Sawyer Mafia

Brock and I are convinced that our children are part of the mafia.  It does not matter what the situation is, no one knows who did it, no one saw anything and no one will fess up.  Tonight I went into the kitchen cabinet to get out a snack.  I keep 100 calorie snacks around for me and buy regular snacks for the rest of the family.  I had one package of 100 calorie Hostess Ding Dongs left as of yesterday.  When I went to get my snack, the box was in the cabinet totally empty.  So, I asked “who ate my last Ding Dongs”?   I immediately hear their famous words “It wasn’t me momma”, “I didn’t eat it momma”, “I never eat your snacks momma”.  I proceed to ask more questions all with the same response.  It’s like a dead-end road.  Last week someone wrote on one of the chairs in my van with a permanent marker.  “Who colored on my van chair?”  The response “I didn’t do it momma”, “I don’t color on chairs momma”, “I don’t know who did it momma”.  About three weeks ago Brock noticed that Makensie had bangs, bangs cut to her scalp that is.  This was a new look for her since her hair has been all one length for most of her little life.  “Makensie, who cut your hair?”.  “I don’t know, I didn’t cut it”.  Really?  Someone broke into our house in the middle of the night, snuck into her room, cut her hair to the scalp just in that one spot?  Yep, according to her, that must be what happened!  To this day, she has no recollection of  how her hair got cut.

What are we going to do when these three musketeers are teenagers?  We are in big trouble!!

Madonna and God?

For those of you who know me, you know that I am a surface level kind of girl.  However, once in a blue moon I have a Kara Deep Thought.  So, here it is.  Saturday, while in the shower, I was listening to the radio.  My favorite station is an “oldies” station.  You know, songs from the 80’s and 90’s, really OLD stuff.  While singing my heart out (I do my very best singing in the shower), I heard a Madonna song.  And the lyrics reminded me of God.  I know what you are thinking…Madonna and God? In the same sentence?  Well, give me a chance and read these lyrics and think about it for a minute.

Open Your Heart

I see you on the street and you walk on by
You make me wanna hang my head down and cry
If you gave me half the chance you’d see
My desire burning inside of me
But you choose to look the other way
I’ve had to work much harder than this
For something I want don’t try to resist me

Open your heart to me, baby
I’ll hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin’
I’ll give you love if you, you turn the key

I think that you’re afraid to look in my eyes (oh baby)
You look a little sad boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can’t see
You’re too wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well, I’ve got something to say
Don’t try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from tryin’, you’ve got to

Open your heart to me, baby
I’ll hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin’
I’ll give you love if you, you turn the key

Open your heart with the key
One is such a lonely number

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Open your heart, I’ll make you love me
It’s not that hard, if you just turn the key

Don’t try to run I can keep up with you
Nothing can stop me from tryin’, you’ve got to

Open your heart to me, baby
I’ll hold the lock and you hold the key
Open your heart to me, darlin’
I’ll give you love if you, you turn the key

Open your heart with the key

Open your heart, I’ll make you love me
It’s not that hard, if you just turn the key

The part of the song that really stuck out to me is when it says “I follow you around but you can’t see.  You’re too wrapped up in yourself to notice me.  So you choose to look the other way”.  That is how God works.  Sometimes we get so wrapped up in the everyday hum drum woes of life and ourselves that we don’t notice that God is right beside us.  The chorus talks about “I’ll hold the lock and you hold the key.  Open your heart with the key”.  God has given us the key, we just have to be willing to use it.  The best part of the song says “Don’t try to run I can keep up with you.  Nothin can stop me from tryin”.  WOW!  How cool is that?  God’s never going to give up, He will always be right be right beside you.  He doesn’t give up.

Girl fight!

As I mentioned before I have four sweet innocent young ladies living in my house.  There is never ever a dull moment in our house.  Yesterday after church I was standing in the church parking lot talking to a friend.  The girls wanted to go wait in the van.  So, Julie took the keys and they sat in the van.  After my conversation, I opened the door to my van to hear a blood curdling scream.  I looked in the back seat to find Makensie and Abbie screaming at each other and both were crying.  After getting everyone to calm down, I asked what happened?  I am still not clear on the events that transpired, however apparently Abbie touched Makensie’s shoe.  Makensie then slapped her sister on the back as hard as she could.  Immediately after that, Abbie grabbed a huge chunk of Makensie’s hair and pulled as hard as she could.  And from there it all went down hill.  The best part of this story is Aubrie.  I looked in the middle seats (while chaos was running rampant in the back seat) and Aubrie was sitting in her seat smiling.  “I didn’t do anything momma”.  Makensie did calm down long enough to ask me if we could go out to eat for lunch.  Are you kidding me?

Somehow I feel like this will not be our last girl fight in the Sawyer household.

My very first blog

Everyone I know has a blog these days, so I thought I’d hop on board and try it out.  I am not a deep thinker with intellectual philosophies on life.  I don’t analyze things, I don’t ponder things, and I don’t think things through.  I am a pretty shallow person.  I am a spontaneous person who knows what I want, I know what I think and I go with it.  So if you are thinking you can read my blog and get insight, you are probably wrong!!  However, I live a very fulfilling life with my husband and four girls and I have lots of stories and lots of opinions!!  So, here it goes!!

I am a mom of four girls.  That’s right…four GIRLS!!!  We are the Estrogen capital of the midwest.  My girls are all so different.  First is Julie.  Julie is 13-years-old, almost 14 if you ask her.  Julie is our melancholy child.  She is always worried about what people think.  Always worried about something!!!  She is also a teenager, so she is super-duper sensitive.    Her moods change daily if not hourly.  Julie is somewhat of a perfectionist.  She is so smart.  When I say smart, I mean book smart.  Julie is an honor student.  She gets all of her work done at school and rarely has homework.  She is in honors classes and excels academically.  Now, let me say that common sense…not so much.  She is a true blonde!!!   Enough said.

Next we have Makensie.  Makensie is seven-years-old.  She is our sanguine child.  Makensie is so outgoing.  People always tell us what a joy she is to have around.  She is the life of the party.  She can walk into a room and own it.  She is a true leader.  Makensie is also very strong-willed.  I am certain that if you google “strong-willed child”, her picture will immediately pop up.  Someday she will be a great leader, that is what I tell myself every day of her life!!  I will have many more stories about Makensie in my upcoming blogs.

Abbie and Aubrie are our twins.  They will be six-years-old in a couple of weeks.  Abbie Grace is our oldest twin.  She is six minutes older than her sister.  Abbie is our phlegmatic child.  She is the sweetest, most caring child.  Abbie will stop halfway through dinner just to say thank you or to tell me that she loves me.   Abbie is also our MOST sensitive child.  She can cry at the drop of a hat.  It can be exhausting at times.  Aubrie Hope is the baby of the family.  She is our choleric child.  Aubrie can change the mood of the entire house in 30 seconds.  Aubrie is NOT a morning person, and we all respect that!  Aubrie is unique in that she has to know the schedule for the day.  She needs to know what is going to happen, at what time, where we are going, who is going to be there and what we will do after that.  I cannot tell you how many times a day I say to her “Aubrie, it’s ok.  Just sit back and enjoy the ride.  Just go with it”.

My girls are all so different, and so unique in their own special way.  Everyday I tell each one of my girls that they are my favorite.  If you ask Abbie who is momma’s favorite, she will say she is.  If you ask Makensie who momma loves the most, she will  say it is her.  Same with Julie and Aubrie.  It may seem odd to other people, but for me it makes my girls feel special.  I love my girls and cannot wait to share funny stories about them with you all.