Today I had to get out my old church directory (not updated since 2005--that's my fault) to cancel my babysitter (see previous post). Little Sissy wanted to flip through each page so I could tell her everyone's name. Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?
When we got to Asher's grandma, she asked, "Who dat?"
"That's Asher's grandma. Her name is Mary."
"Dat not Mary."
"Yes, her name is Mary."
(Pointing to Holly, her daughter) "Who dat? Joseph?"
Hee hee. I love these kids.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
It's a Good Day Anyway
Well, hubby finally got it--that thing. That bug that everyone in the entire country seems to have gotten at some point in December. Sadly, I had to call and cancel my babysitter for tonight. I guess I'll be going out alone after the kids are in bed. Poor him. Poor me...
But wait...there's good news today too!
First, I went to the Goodwill to drop off 3 bags of stuff. That's good news in itself. It's step #1 to getting my house organized. But the even better news is that while I was there, there was a couple in front of me who had brought a bookshelf. Apparently Goodwill doesn't take bookshelves, and guess who needs a new bookshelf? Me!!! It needs a little sand and a little paint, but I think it will look perfect with a few Mercer Mayer books, a few Berenstain Bears, and few Very Hungry Caterpillar (yes, we have a few. Little Sissy wants to read the big one and the little one every night). Man, I love free stuff. God always provides it too!
Second, I took some toy cartridges back to WalMart and they took them. These aren't even from this year. I've been trying to get rid of them since last Christmas (no receipt/Toys 'r Us won't take them/couldn't sell them at the M.O.P.S. silent auction/ they're even "free table" rejects). I'm pretty sure I tried WalMart last year, but maybe not. Anyway, I got $13 each for them, so the kids get an extra Christmas present--Horton Hears a Who!!! This makes me really happy.
So hopefully Hubby can sleep off the small earthquake rumbling in his abdomen. In the meantime, the sun is shining and I am still having a good day.
But wait...there's good news today too!
First, I went to the Goodwill to drop off 3 bags of stuff. That's good news in itself. It's step #1 to getting my house organized. But the even better news is that while I was there, there was a couple in front of me who had brought a bookshelf. Apparently Goodwill doesn't take bookshelves, and guess who needs a new bookshelf? Me!!! It needs a little sand and a little paint, but I think it will look perfect with a few Mercer Mayer books, a few Berenstain Bears, and few Very Hungry Caterpillar (yes, we have a few. Little Sissy wants to read the big one and the little one every night). Man, I love free stuff. God always provides it too!
Second, I took some toy cartridges back to WalMart and they took them. These aren't even from this year. I've been trying to get rid of them since last Christmas (no receipt/Toys 'r Us won't take them/couldn't sell them at the M.O.P.S. silent auction/ they're even "free table" rejects). I'm pretty sure I tried WalMart last year, but maybe not. Anyway, I got $13 each for them, so the kids get an extra Christmas present--Horton Hears a Who!!! This makes me really happy.
So hopefully Hubby can sleep off the small earthquake rumbling in his abdomen. In the meantime, the sun is shining and I am still having a good day.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
My Little Beauty
Big Sissy adores the movie Beauty & the Beast. She doesn't just love Belle, though. She loves the beast, too--even when he's being very, well...beastly. The first time she watched it she cried when he growled at Belle and she ran away from him. She didn't want him to be lonely. I think she has a heart for the underdog. For Christmas she got a Beast doll that transforms into the prince. Even though the transformation is her favorite part of the movie, she usually wants to leave him as the beast. I think I got a clue tonight why she loves him. He had a whole library of books, and he let Belle have free reign. That would win Big Sissy over too!!!
While we were home for Christmas, my sister cleaned out her kids' books and gave us a big box. I mean it's big. There are probably 20 Mercer Mayer books, preschool workbooks, first readers, sticker books, coloring books...you name it, it's in there. This is the gift that keeps on giving. Big Sissy is as excited about this box of books as any gift she got for Christmas. The wonderful doggy with green spots is already forgotten (sorry, Santa!). I think he's buried in a pile of books. So listen up, boys. (Yes, I'm talking to you, Asher, J.J., the Bailey boys--anyone who might be interested in 15 years or so. LOL.) If you ever want to win this girl's heart, skip the diamonds. Forget the chocolate (except for the occasional Snack Pack chocolate pudding). This girl is going to fall in love for books. Oh, and whoever marries her might want to invest in a little lamp and bedside table...
She can't help it. She's MY Beauty. :)
She can't help it. She's MY Beauty. :)
Monday, December 29, 2008
Christmas Highlights
I'm still unpacking, but I wanted to take a minute to reflect on the highlights of our week.
Thursday was Christmas. That was the big day. We spent the night with my parents on Christmas Eve so we could make it there in time for the big Christmas breakfast with my family. My mom always makes quite a spread, then we do presents with all of them. There's a LOT of us, so that takes a while. Then we have a little break to regroup and make more food, then we go to my aunt and uncle's at 2:00 to celebrate with my dad's family. Again, that's a big group. We left there at 6:30'ish, and all 3 kids were asleep within minutes--never to wake up again until the next morning. Actually, Big Sissy did wake up briefly while Daddy was laying down with Little Sissy and I was nursing the baby. She cried until I came in there. She was so disoriented she thought we left her at the party. "Mommy," she said groggily, "this room sure looks a lot like our house." Poor babies. They were so exhausted!
Sunday night we had our Carols & Candlelight service at church. That was a really neat time with music and drama, and remembering the light that Jesus brought to a dark world. I sang in the choir, and Hubby was in a drama. I was very proud of him. I don't think I've ever seen him so nervous, but he did it.
Monday we had a cookie party with our small group. I love this group of people. They took us in when we didn't know where church "home" was, and we've been with them ever since.
Tuesday we did Christmas with our kids. You would be shocked if I told you how little I spent on them, but they were thrilled. Big Sissy got Beauty and the Beast barbies, and the Beast transforms into the prince (her favorite part of the movie). Little Sissy got a Little People castle with a king, queen, horse, drawbridge, and a playground. Together they got a V-Smile TV game system that my cousin Julia gave us. Little Buddy got snap together beads. He mostly loved climbing over all the boxes. When we told them we were going to more parties and getting more presents, they said, "I thought we already did that." I love that they still are satisfied with simplicity. I wish I could keep that going forever.
Wednesday we celebrated with Hubby's dad's family. We opt out of drawing names on that side, so we took some Mr. Potato Head accessories for the girls to open and play with there.
Thursday was Christmas. That was the big day. We spent the night with my parents on Christmas Eve so we could make it there in time for the big Christmas breakfast with my family. My mom always makes quite a spread, then we do presents with all of them. There's a LOT of us, so that takes a while. Then we have a little break to regroup and make more food, then we go to my aunt and uncle's at 2:00 to celebrate with my dad's family. Again, that's a big group. We left there at 6:30'ish, and all 3 kids were asleep within minutes--never to wake up again until the next morning. Actually, Big Sissy did wake up briefly while Daddy was laying down with Little Sissy and I was nursing the baby. She cried until I came in there. She was so disoriented she thought we left her at the party. "Mommy," she said groggily, "this room sure looks a lot like our house." Poor babies. They were so exhausted!
The highlight from that day, though, was Santa making his visit. The two little ones really don't care yet, but Big Sissy was into it for the first time. She wrote Santa a letter and asked him for a doggy with green spots. Santa wrote her a letter and told her that his helpers just made brown this year. He hoped that would be OK since it was still different than her brother and sister's (they have blue and pink). Then he put green stickers all over it just for her. That was a great solution, and she was so excited that he came!!!
Friday we unpacked and repacked and went to IL again to celebrate with my mom's family. This year the adults brought gifts for Arms of Love, a pregnancy resource center, instead of exchanging gifts. It was like a baby shower looking through all the fun baby gifts. I hope we continue that tradition every year! The kids also did a repeat of the talent show that they did on Thanksgiving. Big Sissy seemed a little overwhelmed this time, but Little Sissy sang Away in a Manger (pretty well, actually).
Saturday we celebrated with Hubby's family and spent all day with them. This is a very fuzzy picture of me trying on my new scarf that my 11-year-old niece picked out for me.
Sunday we went to church with my family and then came home after naps. Whew! We may be going through withdrawal tomorrow--from sugar but also from seeing family. We enjoy our time together so much. The good news is that we doing a family weekend in January with my family and going to Indiana in January with Hubby's family. I have to come down gently...
I hope you all had a great Christmas and are preparing for a wonderful 2009.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Tornado Has Struck
I'm back! Sorry for the blogging hiatus. It wasn't planned. I just got a little overwhelmed with all the activity, and the introvert in me just ran out of words. We had a great Christmas!!! I'll say more about it later, but for now...here's what my living room looks like.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
ABC's--Fancy Style
We have all been a little stir crazy this week. With the weather being bad, we haven't really gone anywhere. The good news is I'm almost caught up with my laundry, I got 6 months of photos put into albums, and I'm about halfway done with Christmas update letters (I was too cheap for cards this year--sorry). The girls have done a good job of entertaining themselves--and us--while we're "snowed in." The other night they wanted to do a concert. They got themselves dressed in their fancy clothes, told us where to sit, and performed SEVERAL numbers. Little Buddy joined right in and was very excited.
So here's their ABC's--fancy style. Some funny details are Little Sissy's dress tucked into her bloomers (I think this is a gypsy halter top she pulled on), a necklace hanging from something random on her dress, my open dishwasher, and the bag of trash sitting there. (I don't know why I bother with a cute little trash can. It's filled within an hour and then the bag just sits next to it on the floor.) Hope you enjoy the concert. They would never do it if you were actually here. Well, Little Sissy might.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Snopes for God Rumors
I wish there was somewhere you could go to when you hear a religious extremist say something that just doesn't sound right, like a snopes for ridiculous religious ideas. There is actually something like that. It's called context. It means rather than trying to extract meaning from one isolated verse in the Bible, you need to read the surrounding verses, chapter, book, and ultimately the whole Bible to see the coherent message. Sometimes it helps to check out Bible customs as well to see what was going on. But since most people don't have time to read the whole Bible as often as we should or don't know how to access resources, there needs to be a "Snopes for God Rumors."
It has come to my attention recently that there are people who think God is opposed to Christmas trees. I'm really surprised that I've never heard this before, since I've seen a lot of bans in my lifetime: Disney World, Crest Toothpaste, trick or treating, Liz Claiborne products, McDonald's, etc. But the Christmas tree one is new to me. The supporters of this ideamisuse use the scripture in Jeremiah 10:2-5 (from the King James version).
2Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them.
3For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe.
4They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not.
5They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good.
Here are some problems that I see. First, the King James Version is a translation from 1611. It's hard to understand because it uses Elizabethan language from that time period. There are other really good translations that use more modern language. Second, you have to understand that the Bible sometimes uses a word like "tree" to represent something made from a tree. Like when you hear that Jesus died on a tree, He actually died on a wooden cross--made from a tree. Third, you have to dig deeper to see what the heathens were doing with the trees. They were not decorating them with nice silver and gold garland and ornaments. They were fashioning images out the wood, then covering it with silver and gold to make idols to worship. This scripture was talking about worshiping created things rather than the Creator Himself. So unless you are praying to your Christmas tree, I don't think this passage is relevant to making your decision about whether to have a Christmas tree. If you just don't want one, that's your prerogative; just don't use this passage as your reason.
One legend of how the Christmas tree got started actually revolves around Martin Luther, a founder of the Protestant faith. The story goes that he was walking through the forest one Christmas Eve. As he walked he was awed by the beauty of millions of stars glimmering through the branches of the evergreen trees. So taken was he by this beautiful sight that he cut a small tree and took it home to his family. To recreate that same starlight beauty he saw in the wood, he placed candles on all its branches. This is only one of many legends, though. Even if the practice originated in pagan rituals of some kind, that meaning has been long lost. Now they are just beautiful decorations, and the evergreen still represents life. I think God is definitely in favor of life! So there you go. That's my snopes answer for "Does God hate Christmas Trees?"
It has come to my attention recently that there are people who think God is opposed to Christmas trees. I'm really surprised that I've never heard this before, since I've seen a lot of bans in my lifetime: Disney World, Crest Toothpaste, trick or treating, Liz Claiborne products, McDonald's, etc. But the Christmas tree one is new to me. The supporters of this idea
2Thus saith the LORD, Learn not the way of the heathen, and be not dismayed at the signs of heaven; for the heathen are dismayed at them.
3For the customs of the people are vain: for one cutteth a tree out of the forest, the work of the hands of the workman, with the axe.
4They deck it with silver and with gold; they fasten it with nails and with hammers, that it move not.
5They are upright as the palm tree, but speak not: they must needs be borne, because they cannot go. Be not afraid of them; for they cannot do evil, neither also is it in them to do good.
Here are some problems that I see. First, the King James Version is a translation from 1611. It's hard to understand because it uses Elizabethan language from that time period. There are other really good translations that use more modern language. Second, you have to understand that the Bible sometimes uses a word like "tree" to represent something made from a tree. Like when you hear that Jesus died on a tree, He actually died on a wooden cross--made from a tree. Third, you have to dig deeper to see what the heathens were doing with the trees. They were not decorating them with nice silver and gold garland and ornaments. They were fashioning images out the wood, then covering it with silver and gold to make idols to worship. This scripture was talking about worshiping created things rather than the Creator Himself. So unless you are praying to your Christmas tree, I don't think this passage is relevant to making your decision about whether to have a Christmas tree. If you just don't want one, that's your prerogative; just don't use this passage as your reason.
One legend of how the Christmas tree got started actually revolves around Martin Luther, a founder of the Protestant faith. The story goes that he was walking through the forest one Christmas Eve. As he walked he was awed by the beauty of millions of stars glimmering through the branches of the evergreen trees. So taken was he by this beautiful sight that he cut a small tree and took it home to his family. To recreate that same starlight beauty he saw in the wood, he placed candles on all its branches. This is only one of many legends, though. Even if the practice originated in pagan rituals of some kind, that meaning has been long lost. Now they are just beautiful decorations, and the evergreen still represents life. I think God is definitely in favor of life! So there you go. That's my snopes answer for "Does God hate Christmas Trees?"
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Stay With Me Here
I am not a frilly kind of mom. We wear very comfy, practical clothes most days. On Sundays, though, I usually get the girls all dolled up in their cute dresses. Now that it's winter, they have to wear tights. Little Sissy doesn't like them because they're itchy and the toes are always crooked. Big Sissy doesn't like them because they're always coming down, bringing her panties with them. Today when we got home from church, she said, "Mom. I better take my tights off. They keep distracting my panties."
Focus, panties, focus. Girls have to start early keeping everyone on task!
Focus, panties, focus. Girls have to start early keeping everyone on task!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Cookie Day
My very brave friend Mandy invited some of us "young" moms over to make cookies today. She has 5 children, I brought 3, and there were 6 from 3 other families. That makes 14. Three of them were older, and 2 were babies, so there were really 8 preschoolers and a 7-year-old rolling, cutting, and shaking sprinkles. Did I mention she's brave??? I'm just happy nothing got broken. Thanks, Mandy, for helping our kids create fun memories together!
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
My Little Presbyterian
We've been to a lot of different churches the past decade while we try to find the best fit for us, and I've noticed that each brand has their own key words, or points of emphasis. My husband graduated from a conservative Presbyterian seminary, and we noticed right away that they were big on emphasizing grace. We were not brought up in a church whose emphasis was grace (we were more "law" kind of folks), so it was very refreshing. We've tried to incorporate it into our lives as much as we can and teach our kids about it. We even named one of our children after the concept.
Tonight Big Sissy had her Christmas program. It was very cute, and somehow Little Sissy slipped into the mix of children and got to sing along with them. I'm sure the teachers were wondering why they didn't remember her, but she knew all the songs from listening to the CD over and over and over and over in our van the past few weeks. We thought it was kind of funny so we didn't make her get down. (It was informal, moving through the Christmas Journey with small groups of children.) By the time it was done and our children had consumed more than a reasonable amount of sugar at the end, it was late and everyone needed to get home to bed. At one point, after waiting for what seemed like forever for Big Sissy to get her seat belt buckled, Daddy told her if she didn't hurry up she was going to "lose" her new camel and star that she just got at the program (paper things glued on craft sticks).
She sighed and said, "Dad, can I get a little grace? I'm working on it."
I had to turn my face toward the window and hold my breath so I didn't laugh out loud. She's a good Presbyterian already.
Tonight Big Sissy had her Christmas program. It was very cute, and somehow Little Sissy slipped into the mix of children and got to sing along with them. I'm sure the teachers were wondering why they didn't remember her, but she knew all the songs from listening to the CD over and over and over and over in our van the past few weeks. We thought it was kind of funny so we didn't make her get down. (It was informal, moving through the Christmas Journey with small groups of children.) By the time it was done and our children had consumed more than a reasonable amount of sugar at the end, it was late and everyone needed to get home to bed. At one point, after waiting for what seemed like forever for Big Sissy to get her seat belt buckled, Daddy told her if she didn't hurry up she was going to "lose" her new camel and star that she just got at the program (paper things glued on craft sticks).
She sighed and said, "Dad, can I get a little grace? I'm working on it."
I had to turn my face toward the window and hold my breath so I didn't laugh out loud. She's a good Presbyterian already.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Speaking of Hair...
This is the winning photo for the 1989 "Best Hair" yearbook picture. It's unfortunate that she was very sad. She is really not going to like this picture. I think she got syrup in her hair, or she found a 20-year-old bottle of AquaNet!
You Have a Nice Face
Daddy gave Little Buddy a buzz Sunday night. I'm not sure why we decided to do this when it was 17 degrees outside. Actually, it's just much shorter than we meant to get it. I guess it's hard to pick a clipper "number" for such a little head. Two things I've noticed are (1) he looks so big! and (2) his hair seems very blonde. I'm getting used to it now, but at first it made me sad, like seeing Aslan after he was shaved in Chronicles of Narnia. Now he just looks handsome.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Keeping it Real at Christmas
I drove by our local Christmas tree "farm" (tent) today, and they had a big sign that said "Christmas trees, wreaths, and grave blankets." At first I felt startled, like they were being joy stealers. I don't want to think about death. I want to think about Christmas lights, Christmas carols, and peppermint mochas from Starbucks. Then in a split second I grew up and realized that there are many people who have a lot more to worry about this season than what to feed the reindeer or how to coordinate their wrapping paper designs. I felt very emotional the rest of my drive to meet my friend for lunch. I was thinking back on the years that my sister was suffering with her brain disease, her first brain surgery, and the fear we felt while we waited for the surgeons to finish and let us know something. Then a few years ago my mother-in-law was diagnosed with leukemia. Thank God both of these women are doing great now, but I also know that not everyone gets to see the happy ending in this life. There are a lot of people who are suffering at Christmas because they miss someone they love. Christmas seems to revolve around families, and many who could otherwise suppress it are being forced to face their loneliness. As we pause to remember why we're celebrating CHRISTmas in the first place, let's remember the holy night that changed the world forever because of the hope that Christ brings. Isaiah talks about why God sent His Son--"to preach good news to the poor, to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives, and release prisoners from darkness."
The greatest Christmas song ever written (in my opinion) is "O Holy Night," written by a wine merchant in 1847. The words talk about this very idea, of the holy night that Christ was born to break the chains of sin. Every time I hear it, I feel compelled to stop whatever I'm doing and just worship. My YouTube options for this song were limited to Josh Groban, Mariah Carey, Martina McBride, Carrie Underwood, and Celine Dion. I picked Celine. Enjoy.
The greatest Christmas song ever written (in my opinion) is "O Holy Night," written by a wine merchant in 1847. The words talk about this very idea, of the holy night that Christ was born to break the chains of sin. Every time I hear it, I feel compelled to stop whatever I'm doing and just worship. My YouTube options for this song were limited to Josh Groban, Mariah Carey, Martina McBride, Carrie Underwood, and Celine Dion. I picked Celine. Enjoy.
Reindeer Nutrition Part II
I just had a LONG lunch with my childhood bff--long enough that we actually talked about reindeer food. She gave me a great idea for a reindeer snack: a bowl of "magic" oatmeal. You sprinkle some glitter in it to help them fly, but the oatmeal is a good nutritious snack that won't make them sick. Great idea!!!
Friday, December 5, 2008
Reindeer Nutrition
I'll be honest. I'm having a Santa dilemma this year. We watched Polar Express with the girls while we were in Branson as part of a fun Christmas family night. It was really the first time that Big Sissy had thought much about Santa, the idea of him checking a "naughty" and "nice" list, etc. It's not really a religious dilemma. I grew up in a household where we did the whole Santa thing, and I emerged from childhood knowing the difference between reality and fantasy. I enjoy the fantastic aspect of Christmas, although I want to stress the nativity above all. The dilemma is that I am committed to never lying to my children. I won't tell them everything, of course, because they just don't need to know everything. But I won't lie to them. So as Big Sissy wants to hear more about the story of Santa, I keep starting it with, "The story goes that Santa lives at the North Pole..." This is a smart girl, though. At one point she asked, "How can Santa be both real and pretend?" This could get tricky.
I told her we could leave some treats out on Christmas Eve for Santa and his reindeer, and she got very concerned, "Mommy," she said, "we have to be careful about what treats we leave out for the reindeer. Animals can't eat too many sweets or it really makes them sick." The lines are very fuzzy between pretend and real for us. So now I guess we're going to have to compromise and leave carrots for the reindeer and something a little more fun for Santa. (Unless she decides he should probably have a salad. She has seen his picture, after all.)
I told her we could leave some treats out on Christmas Eve for Santa and his reindeer, and she got very concerned, "Mommy," she said, "we have to be careful about what treats we leave out for the reindeer. Animals can't eat too many sweets or it really makes them sick." The lines are very fuzzy between pretend and real for us. So now I guess we're going to have to compromise and leave carrots for the reindeer and something a little more fun for Santa. (Unless she decides he should probably have a salad. She has seen his picture, after all.)
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Crawler on the Loose
What a difference a few days makes! The first video is of Little buddy on Thanksgiving. I knew he could crawl, because he had gone a couple of feet before. I was trying to bribe him with grapes, which is the thing he had crawled for before. He just wasn't ready, and he got so sad. Sorry about the sideways video. Ever since the computer crash, I can't seem to edit my videos or pictures like I used to.
Suddenly on Monday, we had a crawler on the loose. After that, he didn't want to sleep or eat. All he wanted to do was crawl and climb. The second video is from last night. Again, he's trying to get Big Sissy's grapes. Time to get out the gate and step up the vacuuming frequency!!! He'll be 10 months old tomorrow. Better late than never!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Managing in a Recession
I read on MSN yesterday that we are officially in a recession, which actually began in December 2007. I think I knew that, but it's just a little creepy to hear it made official. The recession in our house actually began in August 2004. That's when I had to stop working to go on bedrest during my first pregnancy. I haven't been back since (except for a few odd jobs here and there, proofreading and working at Mother's Day Out). I didn't realize how spoiled I was, but we have learned a few tips for cutting back. I would love to hear your ideas too!
1. My husband purchased a nice set of clippers and gives himself (and Little Buddy) free haircuts. This is offset, of course, by the crazy number of dollars I spend to get my hair cut, colored, and my eyebrows done. But I've cut this from 4 or 5 times a year to only 2. You might notice my hair has gotten progressively longer and darker (as have my eyebrows).
2. We buy as much as we can in bulk from Sam's Club. I sometimes brown a whole bunch of ground beef and freeze the extra for another meal later. I shop at Aldi's when I can. (This is a bare-bones, warehouse-type of grocery store. No frills. Not many brand names. Bring your own bags.)
3. We don't go out to eat as much as we used to. I would like to say we never do, but we still do. We just try to make it a treat, and we try to go places that have a "kids eat free" night.
4. I buy a local entertainment coupon book. Their grocery store coupons alone make it worth the price of the book, but then they have tons of bogo (buy one get one) coupons and some "don't buy anything but still get one free" coupons--like McDonalds coffee. (Their coffee has gotten better over the years.)
5. I save the bulk of my grocery shopping for "no coupon Thursday" at Shop 'n Save. You get $10 off automatically when you spend $50.
6. We don't get babysitters very often, but when we do, we try to make it work where they can stay with family. Or we trade off babysitting with friends.
7. We pack lunches for picnics instead of picking up lunch on the way. Sometimes we pack lunches even for a day at the mall instead of eating at the food court.
8. We LOVE hand-me-downs. The kids aren't old enough to care yet, and it is so much better than having to buy all new wardrobes every season for growing children.
9. We have a coat and costume exchange in my MOPS program. Bring a coat/costume you're done with, take home one someone else is done with. I already have a nice coat for Big Sissy to wear next year.
10. Garage sale/ebay/Craig's List.
11. We got rid of all the extras on our home phone line. We only have one at all because of internet, but we don't even have long distance. We use our cell phones for long distance calls.
12. For fun get-togethers with friends, we meet at someone's house and bring snacks instead of meeting at a restaurant. This works better with kids anyway.
12. We drive used cars.
13. My husband changes our oil or uses a coupon that makes it cheaper than changing our oil.
14. We find all the free fun stuff around town. For example, the library has great kids' programs--story times, crafts, movie nights, etc. The Magic House is free one Friday night a month. The zoo is free. The science center is free. Grandma's house is free.
15. Redbox instead of Blockbuster, and we rarely pay full price at an actual theater.
16. Good coffee and creamer at home (with to-go cups from Sam's) instead of Starbuck's.
17. I buy our kids' clothes for the next year when they are being clearanced.
18. I try to keep lights off in the rooms we're not using. (This sounds dumb, but I really can't stand it to be dark anywhere close to where I am.)
19. We are currently trying to refinance our house and maybe pay off a vehicle. I'm really excited about that possibility!
20. I love to trade services with people. For example, I used to tutor a family's children in exchange for the dad laying carpet in our house. Everyone gets something they need, and no money is exchanged.
21. We try to arrange our errands in clusters so we're not driving all over town every day. It saves on time and gas.
22. We recycle paper. Today's mapquest directions becomes tomorrow's to-do list paper.
23. We recycle random things for crafts (toilet paper rolls, paper towel rolls, baby food jars, etc.)
24. Preschool choir at the church down the street instead of Kindermuzik.
25. Learning at home instead of preschool this year.
I would love to hear your ideas for managing in a recession. I think most of us can still have fun. We just have to be a little more creative! I also think it's important to help each other out. If you have extra, share with someone in need. If you're in need, I hope you have a place you can go to for help (church, family, mission, etc.). This is the time to help out your brother!
1. My husband purchased a nice set of clippers and gives himself (and Little Buddy) free haircuts. This is offset, of course, by the crazy number of dollars I spend to get my hair cut, colored, and my eyebrows done. But I've cut this from 4 or 5 times a year to only 2. You might notice my hair has gotten progressively longer and darker (as have my eyebrows).
2. We buy as much as we can in bulk from Sam's Club. I sometimes brown a whole bunch of ground beef and freeze the extra for another meal later. I shop at Aldi's when I can. (This is a bare-bones, warehouse-type of grocery store. No frills. Not many brand names. Bring your own bags.)
3. We don't go out to eat as much as we used to. I would like to say we never do, but we still do. We just try to make it a treat, and we try to go places that have a "kids eat free" night.
4. I buy a local entertainment coupon book. Their grocery store coupons alone make it worth the price of the book, but then they have tons of bogo (buy one get one) coupons and some "don't buy anything but still get one free" coupons--like McDonalds coffee. (Their coffee has gotten better over the years.)
5. I save the bulk of my grocery shopping for "no coupon Thursday" at Shop 'n Save. You get $10 off automatically when you spend $50.
6. We don't get babysitters very often, but when we do, we try to make it work where they can stay with family. Or we trade off babysitting with friends.
7. We pack lunches for picnics instead of picking up lunch on the way. Sometimes we pack lunches even for a day at the mall instead of eating at the food court.
8. We LOVE hand-me-downs. The kids aren't old enough to care yet, and it is so much better than having to buy all new wardrobes every season for growing children.
9. We have a coat and costume exchange in my MOPS program. Bring a coat/costume you're done with, take home one someone else is done with. I already have a nice coat for Big Sissy to wear next year.
10. Garage sale/ebay/Craig's List.
11. We got rid of all the extras on our home phone line. We only have one at all because of internet, but we don't even have long distance. We use our cell phones for long distance calls.
12. For fun get-togethers with friends, we meet at someone's house and bring snacks instead of meeting at a restaurant. This works better with kids anyway.
12. We drive used cars.
13. My husband changes our oil or uses a coupon that makes it cheaper than changing our oil.
14. We find all the free fun stuff around town. For example, the library has great kids' programs--story times, crafts, movie nights, etc. The Magic House is free one Friday night a month. The zoo is free. The science center is free. Grandma's house is free.
15. Redbox instead of Blockbuster, and we rarely pay full price at an actual theater.
16. Good coffee and creamer at home (with to-go cups from Sam's) instead of Starbuck's.
17. I buy our kids' clothes for the next year when they are being clearanced.
18. I try to keep lights off in the rooms we're not using. (This sounds dumb, but I really can't stand it to be dark anywhere close to where I am.)
19. We are currently trying to refinance our house and maybe pay off a vehicle. I'm really excited about that possibility!
20. I love to trade services with people. For example, I used to tutor a family's children in exchange for the dad laying carpet in our house. Everyone gets something they need, and no money is exchanged.
21. We try to arrange our errands in clusters so we're not driving all over town every day. It saves on time and gas.
22. We recycle paper. Today's mapquest directions becomes tomorrow's to-do list paper.
23. We recycle random things for crafts (toilet paper rolls, paper towel rolls, baby food jars, etc.)
24. Preschool choir at the church down the street instead of Kindermuzik.
25. Learning at home instead of preschool this year.
I would love to hear your ideas for managing in a recession. I think most of us can still have fun. We just have to be a little more creative! I also think it's important to help each other out. If you have extra, share with someone in need. If you're in need, I hope you have a place you can go to for help (church, family, mission, etc.). This is the time to help out your brother!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
The Anatomy of a Good Story
I aspire to be a good writer and story teller someday. I think maybe I'm a better story teller because I have to use facial expressions and hand gestures to get my point across--very difficult on the printed page. I'm not good at making up stories, though. I admire novelists like Karen Kingsbury who can think of an entire series, including characters and plots, on a plane trip home from somewhere. I'm really better at embellishing things that actually happened. My husband calls this exaggerating. I call it making a dull story a bit more interesting.
Tonight Big Sissy was desperately trying to tell her daddy a story while he was brushing Little Sissy's teeth. I was in the other room trying to get the baby to sleep, but I could hear that she was talking and no one was listening. I always have mommy guilt and this fear that my kids are going to end up in counseling because their parents had too many kids too close together and no one gets heard. So...I asked if I could hear her story. I really did want to hear it. Here's the story.
CJ: One time I was laying on the air vent cuddling with one of my sleeping friends...
Me: Which one?
CJ: I don't remember. It was one that I slept with every night, but not Dog Dog with the blue sweater or Dog Dog with the pink sweater.
Me: Was it Scarfy? You used to always sleep with Scarfy and the 2 Dog Dogs.
CJ: No, Mom. I wasn't a baby. I was 3.
Me: OK. So what happened while you were cuddling with your sleeping friend?
CJ: Nothing.
Me: Isn't there more to the story?
CJ: No. That's it. I was cuddling with my sleeping friend on the air vent one time, but I don't remember which one it was.
Me: OK. Good story.
Maybe I should have let her tell the counselor that story. Just kidding. Note to self: Never start with the punch line. Then people are always a little disappointed at the end. That's all. There's no more to this story. As a disclaimer, we do keep our house warm. She doesn't have to lay on the air vent to keep warm. She just likes to be REALLY warm in the mornings.
Tonight Big Sissy was desperately trying to tell her daddy a story while he was brushing Little Sissy's teeth. I was in the other room trying to get the baby to sleep, but I could hear that she was talking and no one was listening. I always have mommy guilt and this fear that my kids are going to end up in counseling because their parents had too many kids too close together and no one gets heard. So...I asked if I could hear her story. I really did want to hear it. Here's the story.
CJ: One time I was laying on the air vent cuddling with one of my sleeping friends...
Me: Which one?
CJ: I don't remember. It was one that I slept with every night, but not Dog Dog with the blue sweater or Dog Dog with the pink sweater.
Me: Was it Scarfy? You used to always sleep with Scarfy and the 2 Dog Dogs.
CJ: No, Mom. I wasn't a baby. I was 3.
Me: OK. So what happened while you were cuddling with your sleeping friend?
CJ: Nothing.
Me: Isn't there more to the story?
CJ: No. That's it. I was cuddling with my sleeping friend on the air vent one time, but I don't remember which one it was.
Me: OK. Good story.
Maybe I should have let her tell the counselor that story. Just kidding. Note to self: Never start with the punch line. Then people are always a little disappointed at the end. That's all. There's no more to this story. As a disclaimer, we do keep our house warm. She doesn't have to lay on the air vent to keep warm. She just likes to be REALLY warm in the mornings.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Happy Thanksgiving!
I woke up thankful this morning. It IS Thanksgiving, but I often wake up thankful. Our family is healthy (besides colds. Nothing life threatening), I have a sweet husband who takes good care of me and lets me stay home with our kids. We have a warm house (with a basement even. That's a bonus.) We have a wonderful extended family who loves us, and we get to see all of them this weekend (except my brother. We'll miss him!!!!) I have good friends who love me despite the fact that I can't put as much time into cultivating those relationships as I would like to right now. I have a good church home. We have food to eat.
I faithfully read another blog who encouraged us to also express thanks for things that we don't actually feel thankful for, knowing that God is working all things for our good. That's not so easy because it's not warm and fuzzy, but here are a few. I'm thankful for the years of infertility because it has birthed a desire to adopt in my heart and has made me sensitive to the pain of others. I'm thankful for financial stress because it makes me trust God more (wow, that was hard). I'm thankful for this time of living away from family because it makes me appreciate our time together and depend on my husband. I'm thankful for our new president-elect because the Church needed a reminder about our mission on earth. It is our mission and not government's.
It's a good day, and the Lord has made it. Let us rejoice and be glad!!!
I faithfully read another blog who encouraged us to also express thanks for things that we don't actually feel thankful for, knowing that God is working all things for our good. That's not so easy because it's not warm and fuzzy, but here are a few. I'm thankful for the years of infertility because it has birthed a desire to adopt in my heart and has made me sensitive to the pain of others. I'm thankful for financial stress because it makes me trust God more (wow, that was hard). I'm thankful for this time of living away from family because it makes me appreciate our time together and depend on my husband. I'm thankful for our new president-elect because the Church needed a reminder about our mission on earth. It is our mission and not government's.
It's a good day, and the Lord has made it. Let us rejoice and be glad!!!
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Pretend Play
Kids play what they know about--or think they know about. My kids play Mother's Day Out, church, library, grocery store, going to Grandma's house, and having babies. I'm sorry if this offends you, but I think it's hilarious. Beth, they name all of their babies Baby Ty.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Big Sissy's Thankful List
One thing I'm really thankful for is MOPS. No, not mops, although my husband would be thankful if I used one. Mothers of Preschoolers. Usually we have good speakers, sometimes we do a craft, but we ALWAYS have a hot breakfast and great times with other women (childcare included). Today was pajama day. Moms and kids all went in our pajamas, and the women watched a comedian on DVD and chatted, while the children were being cared for by top-notch volunteers. They love our children so well, and Big Sissy's class is always doing the best crafts. It's so great for me, because that might be my least favorite "fun activity." I think it's because I don't like messes. Anyway, I'm thankful for them. Today Big Sissy came home with 3 crafts, one of which was a turkey whose feathers each had the name of something she's thankful for.
Her list is Caroline Pudding (her stuffed kitty), Tabby (her Build-A-Bear stuffed kitty), Dog Dog (her stuffed puppy), Gracie (finally someone real. LOL.), Mommy, Baby Kitty (Tabby's baby), Levi, Daddy, and grilled cheese.
Monday, November 24, 2008
The Bananas Have Overstayed Their Welcome
Big Sissy and I have interesting conversations when she has to be in the bathroom for an extended session. Today she wanted to know how to draw a banana. Since we were in the bathroom, I drew one with my finger on my leg (which looked weird, even to me).
"You have to color it in to make it a banana," she said.
"Yes, I would color it yellow if I were really drawing a banana."
"And you would have to get a black crayon to make all the black spots."
Hmmm...maybe I should show her how to draw banana bread instead.
"You have to color it in to make it a banana," she said.
"Yes, I would color it yellow if I were really drawing a banana."
"And you would have to get a black crayon to make all the black spots."
Hmmm...maybe I should show her how to draw banana bread instead.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Branson Trip
Hubby was on vacation this week. This is the last week that UPS allows "their people" to take off before the Christmas rush begins. I can't believe it's already over. We've been in Branson for the last few days with Hubby's parents, who have a timeshare. It was so great to get away. It didn't exactly go as planned because it was COLD and nothing opens before about 1:00 in the afternoon this time of year--not good for little ones who take afternoon naps. So...we spent a lot of time in the room, at WalMart, and at really early lunches. It was still fun, though. We visited the Landing, got some shopping done while the kids napped (Thanks, MawMaw and PawPaw!!!), ate some good food, and took the girls miniature golfing for the first time.
OK. I told myself I wasn't going to make fun of anything in this Branson blog, but I'm just going to say one thing. I don't go to Branson for the shows; in fact, it's been years since I've seen one there.The billboard pictures are entertainment enough for me. I go for shopping and Silver Dollar City. The kids love the rides, and I love the kettle corn. Anyway, I saw a school bus one day and it dawned on me that people actually live there. I don't know why that struck me as weird. But I was picturing what the teachers must wear to keep the attention of all the entertainers' kids: maybe a tight leather pantsuit with diamonds and a big blonde wig. I don't know...it made me laugh. I met an elderly lady there who was traveling with other senior citizens on a tour bus. She was so happy to be able to talk to me and Little Buddy for a while. She said she was getting tired of all those old people. LOL. Makes me wonder what I'll be doing for fun when I'm that age.
OK. I told myself I wasn't going to make fun of anything in this Branson blog, but I'm just going to say one thing. I don't go to Branson for the shows; in fact, it's been years since I've seen one there.The billboard pictures are entertainment enough for me. I go for shopping and Silver Dollar City. The kids love the rides, and I love the kettle corn. Anyway, I saw a school bus one day and it dawned on me that people actually live there. I don't know why that struck me as weird. But I was picturing what the teachers must wear to keep the attention of all the entertainers' kids: maybe a tight leather pantsuit with diamonds and a big blonde wig. I don't know...it made me laugh. I met an elderly lady there who was traveling with other senior citizens on a tour bus. She was so happy to be able to talk to me and Little Buddy for a while. She said she was getting tired of all those old people. LOL. Makes me wonder what I'll be doing for fun when I'm that age.
Cold, sunny day at the Branson Landing. The big, shiny reindeer isn't actually part of the family. He just asked if he could be in the picture.
Little Sissy golfing. Mostly she liked to take everyone's balls out of the hole--or pick them up from wherever they were hit and drop them in the hole. Made keeping score a challenge!
Yes, this is actually how she hit the ball. I think she still beat me.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Family Portraits
We got our family portrait made today for Christmas cards. It's always such an ordeal trying to get all of us ready and looking cute AND happy. We actually got some pretty good ones this time, but here are some of the funny ones.
OK. Here's what we'll do. Little Sissy, you sing "Doo doo doo" while Big Sissy sings "Tra la la."
Now it's important to let your lipstick dry before our next little number.
Now, Little Buddy, you act like it's 30 degrees out and we just put you in the tub naked. Perfect.
Now go ahead and eat that duck while I jump around and put funny animals on my head to make you laugh.
For our family picture, Big Sissy, you concentrate on keeping your headband up. Everyone else, just stare at me like I'm from Mars. There. I think we're done!
Fun Balloon Art
Remember when I told you I had to break up with Cecil Whitaker's because Pizza Street treats us so much better? Well, Brian the Balloon Artist works at the one on Cave Springs, and he's there every Tuesday night. He can make anything--Elmo, Cookie Monster, aliens, spiders, turkeys, etc. Tonight the girls picked Snoopy and the Little Mermaid. Check this out. And did I mention that it's SO cheap?! Cheaper than fast food, definitely.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
We Have Kids Stacked to the Ceiling
We told Big Sissy that when she turned 4, we would stack their beds. They are actually bunk beds, but we've had them separate because we were nervous Little Sissy was not ready. This week she slept in her "big girl bed" with no rail, and tonight is their first night in bunk beds. It's amazing how much bigger their room seems! I'm already thinking about where we can put our next one...
Friday, November 14, 2008
Mix at Your Own Discretion
There are some things that go great together, like peanut butter and jelly. Other things can be a fatal mix, like alcohol and certain medications. I've found in parenting that there are some bad combinations, too--not fatal, but certainly uncomfortable or messy. They can't always be avoided, but here are some bad combinations we've encountered:
1. Breastfeeding and teething
2. Playdough and carpet
3. Big box of crayons and really warm sunshine
4. Late nights and early mornings
5. Leftover food and really deep diaper bags
6. Babies and white shirts
7. C-sections and bikinis
8. Little tiny toys and little tiny nostrils
9. New walkers and coffee tables with sharp edges
10. Poorly-fitting diapers and big blowouts
11. Playing in the sandbox and rubbing eyes
12. Exploring spitup piles and sucking fingers
13. Socks and perfectionists
14. Pregnancy and fast toddlers
15. Long car trips and broken DVD players
16. Long car trips and nutrition
17. Halloween and nutrition
18. Icy days and fancy Christmas shoes
19. Damp bibs and closed hampers
20. Playing airplane with your mouth open and cute baby drool
1. Breastfeeding and teething
2. Playdough and carpet
3. Big box of crayons and really warm sunshine
4. Late nights and early mornings
5. Leftover food and really deep diaper bags
6. Babies and white shirts
7. C-sections and bikinis
8. Little tiny toys and little tiny nostrils
9. New walkers and coffee tables with sharp edges
10. Poorly-fitting diapers and big blowouts
11. Playing in the sandbox and rubbing eyes
12. Exploring spitup piles and sucking fingers
13. Socks and perfectionists
14. Pregnancy and fast toddlers
15. Long car trips and broken DVD players
16. Long car trips and nutrition
17. Halloween and nutrition
18. Icy days and fancy Christmas shoes
19. Damp bibs and closed hampers
20. Playing airplane with your mouth open and cute baby drool
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Drive-By Christianity
I am not a big fan of bumper stickers. First of all, I just don't like clutter. Secondly, I think they try to say too much, which usually makes them offensive in the context of a "drive-by relationship." This is especially true with religious bumper stickers. I can't stand the ones that say things like "Abortion Kills" or "Who Would Jesus Bomb?" First of all, Jesus would never have put a bumper sticker on his back or on his donkey. He came to teach, to show people love, and to offer them hope of salvation. Some of the things He said were not easy to hear, but he didn't just shoot out a few hard-to-hear words and zoom away. His teaching was in the context of relationship and was ongoing. If you were a person who was struggling with guilt of an abortion, would you be helped by reading "Abortion Kills"? No, it's not helpful. It's just mean-spirited. What would be helpful is to know that Jesus forgives and things can be different for you in the future.
I live in a very conservative state. We are one of the only states who actually picked McCain to win the election. There are some good things about that, but I see a lot of those bumper stickers. I also see a lot of "Christian" businesses in my neighborhood. Down the street we have Savior Storage. What does that mean? If you don't pay your bill, your stuff will be gone in 3 days? Or it's guarded by angels? Or we've already paid the price for your storage since we know you can't? We also have Grace Waste Removal. I guess their motto is, "You deserve to live in your trash, but we'll take it away anyway." Today I saw a truck for The Paint Saint. I'm just thinking I'd rather that they just do a good job painting than that they stand around praying while I'm paying them. There's nothing wrong with these names, but like the bumper stickers, I think it's more important for your life and relationships to reflect your faith than a name on the door. If you have a religious bumper sticker on your car but you're driving like a maniac, it's probably better to just not have that on your car. Or if you have a religious label on your business, you better show up when you are scheduled and have good ethical practices. The only business name I've seen that actually makes sense is Petrat Construction. Petra means "rock." Jesus called Peter "the rock" and told him that He was going to build His Church on this rock. That makes sense for construction, at least.
I'm not suggesting you change your business name or tear all the bumper stickers off of your car. I'm just encouraging us to live out our faith rather than having a drive-by Christianity that wounds rather than heals. See what happens when I'm without a computer for a week? I have had too much time to think and am burdened with lots of extra words. Hopefully the rest of this blog has helped you get to know me somewhat so these aren't drive-by words either. So here's a thought to leave you with. I'm sure this will lift your spirits somehow.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
We are Virus-Free
I'm talking about our computer. I don't want to sound like an idiot, but you know that feeling when you probably shouldn't click on an attachment? That little voice that says, "Hmmm...that sounds odd, but it came from someone I know..." Yeah, well you should listen to that voice. Otherwise, you might be without a computer for a week. We are finally virus-free. Now we just have to figure out how to get all our programs back. I'm so confused right now. Our dishwasher lights stopped working. Our van's maintenance light is on. And I can't figure out how to edit my pictures on my computer. Must be an election year.
To catch up my dear blog readers, it's been a busy week. Big Sissy turned 4. That's the biggest thing. It has been magical, actually. Now that she's 4, she wants to do everything by herself (wipe her own bottom, pour her own syrup on her pancakes, open the car doors). I think it's messy, but I like it. Thanks to Dora the Explorer, she can count to ten in Spanish. I've probably heard, "I'm cuatro!" a bazillion times this week. Oh, and "I'll never be uno, dos, or tres again!" Now that Big Sissy is 4, she also suddenly figured out that coloring can be realistic. Her thinking used to be something like, "I like pink. Here's a monkey. I'll make him a pink monkey." Suddenly it's changed to, "This is Belle. Belle wears a yellow dress. I should color her dress yellow." Maybe she should have reached that stage already. I don't know. It still makes me proud.
To celebrate her birthday, we had a Fancy Nancy party. If you have little girls and you haven't read Fancy Nancy, it would be worth your time to check it out. It's about a little girl who likes everything fancy (French words, frilly toothpicks, parasols). Her favorite colors are fuschia and lavendar, and she likes to decorate with things like feathers, Christmas decorations, and tiaras. Her parents are very plain, and so she gives them lessons on being fancy. Then they go out to a burger joint called the King's Crown in their posh clothes, and everyone thinks they are movie stars.
My sister took some great pictures and posted them on her blog, so I'll just post a few more and fill you in on the party details. I'm finding that I LOVE doing kid parties. I just don't like dragging all the accessories to the party place or cleaning up. We tried to serve chili, but I burned it. Oops. I need to just start my own website called chiliwrecks.com. We still had fancy hot dogs with parasols in them and ice cream with sprinkles in very fancy waffle bowls. All of the plates were lavendar, and we decorated with the tables with multi-colored feathers. The girls got their fingernails painted with sparkly polish, and they got to decorate their own crowns with markers and stick-on jewels. The treat bags had jewels on them and contained plume pens, fancy rings, princess stickers, and boas. The best part was that the whole family got into the costumes. We had everything from truly fancy to...well, me. I had a HUGE gold sparkly bow in my hair and Christmas ornaments in my ears. Fancy Nancy would have been proud. And here's our own Fancy Nancy, the birthday girl herself.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Bear-ly a Difference
This is Little Sissy at Halloween last year and Little Buddy at Halloween this year. No wonder I'm starting to get confused!
Happy 9 months, Little Buddy!
I can't believe we've had this little guy in our home longer than he was in my womb (because that felt like FOREVER), but here we are. He's 9 months old. This has been a big month developmentally. He's started waving, jabbering, scooting all over the room backwards, going from crawl position to sitting and sitting to crawl position. He's still so smiley and giggly. Today at his checkup he giggled the whole time she was pushing on his belly, checking his private parts, moving his legs back and forth. He just makes me smile all the time. He's starting to lose some of his chubs, too, which makes me a little sad. He's kind of average now, as opposed to the 95th percentile for weight when he was 4 months old. He's still eating mostly baby food, but he's the champion of bananas, Cheerios, and mushy sweet potatoes. He nurses 4 or 5 times a day now. That probably sounds like a lot, but it's nothing compared to the 10 times a day we were doing just a few months ago. Now it's just morning, night, naptimes, and sometimes one extra feeding.
Let's see...to celebrate we let him sleep with us. Well, that was really because he has a cold and screamed every time I put him in his bed. I slept with him propped up on me for as long as we both could stand it. Then he finished out the night in his own bed. Happy birthday, little man. You bring such joy to my life.
Let's see...to celebrate we let him sleep with us. Well, that was really because he has a cold and screamed every time I put him in his bed. I slept with him propped up on me for as long as we both could stand it. Then he finished out the night in his own bed. Happy birthday, little man. You bring such joy to my life.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Honor the King
I've tried not to talk about politics very much on this blog. For one reason, I hate conflict. Obviously our country is very divided as to who should be the next president. So are my blog readers. For another, I have not felt totally warm and fuzzy about either party. I know, I love Sarah Palin. That doesn't necessarily make her a great candidate for VP. But I did vote, and I hope you did too--no matter which candidate you are in favor of. Now all we can do is wait...and pray.
See, I believe God is ultimately in control of all things. All of my pro-life friends (I am one of them) have this fear of what will happen if Obama gets into office. I have had nightmares about failed-abortion babies being left with no care. It just makes my heart hurt. But we all know there's a good chance he is going to win this election, and maybe that's God's plan for our country. How can that be? my pro-life friends ask. Well, God allows things to happen so that people will turn to Him and so that people will take action.
I have a friend (I hope she's still my friend) who sent a mass email saying she cannot and will not "honor the king" if Obama becomes the president. (This is what Paul commanded in 1 Peter 2.) She said our country is actually ruled by the constitution, so she will honor that. Even though I hate conflict, I have to disagree with that. We are not always called to do what is easy. We are commanded to "honor our parents" even when they do us harm. That doesn't mean we don't take necessary action to stop their behavior or change the situation. Paul actually said to "honor the king" when Nero was the emperor. His rule was known for tyranny and persecution of Christians. What does this mean if our "king" is someone who is making choices contrary to our beliefs? I think it means we pray for him. We abide by the laws insomuch as it doesn't go contrary to biblical mandates (Paul continued to preach the gospel even though it was illegal). We pay our taxes even if they are going to fund things that we find unthinkable. And we don't bad-mouth him with mockery or derision. That does not glorify God or win over the unbelievers. Rather, we need to put our faith into action. We can put our time and resources into places that provide abortion alternatives to women such as pregnancy resource centers. We can consider adoption. We can take in women that we know personally who don't feel they have other alternatives. Maybe we even enter the political arena ourselves rather than watching and criticizing.
I will not hide the fact that I am a Christian. I am conservative. I am pro-life. What this means to me is that I have an even bigger responsibility than ever, no matter the outcome of this election, to have a good attitude. I have done my part by voting. And no matter who becomes our "king," he needs prayer. He needs counsel from godly people who can help guide him rather than criticize him. And he needs to see Christians honoring him even when we disagree with his choices. Honoring does not mean endorsing. It means understanding that he has God-given authority. That being said, let's rally together and take action. Whoever he is, let's be strong where he is weak....without grumbling and complaining.
See, I believe God is ultimately in control of all things. All of my pro-life friends (I am one of them) have this fear of what will happen if Obama gets into office. I have had nightmares about failed-abortion babies being left with no care. It just makes my heart hurt. But we all know there's a good chance he is going to win this election, and maybe that's God's plan for our country. How can that be? my pro-life friends ask. Well, God allows things to happen so that people will turn to Him and so that people will take action.
I have a friend (I hope she's still my friend) who sent a mass email saying she cannot and will not "honor the king" if Obama becomes the president. (This is what Paul commanded in 1 Peter 2.) She said our country is actually ruled by the constitution, so she will honor that. Even though I hate conflict, I have to disagree with that. We are not always called to do what is easy. We are commanded to "honor our parents" even when they do us harm. That doesn't mean we don't take necessary action to stop their behavior or change the situation. Paul actually said to "honor the king" when Nero was the emperor. His rule was known for tyranny and persecution of Christians. What does this mean if our "king" is someone who is making choices contrary to our beliefs? I think it means we pray for him. We abide by the laws insomuch as it doesn't go contrary to biblical mandates (Paul continued to preach the gospel even though it was illegal). We pay our taxes even if they are going to fund things that we find unthinkable. And we don't bad-mouth him with mockery or derision. That does not glorify God or win over the unbelievers. Rather, we need to put our faith into action. We can put our time and resources into places that provide abortion alternatives to women such as pregnancy resource centers. We can consider adoption. We can take in women that we know personally who don't feel they have other alternatives. Maybe we even enter the political arena ourselves rather than watching and criticizing.
I will not hide the fact that I am a Christian. I am conservative. I am pro-life. What this means to me is that I have an even bigger responsibility than ever, no matter the outcome of this election, to have a good attitude. I have done my part by voting. And no matter who becomes our "king," he needs prayer. He needs counsel from godly people who can help guide him rather than criticize him. And he needs to see Christians honoring him even when we disagree with his choices. Honoring does not mean endorsing. It means understanding that he has God-given authority. That being said, let's rally together and take action. Whoever he is, let's be strong where he is weak....without grumbling and complaining.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
How Will People Remember Me?
I don't do weird things just so I have something to blog about. My life is just weird. I'm just weird. What I'm about to relay is too embarrassing to tell anyone, but I figure if your aim in reading this blog is to get to know me better, then you should know that I am a GOOFBALL. I don't pretend to be perfect. I yell at my kids. I am sarcastic to my husband. I care too much about stuff. I am passionate about things I don't know enough about...
Which brings me to today. I graduated from a seminary called Covenant. It took me a long time because I only took one class at a time except for one full-time semester. Mostly I took evening classes, and they all had hundreds of people in them. I got to know a couple of people well, but for the most part I recognized a lot of faces and knew a lot of people's first names. This week a tragedy happened to one of the girls who I graduated with. No one really knows what happened except they found her dead body late one night by her treadmill. It was completely unexpected. She was only 28, healthy, smart, loved life. Her name was Julie.
I found out about it 2 ways: First, some friends on Facebook started talking about how sad they were and one of them who works there shared the details on her service time and place. Then I got an email from the pastor of a church where we attended for about a year when my husband thought he might want to become ordained. It encouraged people to come, even those who didn't know her well. I had some classes with Julie. I remembered her as being very sweet and quiet. She was really gentle and had spent some time overseas doing missions work before coming to seminary. I really felt like I should go.
I got there right on time. They had pictures in the lobby, but I didn't have time to look at them. I just had time to slip into the back of the familiar chapel where I had worshipped many times as a student and employee of Covenant. People started sharing, and I was weepy. I was mourning because a young woman's life had been taken. I was grieving because I want to live the kind of life where those words would be said about me. I was particularly moved by the last verse in one of the hymns we sang called Christ Alone: "From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny." The service was long, and many people shared special memories of Julie. They talked about how she possessed a quiet strength, loved Jesus, loved people--all the things I remembered about her.
The last person to stand up and share took my breath away. She looked so much like Julie I thought they must have been twins. Then it hit me. Wrong Julie. I slipped out during the final song, nervous that someone would ask me how I knew Julie. I needed to look at the pictures in the lobby. She looked kind of familiar. Nope. Let's be honest. I have no idea who she is. I sat through 2 hours of a memorial service for a girl named Julie who I don't know at all. I suddenly felt like my--like someone who I love dearly who goes to funerals as a hobby. In the true spirit of this person, I shoved some cheese into my mouth on the way out. I promise I didn't know there would be snacks there. I could have eaten cheese at home.
The good news is that my friend named Julie is alive and doing fine. I am glad in some ways that I was there to support the family and grieve with my Covenant family. But when I die and people are sharing adjectives about me and my life, it's OK to say I'm a dork. And could you wrap some of that really good cheese in a napkin and put it in my casket with me?
Which brings me to today. I graduated from a seminary called Covenant. It took me a long time because I only took one class at a time except for one full-time semester. Mostly I took evening classes, and they all had hundreds of people in them. I got to know a couple of people well, but for the most part I recognized a lot of faces and knew a lot of people's first names. This week a tragedy happened to one of the girls who I graduated with. No one really knows what happened except they found her dead body late one night by her treadmill. It was completely unexpected. She was only 28, healthy, smart, loved life. Her name was Julie.
I found out about it 2 ways: First, some friends on Facebook started talking about how sad they were and one of them who works there shared the details on her service time and place. Then I got an email from the pastor of a church where we attended for about a year when my husband thought he might want to become ordained. It encouraged people to come, even those who didn't know her well. I had some classes with Julie. I remembered her as being very sweet and quiet. She was really gentle and had spent some time overseas doing missions work before coming to seminary. I really felt like I should go.
I got there right on time. They had pictures in the lobby, but I didn't have time to look at them. I just had time to slip into the back of the familiar chapel where I had worshipped many times as a student and employee of Covenant. People started sharing, and I was weepy. I was mourning because a young woman's life had been taken. I was grieving because I want to live the kind of life where those words would be said about me. I was particularly moved by the last verse in one of the hymns we sang called Christ Alone: "From life's first cry to final breath, Jesus commands my destiny." The service was long, and many people shared special memories of Julie. They talked about how she possessed a quiet strength, loved Jesus, loved people--all the things I remembered about her.
The last person to stand up and share took my breath away. She looked so much like Julie I thought they must have been twins. Then it hit me. Wrong Julie. I slipped out during the final song, nervous that someone would ask me how I knew Julie. I needed to look at the pictures in the lobby. She looked kind of familiar. Nope. Let's be honest. I have no idea who she is. I sat through 2 hours of a memorial service for a girl named Julie who I don't know at all. I suddenly felt like my--like someone who I love dearly who goes to funerals as a hobby. In the true spirit of this person, I shoved some cheese into my mouth on the way out. I promise I didn't know there would be snacks there. I could have eaten cheese at home.
The good news is that my friend named Julie is alive and doing fine. I am glad in some ways that I was there to support the family and grieve with my Covenant family. But when I die and people are sharing adjectives about me and my life, it's OK to say I'm a dork. And could you wrap some of that really good cheese in a napkin and put it in my casket with me?
Happy Halloween!
I get so excited for big events with my kids, and then I get so stressed out when they're actually here. Something about getting 3 little ones in a costume this year put me over the edge. This is how we looked just minutes before we walked out the door to bring cheer to our neighbors.
By the time we got to the party at church, everyone was in much better spirits. Little Sissy was trying to eat her candy through the Zip-loc bag that neighbor Jabeen gave us (in our rush to get out the door we forgot to bring anything to actually put the candy in). She had already ditched her Minnie Mouse gloves and ears, but at least she was content. The two little bears were very warm and cozy in their furry attire, and we were on our way. The church party was fun. The girls got tickets that they used to play games and win more candy to suck on through a zip-loc bag. Little Buddy pretty much stayed at the baby pool and chewed on rubber ducks all night. Here are some pictures of our non-evil, non-scary candy harvesters as promised. Little Buddy had 2 costumes. The pumpkin we borrowed. I took his picture in it because it was so cute, but it was really too small. He would have been a bear by the end of the night anyway, so we just switched to the happy bear costume.
By the time we got to the party at church, everyone was in much better spirits. Little Sissy was trying to eat her candy through the Zip-loc bag that neighbor Jabeen gave us (in our rush to get out the door we forgot to bring anything to actually put the candy in). She had already ditched her Minnie Mouse gloves and ears, but at least she was content. The two little bears were very warm and cozy in their furry attire, and we were on our way. The church party was fun. The girls got tickets that they used to play games and win more candy to suck on through a zip-loc bag. Little Buddy pretty much stayed at the baby pool and chewed on rubber ducks all night. Here are some pictures of our non-evil, non-scary candy harvesters as promised. Little Buddy had 2 costumes. The pumpkin we borrowed. I took his picture in it because it was so cute, but it was really too small. He would have been a bear by the end of the night anyway, so we just switched to the happy bear costume.
Friday, October 31, 2008
How Do You Get to Heaven?
If you just turned two, apparently, all you need is a good push on the swing. Little Sissy talks A LOT, but I still have trouble understanding some of what she says. Today as I was pushing her on the swing, she kept saying, "Up, up, up high to Jea 'n Gah." When I would finally get her high enough to her liking, she would lean back her head, close her eyes, and breathe in the sunshine. It took me several turns to understand what she was saying. "Did you say you want to go up high to Jesus and God?"
*Smile.* "Yeah."
I love the sweet innocence. If you were looking for a real answer on how to get to heaven, I would be happy to post about that too. It's really about that easy. Simple belief. Childlike faith.
*Smile.* "Yeah."
I love the sweet innocence. If you were looking for a real answer on how to get to heaven, I would be happy to post about that too. It's really about that easy. Simple belief. Childlike faith.
Indian Summer
Despite all the runny noses, I finally agreed to take the children outside to play yesterday. I couldn't believe how warm it was! Unfortunately, Big Sissy was inside refusing to eat her lunch. Don't ask...
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Drama, Drama, Drama
I don't know how my boy will be, but my girls are already so dramatic. I'm trying to plan a birthday party for Big Sissy, who will be 4 in a couple of weeks. I'm totally intimidated by decorating cakes, so I asked her today if she would be sad if we just had cupcakes instead. We would have ice cream with sprinkles, of course--just no cake. I guess sad was the wrong word to use because she totally jumped on it.
"Yes, Mommy, I would be really sad about that. We HAVE to have a cake AND cupcakes AND ice cream."
Then Little Sissy joined in. "I sad too, Mommy."
"What are you sad about?"
(Really starting to cry) "Cake, Mommy. I sad. Hold me, Mommy. Hold me."
The next thing I know both girls are crying and wanting to be held, which makes Little Buddy start to cry. He doesn't even know what cake is yet. And another skit in my head is born.
"Yes, Mommy, I would be really sad about that. We HAVE to have a cake AND cupcakes AND ice cream."
Then Little Sissy joined in. "I sad too, Mommy."
"What are you sad about?"
(Really starting to cry) "Cake, Mommy. I sad. Hold me, Mommy. Hold me."
The next thing I know both girls are crying and wanting to be held, which makes Little Buddy start to cry. He doesn't even know what cake is yet. And another skit in my head is born.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
I Still Love You
There are many good people who disagree about appropriate discipline methods. Whichever you choose, though, I believe it should always be followed up with with lots of hugs and words of affirmation. Sometimes I'm pretty sure I forget to do that. I get in my "matter of fact" mode, the toy is taken away (or whatever has just happened), and that is that. In my less-than-great parenting days, it is followed up with something lame like, "Maybe next time you'll remember not to smash the play dough into the carpet." On a better day, it is followed up with something like, "I know you're sad that I just threw away the play dough. Do you know why I did that? What can you do differently next time? Do you know I still love you? We can try again tomorrow." I use this example because it happened today. And it was not my greatest parenting day. I threw away the play dough (which was brown from having 4 colors mixed together--the shade that is now all over the floor and the kitchen chair cushions) without saying anything but "We are all done." Big Sissy cried for a few minutes, then she said, "I'm sad that you threw my play dough away, Mommy, but I still love you." It made me smile in the middle of a messy parenting moment and was a great reminder of how important those words of affirmation are.
Monday, October 27, 2008
You Want Me to Put My Knees Where?
Apparently this is my year for getting out of my comfort zone. I have already mentioned that I need a lot of stimulation, plus I really need exercise, plus I'm a sucker for free stuff. So I heard about a free Piloga class (mix of Pilates and Yoga) at the church where I go to M.O.P.S., which is different from the church where Big Sissy goes to choir and I go to a Bible Study, which is different still from the church where I actually attend. I went expecting to feel like the awkard girl on a SNL skit. Some people view the world in photographs; others in paintings. I see the world as a series of satirical SNL skits. It's weird because I have never even been in a play, but I think I write them in my head. This one I was in. I was the girl who tripped over my mat before the class even got started and started a domino ripple of ladies in front of me when I tried to stand on one foot.
Luckily, none of this happened. I was late (of course), because I put Little Buddy to bed before I went and had to give multiple kisses and hugs to the girls before I could leave. Apparently I missed the part where she explained what in the world was going on. Because here's what I heard next (imagine an auctioneer's pace of instructions). Stretch up to the ceiling. Touch your abs to your back. The string is pulling your head up to the ceiling. Make a smiley face with your back while you exhale. Get your hips higher but don't you dare bend your knees. Crack the walnut with your butt. Keep breathing. Down dog. (This is a real thing) Jump to the back of your mat. Reach for the cheesecake. Your toes should be shaking. If you fall down, you went too far.
It felt like the day of my senior portrait, where the photographer had something specific in mind but I had to contort my body in very unnatural ways to get the look he was going for. But don't forget to smile and breathe and look natural. I felt like a total idiot, but I'm sore, so apparently I did something. The only bad thing is that my tailbone feels like perhaps I really did crack a few walnuts. Did I mention it's free? If anyone wants to join me next week, I'd love the company. You just won't be allowed to stand behind me and watch me pretend there's a thumbtack in my bellybutton and I am one with the floor.
Luckily, none of this happened. I was late (of course), because I put Little Buddy to bed before I went and had to give multiple kisses and hugs to the girls before I could leave. Apparently I missed the part where she explained what in the world was going on. Because here's what I heard next (imagine an auctioneer's pace of instructions). Stretch up to the ceiling. Touch your abs to your back. The string is pulling your head up to the ceiling. Make a smiley face with your back while you exhale. Get your hips higher but don't you dare bend your knees. Crack the walnut with your butt. Keep breathing. Down dog. (This is a real thing) Jump to the back of your mat. Reach for the cheesecake. Your toes should be shaking. If you fall down, you went too far.
It felt like the day of my senior portrait, where the photographer had something specific in mind but I had to contort my body in very unnatural ways to get the look he was going for. But don't forget to smile and breathe and look natural. I felt like a total idiot, but I'm sore, so apparently I did something. The only bad thing is that my tailbone feels like perhaps I really did crack a few walnuts. Did I mention it's free? If anyone wants to join me next week, I'd love the company. You just won't be allowed to stand behind me and watch me pretend there's a thumbtack in my bellybutton and I am one with the floor.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Candy Harvesting
The first part of this video makes me laugh because I grew up in an environment where celebrating Halloween was very controversial. In our family we don't dwell on the scary aspects and certainly don't celebrate evil, but we DEFINITELY like getting dressed up in costumes and "candy harvesting." I felt like I was crossing a line this weekend when I bought Little Sissy a t-shirt with a black cat on it, but it was only $1 at Old Navy. And how evil can a 2-year-old in a black cat shirt be? I mean, she really likes kitties. Little Buddy's onesie says "Snack-o-lantern." Very cute.
I could add to the list of acceptable harvest costumes that I've worn. For example, it certainly has to be OK to dress up as any of the Ingalls girls (from Little House on the Prairie), especially if you collect candy in a tin lunch bucket. Now if you choose to dress up as Nellie, you might be crossing the line. She was kind of evil. Stay tuned for some pictures of our adorable little candy harvesters in their non-scary, non-evil "fall costumes."
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Fall Concert
Last night was Big Sissy's fall "concert" for her 3-year-old choir. I was so emotional as she walked up the aisle with her class. She seemed so big! Here is one of their songs. Big Sissy is the blonde curly girl in the middle, next to Mr. Charisma and behind the girl in the pink who needed to go potty at the end. She didn't sing much. I think she was a bit distracted by the 2 screamers. Some of my IL readers might recognize the lady on the left behind the children. You'll see a couple of glimpses of her. Her name is Laura something, and she graduated from Roxana with Trish and Lisa. I knew her name immediately when I saw her, but I still don't know where we actually met. Small world.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Crawling Boot Camp
Since Little Buddy is our last child (biological child, at least), I'm not really in a hurry for him to grow up. He's very happy and content, and definitely not in a hurry to do anything. I love that he is so pleasant, but I have to admit that sometimes I give him "crawling lessons." I guess Little Sissy is eager for him to do it, too. Here's her crawling boot camp. I had to stop the video to save him from his drill sergeant. Translation for those who can't understand her (most of you): "I want to help him. Crawl with your hands, then you crawl with your feet, then you crawl, crawl, crawl."
Easy Costume Ideas--No Sewing Required
A few years ago a group of teenagers came to my house "trick or treating." They were all wearing their street clothes. Come on. If you want candy, at least come up with a costume. In this same neighborhood (probably the same kids), a group came to my house at Christmastime "caroling" to raise money for the school. About 5 minutes later I saw them buying candy and soda at the convenience store down the street. Rude...
Anyway, the costume doesn't have to be fancy. We came up with a few just this morning. Here are some ideas.
Anyway, the costume doesn't have to be fancy. We came up with a few just this morning. Here are some ideas.
Humpty Dumpty
Equipment Needed: One very healthy baby, a onesie that's too small, and baby "mom jeans"
Still Needed: A beanie and a very large belt buckle
A Knight
Equipment Needed: Balloons from the very talented balloon artist at Pizza Street. (Seriously, he's really good. You should see his little mermaid.)
A Popsicle
Equipment Needed: Upside down tote bag, pajama pants, a really good imagination, and probably a seeing eye dog to lead you around
Sad Purple Dog
Equipment Needed: Pajama shirt and a pouty 2-year-old
Virgin Mary
Equipment Needed: Pajama shirt
Equipment Still Needed: Something virginal to cover her nakedness
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