Every mommy will tell you that there is a point where they have reached their mommy max and need some child free adult time. The other day I realized that I had reached that point. I knew I’d reached my mommy max today when I was working away and think to myself what hubby might think of something, but instead of thinking “Joel will be happy…” I thought to myself “Daddy will be happy…” I wasn’t “done” with my kids by any means, but thinking to yourself in kid speak is a sure indicator (for me at least) that I need lengthy adult conversations that don’t involve kids in order to keep me sane. Call it a pre-emptive strike or preventative medicine if you will. It made me laugh to myself and I went about my work.

So, have you reached your mommy max recently? What is a sign that you need some adult time?

      Being a pregnant mommy of two has its challenges and frustrations. Not that I didn’t know it would be, it just always finds new ways of expression that were totally unexpected. I’m not going to go into all the details of just how my girls have pushed me to my limit. After all, this is “Mommy Confessions” not “Kiddo Confession” (though that does sound kind of catchy!) No this is me sharing with you that on more than one occasion I have handled my trials less then gracefully. Let’s just say that when it comes to extended sickness I can morph into one cranky mommy with a very short annoyance fuse. It would seem this time around that even sounds can make me nauseas (oh goodie!)

      I’m trying to spend extra quality time with the girls so that they know they are loved and precious to me. I’m giving lots of kisses, hugs and I love you’s. I’m sitting and reading book after book to them even though talking often makes me feel like I’m going to gag and with every page I feel sicker and sicker.

      They are worth it though. And this tiny little life growing in me is worth it as well. If this pregnancy goes the same as the last two, the sickness will pass in three to four more weeks and we will be on to new challenges. Until then I will rejoice in the fact that I still fit into my size 12 jeans and that I haven’t gained any weight (yet)!

Do you have any fun pregnancy stories to share with us? I could use a good laugh or smile!

Last week I shared about some of the things that Emma says that are cute. This week it’s not so cute, actually it can be quite annoying. It’s my fault though. You see we don’t want Emma saying “oh my gosh” because it sound too much like the real thing so we tell her to say “oh my goodness”. It took a few weeks of correcting her and her correcting herself but she got it. The problem is who she learned it from, which would be me and Joel. So now she corrects US every time we say the wrong thing “Not oh my gosh, oh my goodness”. Sometimes it’s so much harder practicing what you preach.

Have you had any slip of the tongues that your children have quickly pounced upon?

Kids say the darnedest things right? Emma has lots of funny phrases that we’ve taught her like “I’m frustrated”, or “how was your day mommy?” Here is a video of a few of the things she says. Some of the details are a little mixed up but she gets all the important stuff right.

Yes the last part is true, and it took us an entire evening to get her to say the whole thing right. But once she got it she was repeating it all over the house.

      We as moms try our darnedest to be good examples for our children. It is my heart’s desire to love my children with Christ’s love and not act out of my flesh. But sometimes, often times, it doesn’t work out that way. Earlier this week, right before bed time, Emma came into my room with raisins in her mouth. Dinner was done and she had not been given permission to have a snack. I assumed she had gotten into the bag of raisins in the den and had helped herself. I gave her a spanking and told her that she had to ask permission to have a snack, then daddy sent her to sit on her bed. It wasn’t really too upsetting to her until daddy said “go sit on your bed”. Soon after I found her cup from the day before that had leftover raisins in it. She had not opened the bag and helped herself; she had eaten the raisins that she knew to be hers. I felt terrible.

      A dear friend of mine is teaching me what it looks like and how important it is to apologize to your children. I have always believed this to be true, but more applicable when the girls are a little bit older. What I am learning now is that though they really don’t get it and won’t for a few more years, it is important for me to see my sin against them and act accordingly regardless if they understand. By doing this now I am training myself to do it later when it really does matter to them. So in I went to ask her to forgive me. She sobbed awhile longer while clinging to me, but eventually she calmed down and we finished our evening.

     Parents aren’t above their kids when it comes to sin. Adults and children alike are on the same playing field. If I have a bad attitude towards my children it is the same as having one towards my husband, co-worker, brother, etc.

So how about you, have you found yourself in need of seeking forgiveness from your children lately?

Last week I shared that I am NOT a morning person. This week I thought I would share with you my very special, very one of a kind alarm clock. You may have something similar, but nothing quite as unique as mine.

Emma comes peeking in my door every morning and then thump, thump, thumps her way across the floor to my side of the bed as quick as she can. Sometimes I get a quiet “mommy, I awake!” Other days, like today she snuck in quietly and stood at my bed staring at me without a word until I pried my eyes open when she then whispered “Hi!”

Next she retrieves my glasses for me and opens them so that I can put them on. She then squeals “You’re awake!” Next she tries to turn on the lamp that sits on the stand beside my bed which I quickly squelch with a “No Emma, mommy’s not THAT awake yet.”

Yes this means I don’t even think about getting up before the kiddos. If Sammie is still asleep I often Scoop Emma up into bed with me for some snuggle time.

Do you have a one of a kind alarm clock?