Getting out of bed

Most mornings I wake up one of the children a little before six and we make breakfast together. Waffles were supposed to be on the menu this morning; however, when I went to wake Miss M (who is one of my true larks) she let me know that she was too tired to wake up and make breakfast. I stumbled back to my bed for twenty minutes more.

I had a good chuckle at the girls expense too. Lucy had her head on Miss M's chest like she was a pillow.

Unfortunately, I did miss my normal time with Miss M. With six kids you don't get a whole lotta 1 0n 1 time with each kid.

So... Here's a short poem for my Miss M

Bleary eyed and incoherant
Not a good time
to make a decision
I head back to bed

So looking forward
when opportunity returns
I'll let my convictions win
and some sleep be lost.

Protecting My Daughters

My daughters are beautiful.

Sometimes I'll see them dressed for church and wonder how in the world they are getting so big so fast. The older, Miss M, can appear at times to be a young woman. She's only 9.

I don't think she understands why I am always fussing over how modest her clothing must. Indeed, I can see the pressure she already has to dress "cool."

I am very grateful for a wife that is with me ideologically. That doesn't solve all of the problems. But I believe we are doing as much as we can.

I constantly ask myself: "Are we missing anything?"

Ultimately, all of the children will get older and develop their own values. I hope that what they develop resemble what we give them.