Where's My Mom?

I yelled at Jack today over shoes. Shoes. I am ashamed to even write this. Jonah looked at me as I was in my rant and just said, "Daaaggg".
I dropped a plate and it was loud so I dropped a few choice words. Nice.
My husband is hiding from me and the kids are all looking at me through squinty-eyes. Lovely.
But, on the other hand, I also put up the hammock and cracked up for an hour flipping the boys over in it. Until it broke. I guess hammocks aren't made to be flipped. Go figure.
And Jack and I finished his bible for the second time. He promptly opened it and started over. Again.
We've been playing games and doing lots of dishes. And we took Scooby for two walks yesterday. Nice, lazy summer days. Time never runs out.
Please, oh please let my children remember the games and hammocks and dog walks. Let love cover a multitude of my sins. Let them not remember the yelling or choice words. Or let them remember the apologies. Or something good...

On another, less confusing note for most people:
I have had many conversations about Jack's bible and have promised lots (okay, several, but I'm trying to feel popular today) people the details so they too can have this gem. Here are the details:
Jon went to California for a conference or something (he said it was a swingers' convention, but I don't believe it. Did I just write that?) When he came home, he brought each of the boys a gift. After giving Jonah and Gable a gift, he pulled out a bible for Jack. My face was the same as Jack's. It said, "Are you kidding me?" He might as well have given Jack clothes for that matter. But that night we started to read it and Jack hasn't put it down yet. I would show you the cover, but he's lovingly covered it in a spider book jacket. At the end of each chapter, he begs, yes begs, for another. And another. And he carries it around and talks about how much he loves it and how it's his favorite out of ALL of his books. Then he proudly reads, 'to Jack Price, love Dad, May 8, 2008'. I think he likes seeing that part too.

Now, in the last 13 years, we have had at least a dozen bibles for the boys. Obviously, you can't have the same bible for a two-year old as a ten year-old. Two year olds get board book bibles with hard, laminated pages for drool and crackers. And they have lots of hand motions to illustrate the stories. (I loved that bible) We've had the biblezines and king james, living, new international, student bible, teen bible, bibleman bible, picture bible, you name it, we've had it. This one that Jon picked up in California...it's sweet. It's called the Jesus Storybook Bible and the cover says, 'every story whispers his name'. It's true. Throughout the entire bible, all the stories link to Jesus coming, dying, and coming back. It's written by Sally Lloyd-Jones and it's by Zonderkids. The pictures aren't goofy. They are sketchy, watercolory. And they say things in kid-friendly language like talking about how Jesus' disciples were arguing about smelly feet and walking in horse poop and stuff. And since I have friends who talk about poop even more than I, it's sure to be a hit.

So, that was my ten-minute sales pitch on this little guy's bible. The one with the stretchy spider cover. If you had asked for the details, there they are. If you didn't, oh well, you just read them anyway. You can fake interest and make me feel good, okay??