RIP Molly the Malibu

Molly Malibu 1997-2009

Molly the Malibu of Omaha Nebraska died on August 6, 2009 in another case of auto on auto crime. She was only 12 years old. Molly was made a part of my family after sitting on a car lot for months. The salesman couldn't get rid of her because she was purple. I saw something special in her though.

She got around 30 mpg and had four new tires. Her tank was completely full of gas and she had recently been cleaned out. She had purple nail polish on her hood to cover rust spots and a bumper that flapped freely in the wind. Molly is survived by millions of siblings, none of whom bothered to show for the funeral except one that was being serviced next to her.

Molly's life was taken by a Black Escalade with a license plate. The letters and numbers on that license plate are unknown...but would have greatly aided in it's identification.

Memorials may be made by way of remembering all of the good times that were had in Molly.

RIP Molly the Malibu. I will never forget you.

The three year old mind

So, I have decided lately that I am really going to miss Caleb as a three year old. I'm looking forward to having Thane at that point though. The things he comes up with are hilarious. Of course I have examples :)...

"Mama, when I was about your age, then I really LOVED chocolate"

(After explaining to Caleb that milk comes from cows.) "HA! (he goes on as he's laughing) Does the cow put it in a bottle and then walk off with it to the grocery store?"

Ben: "Caleb, mommy wants you to be smarter than me."

Caleb: "No! I don't want to be as smart as you! I want to be as smart as myself!"

Me: "Caleb, we really need to cut your hair"

Caleb: "Why"

Me: "Because it's getting long."

Caleb: "That's because I'm growing up. I think I'm going to be a girl."

Me: "Oh really?"

Caleb: "Yeah, I'm going to be a mommy when I grow up. That's why my hair is

getting long."

I've been pretty sleep deprived lately with Thane waking up every few hours and then up for the day by 7. There are times when I want to bang my head against the wall....and there are times when I actually HAVE banged my head against the wall. (Don't do it, it doesn't help anything. In fact, the situation stays the same except you add a headache.)

To say that I wouldn't trade it for anything would probably be a lie because there are definitely some scenarios I would trade for. (Thane is actually crying in his bedroom fighting his nap as I type this.) However, these little boys that God has entrusted me with fill my life with so much joy compared to the frustration. Now, we'll see how this balance changes as they grow. :)