About Us

So I guess I will start off by introducing what this blog is really all about ...and my life in general. "My little Responsibilities." I call them that because a friend of mine jokes about how I never have time for her any more due to my Responsibilities. But she is of course joking, and loves them all :) I thought to keep this semi private that I would come up with little names for each of them. Its not a huge deal but I think it would be fun and it tells a little about each of their own personalities.

First BORN- My Princess, my heaven sent Angel- LOU. She gets all the credit, besides God first and foremost, for making me into the person I am today. She was my lifesaver, and to this day, my "Act Right" Stick. She keeps me in check for sure. Why Lou? Well she just is and always will be my Lou Bell thats always been her little name so its only fitting that it stays. If it works, work it :) She is 10 years old and trust me, she is going on 30 with her wisdom and outlook on life. Lou is an amazing BIG sister, but wasn't always one.. she had us all to herself for 7 years. In saying that she took right to the job of Big Sis and has not complained ehh ok maybe once or twice, but mostly just has those back in the day flash backs at times. She is currently moving into the 5th grade. She has the most amazing teacher! PAHAHAHA Just kidding sorry just choked a little bit- But no really she is homeschooled, and if you asked her she would be all " I love it" which I'm sure she does but she has her moments for sure.

First SON- My wittle Man- my first boy, my solider... my COWBOY. Cowboy is something of a turbo charged non stop engine. He is 3 years old and lives currently in his fathers shadow. He was such a mommas boy when he was born, but he hit 2 and that was all she wrote. Cowboy loves to dress up and act as if he is a real cowboy. He often climbs on furniture and dances around all the while singing I'm a Cowboy- that is in no reference to Kid Rock, this kid makes up his own kinda sayings. His first actually that I would have to call his trademark would be BLICKA BLICKA WHA- and I'm still not sure what he was trying to tell us when he would say that but who cares, it was so darn cute. I am going to attempt to teach him a few things this year in what I would call trial run preschool. Cowboy has somewhat of a strong WILL to say the least and I am sure going to give me a run for my money. I am totally looking forward to that- and I wish you could hear the sarcasm in my voice right now.

Second SON- None other than- BUTTER... Did you gasp and say "Butter?" Why in the world? Well when he was born Cowboy was 2 and couldn't really talk well, instead of brother, or bubba, he could only say Butter... So it stuck, I know I know... poor kid! But no really he is our Butter we all call him that and he was a surprising addition to our family, but The Lord knew what he was doing. Butter is 13 months old. He is so easy going and laid back. But WARNING- TODDLER ALERT THIS JUST IN - in the past few weeks he has developed somewhat of a temper/attitude. He could also easily be named the boss. Because he likes his stuff and is tired of Cowboy taking it all, which also bleeds over into if we take something from him he wants to fuss at us too. The main things about butter is #1 this kid loves food... if your yards away from him and he hears a bag or anything crinkle.. you can bet... he is on the move toward you. Hands lifted high! Butter also likes to sleep FINALLY I am thankful for that. He kept us awake for the first 11 months of his life. Its going to be fun for sure trying to keep this little guy entertained while trying to teach the other two. But GOD ! We got this :)

And last but fo sho not least- My Honey-Do :), my best friend, my helper,my jack of all trades, my Clyde- Joey- he doesn't get a fun name because well I cant think of one at the moment, I mean I have a few ideas, Obviously see above- but if you knew me, making decisions is not my thing. I hate it. But anyways- This man is a keeper for sure. He can fix anything. He can solve pretty much any issue and makes life alot easier for me :) since I am no good at it. Where I fall, hes there to catch me. I love that about him. He loves the Lord, and for that alone I am truly thankful for. He is the bread winner, the go getter the HUSTLER!! AHHHH that should have been his name but I'm not so sure how that would come across. When I say Hustler, I am meaning he is always trying new things to benefit and provide for our family. We own a handyman business and Sell and fix up Golf Carts. And we love craigslist and auctions YUPPPPP- I say "we" like I help, in which I do in fact today's post will have a few ways I contribute - but handy Britt- Negative. I try to be smart when he talks about tools,controllers, motors,Sheetrock and fittings, but lets just be real- I can use a power tool, but only if forced and daddy is not home. I love him and he makes me a better me. Thank you Honey-Do Hustler :)

2 comments:

  1. I love your blog! I identified so much with what you shared about your life. I am so glad to see that you being bold and actively seeking each role God has for you as a wife, mother and teacher for your family.

    Off and on, I have been a closet writer for years and never had the confidence to share a word of it. I have a collection of old letters my great-grandmother wrote way back during World War II to her son, Duey, that served in the South Pacific. Her writings never noted the "BIG EVENTS", I could pick up an old newspaper or a history book for that, but it was all of the tiny miracles specific to her life that she enjoyed each day that made her letters a special Blessing to me even 70 years later. Momma Pat passed away in 1987 and yet her letters are still giving testimony. I believe your blog will allow you to touch the lives of many.

    I am looking forward to reading more of your posts and seeing more pictures, of course, I love the kids' pictures.

    Because of Him~
    Kristi

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  2. Thanks so much Kristi for your support and sweet comments!!

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