Have you ever had just one of those days where you would really rather be doing anything else besides what you are doing?? I am having one of those days. It all started this morning, when Austin asked for his "baby" scissors. You know the ones that come with a sewing kit, and the little orange handled ones we used in elementary school? So being the nice mother that I am, I let him play with them. Then I decided to go out and weed the flower beds. he brought his little scissor collection out with him and was sitting on the porch clipping away an old newspaper ad and I started on the weeds.
I was so in the groove, when it finally registered in my head the snap, snap, snap.....so I looked up and Austin was hacking away at my 4'O clocks. He had quite a nice pile going. So I told him he couldn't cut my flowers and pointed out some weeds he could feel free to whack away at. So back to my weeding. I look up again, and he is pruning my $150.00 tree. He is not a trained pruner, so of coarse i had to get after him again, this time by taking the scissors away.
I decided that it was definatly time to go in, where he sat at the table and wanted to "cut cut" again. Why did I give him back the scissors you may ask, I could not tell you the answer. Maybe I am losing my mind, probably. But I did, and he decided to see if he could cut the top of his new sippy cup off, yep he can. He can also scratch "A's" into the wood on my table. Then I caught him tiring to cut his shirt, and at that point I did take the scissors away, and he wont be getting them back for a while. But the fun doesn't stop there......
He wanted his red juice. That would be red fruit punch koolade. So I got him some in a new sippy cup, where he decided to see if he could pull the top off of that. Yep, he can and spilled red juice all the way down my newly re carpeted stairs. That was fun. Spot shot to the rescue.
Took him to the store where he ran away from me the whole time, when he told me he would hold my hand, (last time I believe a almost 3 year old. fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.) Then hit me in the face with a shark. (not the first time that has happened). So we left, me caring him in a death grip, sweating as he tries to wiggle free, and him screaming, looking like I am kidnapping him.
Ahhh the joys of motherhood. I am just grateful for nap time.......bless his little heart.
Total of things cut today:
1 small tree
1 bush of 4'0 clocks (flowers)
1 new sippy cup
lots of newspaper
part of my table (look mom an "A") scratched that nicely
and almost his shirt
OK
10 reasons I absolutely love my Austin (no particular order)
1. He has huge dimples
2. He is so out going makes friends with everyone he meets
3. I yuv you mommy (enough said)
4. He welcomes everyone into our house "come'n in" (come on in)
5. He shakes hands with everyone and tells them "nice to see you"
6. He loves to give "big hugs"
7. He adores his dad and as soon as he is home he is his perminate side kick
8. until just recently everything that ends with an "N" was a "Y" (Talie Talin, Landie Landon, Masie Mason, Austie Austin)
9. He loves animals (where did he get that from I wonder :)
10. He says the most sweetest prayers ever, blessing everyone and everything he did that day, including the holes he dug with his friend mason, and their shovels.
I am so thankful for him, even on days like these. I wouldn't give being a mother up for ANYTHING in the world.
My tiny newborn......wasn't this just yesterday??
Blowing out the candles on his third birthday..third? Are you kidding me?
He loved his presents! 
