me in a store… I’m thinking “They Bless my Heart” and I am so thankful I can actually go out to a store and enjoy them.

Do I want to grocery shop with them every week? Not really haha. They are children… and children can be distracting while shopping, even while well behaved. It is far easier to grocery shop without them… but if I had to go to the store weekly with all four of my boys, it would be absolutely doable.

Enjoy motherhood.

Let them be children.

… but instill in them a desire to care.

Being Boys

Being Boys

Life as a Boy MomThere have been very few people in my life, that I have come across, who just very much dislike me and my family. I don’t say that in any way to brag… I think over all we are fairly likable people. I try to be kind and generous as much as I can with those I meet. There was a time and place in our journey moving around, that one of our neighbors from the get go was negative and cold to our family. She spoke to us maybe twice… One of those times she was asking us to move our trampoline over a foot… because it was “on her yard.” As if that foot mattered? and as if we knew (After all we had only been there a day or two…). There were not many pleasant encounters sadly and it really puzzled me as to why.

She had two children and we never saw them.

The drama surrounding this particular family is a bit in-depth but not worth really getting into much more than what I just shared. I am always hesitant to write about people who don’t know me well and I don’t know them well… I think there is wisdom in keeping our mouth shut… but I also find wisdom in speaking truth too… and talking about things I believe firmly in. So this is in no way to hate on a woman I don’t know. I truly felt for her… and I know we each have our own brokenness… and if she was still my neighbor, I would have tried to make things better… One thing I remember thinking though, when I observed this woman’s children, was that she never allowed them to play outdoors much. Maybe it was because she didn’t like us.. That very well could have been it. I remember thinking how I would have loved to have her son come out to play with our boys… and use our trampoline or play set… I think children being allowed to play outside is so important… Allowing boys to play. Create. Explore. Is so good for them.

To be boys.

Without every moment worrying about how dirty they may get or “if” they may possibly encounter a bug… or a snake.

Life to me is so much more than rules and perfectly kept children.

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Life as a Boy MomI wanted so badly for her to realize the freedom in just being… and enjoying the childhood we get to watch our kids live.

Yesterday,

…while my boys played happily and carefree in our creek.


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Getting messy.

Wet.

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Dirt and grit under their nails.

Exploring on their own, without me holding their hand every step of the way.

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I just couldn’t help but feel blessed.

Sounds crazy. In some moments like that you’d think the mom would automatically go to the “oh man… such a mess!” While there are days I can go towards that tendency… I am finding such freedom these days in letting that part of me go a bit more.

They are so much fun to watch and I love even more how “boyish” they are together as brothers…

… it blesses me greatly.

So to the mom who enjoys the monogrammed shirts (no hate, it is cute.). With cuties decked out in perfectly laced shoes, with no dirt on them. Leather jackets or name brand button ups. Let those dudes be dudes… and learn to love it. :-) There is plenty of time for perfecting a look. I don’t believe childhood should consist of perfection in the least.

From one grown up child who grew up digging into a creek with her older brother. I can honestly say my mom allowing me to explore and “be” a kid… did nothing but shape me into one cool dude mom, haha… and I am so thankful for that freedom she gave us.

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Creek Boys

Creek Boys

Life with four boysWe have gotten the nick name by some ;) and are referred to as “the creek boys” :)

It is a nick name I for one think our boys would wear proudly.

One of the things I was looking for when we began our search for our very first “home purchase”, was to find a home with a creek. I know that seems like such a silly thing to put on a “house hunt” list… but for me, it wasn’t. I grew up with my brother around a creek very similar. I have so many amazing memories of him and I exploring the woods.

Building forts.

Playing in the creek, skipping rocks, finding cray fish and so forth.

That creek for me at least, was a haven from the world… I have nothing but great memories from those times there.

I don’t know how long we will live in this house… but for the few years we have so far, having a creek has been nothing but awesome.

Yesterday we decided to let the boys build a small fire pit near their fort. Its within an arms reach or so of the creek, so lots of water nearby to help put out anything. We made it very small to ensure nothing got out of hand and also will only allow them to use it with supervision from our oldest Caleb or myself. It was fun to see them get so excited over a few creek rocks and bricks stacked up.


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… and can I just add how amazing Georgia weather was yesterday! Wow. I felt slightly spoiled to enjoy a 60 degree day in January. If you can’t tell one of my boys has a bathing suit on :) – since he was playing in the creek water… and Caleb my oldest doesn’t have shoes on either. It was plenty warm to go shoeless. Tomorrow is suppose to be just as pretty. I’m excited to enjoy the sunshine before more rain heads in.