A Walk Back In Time With Walker

This was something I had sent friends about Walker about a year ago, but I thought it was so cute, I wanted to post it here. Thanks for reading!

April of 2007...
A close friend sent me a 'forward' about a list of questions
that a 2nd grade teacher posed to her students. Their
answers were really funny, but it made me wonder what
Walker, my 3 year old would answer. Here are his
responses. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did.


(for those mommies with little ones, I would love to hear
what your children answered)


I'll have you know that I did not prep Walker before
I asked him these questions. I am so amazed by him,
and hearing the answers of my 3 year old, just made me
once again know that I have the ABSOLUTE BEST job in
the world!


WHY GOD MADE MOMS

Why did God make mothers?
1. God made mothers because they need a family.

How did God make mothers?
1. His perfect power-making powers.

What ingredients are mothers made of ?
1.Blood and bones.

Why did God give you your mother and not some other
Mom?
1. Because I only need one mother.

What kind of little girl was your Mom?
1. This question was way too confusing for Walker.
He looked so perplexed.

What did Mom need to know about dad before she
married him?
1.She needed to know if she could get money from
him.

Why did your Mom marry your dad?
1. Because he needed her.

Who's the boss at your house?
1. Jesus.

What's the difference between moms & dads?
1.Well, Moms rhyme with mud and Dad's rhyme with
hud. (I asked what 'hud' means, but Walker said, "it
doesn't mean anything, it just rhymes.")

What does your Mom do in her spare time?
1. Be alone with Dad.

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?
1. Jesus.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what
would it be?
1. That I could always be with her.

I proceeded to let him know it was the last question,
and he said to me, "Mom, I love you." What a blessing
it is to be Walker's Mommy.

Fifteen

FIFTEEN! My baby, Miguel, is fifteen. I have to keep repeating it because that means I am getting old, folks! It makes me look back to when I was 15, and what I thought of my parents (they were even younger when I was 15, than I am now as Miguel turns 15!). I totally thought they were so old and had no clue about what was fun, what was cool, and what the future held. Boy was I wrong! Now, I am faced with 2 teenagers of my own. Thankfully, they are very sweet and lead me to believe that they still consider me fun (loads of it, I am sure.) Miguel is kind, but he knows I am not 'with it' anymore. I do talk with him very openly, so I think this helps him know that I do have some ideas about what the future may bring. He is definitely the kind of son any mother would wish for and I never could have dreamed up such a wonderful child. I couldn't have come up with something this awesome in my head. He blesses me daily, if not every hour of the day. I know that he will make some sweet girl very happy someday by making him her husband, and then making me a Grandma! OH...getting ahead of myself.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MIGUELITO JALAPENITO!

Dear Diary,

I figure when I post about Tim's back pain and issues that go along with it, I would just address it to 'Dear Diary' because it does feel like my blog become like my childhood diary for me...safe, willing to listen, and won't talk back or offer unwanted advice.

Tim just hasn't gotten any better. I am being honest. I don't mean to sound negative, but it is the absolute truth. He just seems to get worse in other physical areas. I pray for him, but not as much as I should. I think I have to give this one to God more than once a day, because I have a hard time letting go and just letting God deal with it all. Funny how I seem to think I will be able to do something to make it all better. The meds just keep getting stronger as time passes, and this seems to affect him very much! He becomes immune to the doses they give, and needs them to be higher and it breaks my heart. Sometimes I go into my 'private cry room'...the shower...and let it all out. STRAIGHT FULL ON SOBBING. I cry out to God with babble because I can't even put into words how much it hurts me to see all the changes in him physically/medically. I hate to see what he is missing, but then am reminded that it could be worse. Enough whining. Thanks for listening, Diary.

Signed,
A wife that has to die to herself daily and give it to God daily

Hooked On Phonics

I didn't think it would happen this quickly, but it did. Walker is officially a reader!! He read his first book, 'Cat', Sunday night. It came from the Hooked on Phonics set that Grandmom gave him for Christmas. Then yesterday he read 'Rag'. I am so crazy proud, I can't even fully contain it! I am making him read his little books to everyone willing to listen. I love that he wanted to stick with the book until he got each word right. We did have to cover the pictures so that he would not be distracted with them. Karizma said that she watched him all through church on Sunday morning working on one page in his bible. She said he kept saying the g sound, then sounding out the o, then ending it with the d sound. I love that he caught that word on his own, and he is ecstatic that he can now spell GOD on his own. Way to go Walker!

Super Tuesday

What a privilege it is to live in a country where I have the freedom to vote! As I picked up my sample ballot to take with me to the polls, I told Walker (our 4 year old) that I would be right back. He asked where I was going and my eldest son told him I was on my way to pick a new president. This sent Walker into a sorrowful state. As many of you know, Walker was named after our current president, George Walker Bush. Walker could not hold back tears and sobbed into my sweatshirt. "But I don't want a new president!...I love my president!' He sobbed some more. I called Tim, knowing this was a job for SuperDad. He got on the phone with Daddy and Walker says, "I just can't even talk about it." OK, he is definitely his father's son...I know Tim is also having a hard time thinking about our President having to leave office in 349 days (thanks, Ivy). I love to see the passion that Tim and his sons share for the way our country is run. Tim was able to calm Walker down by explaining the process. Although, it took Walker awhile to get past the fact that a president can only run for 2 terms. Tim invited Walker to join me to go vote. Walker, Miguel, and I all walked up to our local polling place, and Walker went through the process of voting. He is wearing his 'I Voted' sticker proudly.

Sure hope you got out and voted today...even if you are a democrat ;0) !!!