Lady Cady

Faith * Family * Life

Family

Mini/Ruby

It’s been a little crazy around our house lately. We adopted this cute little furry friend last week from our local animal shelter. She won our hearts pretty quickly. While she’s not a Friendly Old Collie, she is a very sweet little puppy, and we are excited to share our family adventures with her. She loves to be around us and explore her new home. I think any animal lover will tell you: it’s not always you who does the rescuing. 😉

We found a little friend today
With four paws and a wagging tail.
And a super sniffer of a nose
That can always find the trail.
We thought that we had rescued her
And brought her here to love –
A playmate for our Charlotte Rose
To run and chase and shove.
But the kindness in her big brown eyes
With the gentleness in her paws
And the playfulness in each leap
Always gives us pause.
And so, I think that soon we’ll learn
It’s not us who rescued her.
But that we’re the lucky ones
That’s it’s us that she preferred.

The King of Mischief

Two of my three boys could easily claim the title of the King of Mischief. Bo is still a little young at 17 months, but he may decide to follow in his brother’s footsteps someday. Ah, the power of example. Or perhaps just the nature of boys… No matter what the secret behind the mischief is, or how crazy it makes me, (or how many bugs are dropped in my soup…) I somehow still love them and stick around. I must be crazy. Or just a mom. 🤣

Hello there, I’m the King of Mischief
And I’d like to welcome you to my lair.
I give you now fair warning
That you watch yourself with care.
Because if your not too careful,
The thing is that you just might,
Take a step where you don’t want to be
And end up in my sight.
And then you never know just what
May befall itself on you.
Like a steady stream of water
Or a ball that I just threw.
Maybe bugs will find their way
In the food that you just ate.
Perhaps the food will disappear
You thought was waiting on your plate.
Maybe my face will find it’s way
Right in front of you
As you try to take a picture of
The view in front of you.
And with your favorite tools I’ll use
Them to make my masterpiece.
I may also use a permanent pen
And on the car I’ll write police.
Perhaps you’ll open up to find
Last night I made a meal
And looking at the mess I left
Will leave you confused at how you feel.
Or maybe one day you’ll look and find
I wore your shoes to do my chores.
Then I climbed up on the counter
And got there by climbing all the drawers.
But maybe a loving note from me
Someday you may just find.
I’ll probably use your favorite pens –
For I know that you won’t mind.
For I’m the King of Mischief
And I’m glad you’re in my lair
For no matter what the things I do
I know you’ll always care.

Memories

Family life can be crazy, exhausting, chaotic, but also so much fun. The last few weeks alone we’ve had paint spilled on the carpet, chickens in the house, pantry climbing, silly hats, little boys stuck in baby gates, big girls stuck in trees, and lots of memories to look back on. Whatever your stress in life may be, take a step back and look for the humor. Take as many pictures as you can, and calmly move on because before you know it, it’ll all just be a memory. 🙂

Someday we’ll look back and we’ll laugh
As we flip through these old photographs
Of the painted carpet mess
And the “stuck in a chair” distress.
Of the food all over faces
And the random trucks in places.
Of the bikes in bathtubs too
And the Christmas morning chaos zoo.
Of tear stained faces caked in mud
And snotty faces from the crud.
Of chickens held lovingly in the house
And the crazy wind at the closed lighthouse.
Of family vacations gone awry
And my attempt to make a pie.

Someday we’ll also look back and smile
At dad’s driver’s license hairstyles.
At family dinners on special days.
At Madalyn’s hair and all its craze.
Little boys playing in the yard.
Our big sweet dog as our guard.
Of family camping getaways
And Jaron’s silly dancing days.
At all the derby cars dad made
And hammocking beneath the shade.
At silly things that made a hat.
At the cat and how she sat.
Taking naps while in the tub.
Of the matching pajama club.

Because when it’s all said and done
Our family is a lot of fun.
Even on the crazy days
We know it’s (mostly) just a phase.
So next time that the chaos reigns
We’ll take some pictures of what it contains.
Then clean it up and move along –
For it’ll all be memories before too long.

Two Quiet Little Feet

I may be going out on a limb here but I’m guessing no one has ever claimed Mom Life is full of Rested Night’s Sleep. Hmm. Yet here we all are! Still getting up with our kids year after year. Must mean somewhere in the exhaustion it’s worth it. 🙂

On this bed I lay my head,
So glad I am for sleep.
About that time I hear the sound
Of two quiet little feet.
Sometimes they’re bringing mischief.
Sometimes a hug for me.
Sometimes they need some medicine
Or have something for me to see.
So up from my bed I pull my head,
(Still waiting for some sleep),
But for now it’s time to help someone
Who has two quiet little feet.

Imagination

Kids have some of the best imaginations! We have so many funny stories in our family that somehow involve one or more of our kids and their wild imaginations. I’m guessing you have something similar in yours, right? Hmm. If only We could keep that strong all the way till we get Growed Up. 🙂

Here’s the place we saved the world
With sticks as swords and stones we hurled.
Those pirates didn’t see us there
With their long and dirty hair.
Our battle numbers were one to five
But we made it out alive.
So brave, so strong, each were we
That those pirates had to flee.
There was a princess who helped a bunch
Before we took a break for lunch
And had a nice little bite to eat
Before we got back on our feet.
But then she went on her way
And we went back to guard the bay.
Where once again we bravely fought
And all the bad guys – bravely caught.
Because we showed our courage strong
And never backed down the whole day long
With the sticks and stones we hurled
In the place we saved the world.

A Daughter’s Hope

I know Mother’s Day was so last week, but it’s one of those days I have a love/hate relationship with and I have to proceed with caution. The love because as a mom, it’s such a fun day! The hate because as a daughter who’s lost her own mom, it’s often a painful day and I can’t help hating all you people who still have your moms. Sorry/Not Sorry. For those of us left behind, the best we can do is live our lives as best we can and hope someday when we’re all reunited, our mamas (or other loved ones), will be so proud of all we did and who we became.

I hope my life makes you proud
Despite the fact I ignore the crowd.
I hope the value that I bring
Makes your heart jump up and sing.
I hope my smile still warms your heart
Even though we are apart.
I hope my children make you laugh
Even though they only know your photograph.
I hope your free from all your pain
And love is now your main domain.
I hope someday we’ll meet again
And you’ll be happy with where I’ve been.
I hope your love for me still shines
And occasionally you send me signs.
For I miss and love you still
And always will till my life’s fulfilled.
I miss your hugs and courage too.
I miss your guidance in what to do.
I miss the time we used to share
And always knowing that you cared.
I miss the warmth your smile brought
And each life lesson that you taught.
I miss the meals you used to cook.
I miss you sharing your favorite books.
I miss the secret jokes we had
And the care you gave when I felt bad.
So many things – I can’t even say
I miss about you every day.
And so until I see you again,
And we catch up on where we’ve been,
I hope my life makes you so proud
From your place of rest up in the clouds.