Bedtime Little Boy

Oh the things a boy can do when it’s time to go to bed.

A drink he needs to quench his thirst.

On the way to get a drink he finds a toy airplane.
A fly by is needed.

Bored with that, he sits on the floor and picks at his toes.

Once cleaned, he ambles around and finds a book.
Lie on the floor and read awhile.

He hears Mom in the kitchen.
Oh yes, he’s hungry.
Is there a snack?
Munch. Munch.


Now, time for bed again.

Oh, he forgot about those teeth he was to brush.

Why walk to the bathroom?
Why not roll tonight?
Roll slowly.

And on the way to brush, tease a sister or 2.

Toothpaste, oh the joys of something so blue.
Check out the pictures on the tube.
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.
Oops, got some on the counter.
That’s ok, I’ll just play with it.

Oh no, the tooth paste slipped off the side of the brush.
Cry because it’s not on straight.
Straightness is a must.

Mom fixes it.

Finally brush, brush, brush.
Make some faces in the mirror.
Brush some more.
Spit some bubbles.
Left handed boys have a hard time getting all the corners.
Blow some bubbles.
Stick out your tongue.
Oops, dripped some.
Rinse, swish, spit, spit, spit.
Drink some more so we can spit some more.
Done with that.

Potty break.
Have a chit chat with yourself.

Throw pillows at girls.

Ask a bunch of questions.
“But what are we doing tomorrow?”
“Can we go swimming?”
“Why do cats need food?”
“Can I drive a jeep when I’m big?”
“I like when Kennedy squeals!”

Get a bedtime reminder.

Goes downstairs.
Chats with Dad.
“Is it to late for a Bible story?”

Read, wiggle and pray.
Time for bed.
Flip flop across the floor.

Arrange the pillow.
Straighten the blanket.
Oops, flip the blanket over.
The right side is a must.
Crawl in.
Fix the blanket.

Hugs and kisses goodnight.
Tuck Little Boy Blue in.

Sigh with relief.


Hear noises.
He’s fixing the nightlight.
Back in bed.

2 minutes later.
Pitter patter.
A drink is needed to quench his thirst.

This Week and More


Why is it when I have 100 things to do today,
that I sit down and do something else.

When I need to pack to travel,
I sit at the computer and work on photos.

When I need to clean for company,
I sit at the sewing machine and work on a project.

When I should get the laundry started,
I fiddle around doing this or that.

My tooth chipped 6 months ago.
I called the dentist yesterday.
(I hope she doesn’t read my blog)


But when it comes down to the wire,
as in, the last hour, things can really fly,
I mean, stuff gets done!
Who can call me a procrastinator when I’m always
ready and waiting when it’s time to go?

I didn’t know I was a procrastinator.
I guess one never really likes to admit ones faults.
Maybe owning up to it will help.
Probably not.

I compare myself to other “real” procrastinators
and think there is just no way I could call myself one of them.

Well apparently I am, because here I sit blogging.
And I have 100 things to do today.


On to thing more fun to talk about.

Our youth were over the other night.

I miss them since we aren’t on the committee anymore.


We had a fun night out on the porch.
I seriously thought we had a huge porch
but after we stacked 50 people on it,
it felt a tad small.


We served soft tacos with bottled pop and Gina brought a bunch of good dessert.


The had a road rally that night so they didn’t all show up at the same time.
If you want more info on a road rally, ask.
I think they had a lot of fun.



My $.25 yard sale lights doing their job.




It was such a fun night.
They need to come again soon!


This summer is using me as a bowling pin.
I thought it was going to be a relaxing, not much happening summer.
Not so.
I think out of June, July and August
We have one or two weekends that are totally free.

I am the only home body in this family.
The rest of the gang is more then happy to be busy.
I was just wishing the other day for an entire week
to stay home every single day and catch up.
I probably would never catch up
because I would find other things to do
instead of what I should be doing. :)


Don’t remind me of how soon school starts again.

until then…
have a coke, relax and enjoy what’s left of the summer.

Mr D’s Wise Words

Quotes of the day from Mr D.

While standing in the chip aisle at Walmart,
amid every single person in the county
that came to shop on a hot July 2,
this mom was rather flustered.

I was looking over my list when I felt a small hand rubbing my stomach and heard
“Oh my goodness Mom! I think we’re gonna have another baby soon!”

My mouth flew open and I was like,
“What in the world made you say that?”

“Oh I don’t know, it just sure looks like it!”

And that my friends, is a mother’s call to weight loss,
not a pregnancy announcement.


“Mom, you know how I always want a kids meal and toy at Old McDonalds?”
“hmmm, yeah…”
“Well, you should just get me one then I could stop yelling for it every time!”

Oh really? And you think that will work?


He loves to sing.
We sing all the time we drive.

The other day I heard an usual version of Veggie Tales.
“Celery, Broccoli, um um greens….. gummy bears!”

And so goes life around here.

This Week and More

Random thoughts from this wigwam.
The Mother of this wigwam is tired.
Oh, so tired.
The brain is working slowly
so when I say random, I mean just that!


I “thought” we were going to have a slow relaxing summer.
Thought being the key word.
That thought is currently gone with the wind.

This small piece of relaxing happened last night.
Was fun while it lasted.


When your daughters say to you,
“Let’s sign up for the summer reading program at the library!”
just say no.
They already read much more then a brain can comprehend in a day,
no use encouraging it with cheap prizes.
Lest you think I don’t like reading, I do.
It’s just that you don’t understand a Hostetler’s obsession with it until you see it in person.

Such as this:

You read until the very last second possible,
then you mark your page with whatever is handy!
Because… because you’re coming right back!


The dirty laundry per person ratio of this household is astounding.
I am quite sure there must be elves in the basement
dressing and undressing while stomping on the clean clothes.
There is about a 5 second pause of thanks the minute I am caught up
until the next dirty piece hit the clothes hamper.


This has been the name of the game here last week.
It may be small but that doesn’t seem to matter much.


All 3 of my big fish have spent entire afternoons in here.


No matter the depth, we must wear goggles.
There are things to be seen down under the sea!


She had a birthday.
11 years.
Say it isn’t so!


Wasn’t she just a baby yesterday?
Now she cooks supper for me?
Oh well, if that’s the case, continue growing!



Last week, or maybe the week before, who is counting anyway,
we had a picnic on the patio for family we don’t see often.
I wish I could claim this porch, but I can’t.
All I claim is the long porch with no railing you keep seeing.
I am very happy with that porch in case you wondered.


These 2 cousins.
2 weeks apart in age.
Not too happy to play together yet,
but one day we hope.

I squeezed them on here together
and said, “Stay! Because you look cute like that!”
It lasted 1 minute or less.


If the rain doesn’t wash your car today,
stop by the free car wash.



If it’s small enough,
it will get a complete detail.



This weekend was a time of mourning the loss of the Husband/Dad/Grandpa of a family here.
We cry with them and lift them to Jesus.

Sun night we stopped at the graveyard that his Hostetler Grandparents are buried in.
Such a short time ago, but so long also
that my children have almost no memories of them.
Sentimental feelings come as you stand and remember.



Me and the mini doing what I call “fat trotting.”
I do not enjoy it.
The giant flies around here seem to enjoy me tho.
And the neighbor dogs are always happy to see me.



And a boy with boots “just like Dad’s!”
We stopped at the goodwill and there they were, just like Dad’s.
He wanted them so badly, but they had no price.
“I’ll ask,” I told him “but if they are too much…”
The lady looked them over and looked at Dakota
who was watching her with big hopeful eyes.
She smiled and said, “$2.99.”
And we could do that for a boy
who wants to be just like his Daddy!

Of Whining and Work

In the fifth month of the year of our Lord,
the daughters of the tribe of Eric, son of Dan
were weary with their schooling,
ready to be free.

The mother of the tribe was weary also,
ready to be free of the demands
of the rigid schedule.

Excitement mounted
and soon it came to pass
that the school year had ended.
Freedom at last,
(or so they thought)
to do as we please.

Stay awake with the moon,
they surmised,
and sleep past the rising of the sun!
Lie about on pillows of ease,
and read the day away.
The watching of movies,
talk of pools, sun and sand,
parties with tea,
and all things grand.
Life at its best.

But lo, there was the mother of the tribe,
who knew what was to come.
Soon it was, that bickering and grumbling,
followed closely by much wailing
overtook the household.

The daughters of the tribe
commenced to arguing and strife.
“But you did…  but you didn’t!”
“Mother, she said this… well she said that!”
And the striving raged on.

The son of the tribe of Eric,
found pleasure in tormenting females,
where upon wailing would ensue,
much to his delight.
Simply placing his hand upon the head of small one
would cause great anguish for all,
followed by his laughter.

And so on and so forth, until the sun went down.
And the evening and the morning were the unending day.

And lo, the mother of the tribe…
had had enough.

The great wide world of outdoors was calling.
And so the door was opened
and the tribe was ushered outside.
But alas, the rains fell and beat upon the roof
and great was the fall of it,
returning the children indoors.

And the evening and the morning were the unending day.

Nearing the end of her sanity,
she rose early and  made lists
of all things profitable,
work of all shapes and sizes to be done,
written on tablets of stone!
The spiders in their webs did quake in fear.

And when her children arose,
she gathered them together
and did line them up with a stern command.

Thus saith the mother and so it shall be.
“If fighting or any such thing equal thereto should occur,
a job will be applied.
All whining and complaining
will be met with more work.
All teasing will be abolished with
cleaning of toilets and sinks!”

And they opened their mouths
and did wail with great cries of anguish.
Where upon the mother applied a job to each.

And all was silent.

So from this day forward peace did reign.
When fighting and wars arise amongst the tribe,
the house becomes clean once again.

All the while the mother secretly debated in her heart
over wishing for school to start again
or enjoying her clean house.