Dorothy, Dino, and a Diva

Happy Halloween to everyone! Our day began with pajama day for the girls (the school's way of discouraging costumes at school, I believe). They were pretty giddy about that. Little Buddy and I went to the gym, but as we were getting out he melted down because he didn't want to be embarrassed about having a costume on in the gym. I couldn't let him take it off because I hadn't brought him a jacket since his costume provided enough warmth. So we left the gym without going in and went to the post office and made a delivery and a Kohl's trip in his costume. It's funny that he's already so sensitive about his clothes. I spent all morning trying to convince him that he's a KID and he's supposed to be excited to wear costumes. He was not convinced until he got to school and saw all the other kids also in their costumes (he was skeptical that I was making him be the only one there too).

 

 

 

After school we ditched homework and piano practice with reckless abandon and got ready for the fall festival at church. We live in an older neighborhood with almost no kids, so no one feels like they are missing out on trick or treating. And there's nothing creepy at church. And they get candy but not pounds and pounds. They also get to see friends, play games, and bounce in a bounce house. So it's a win/win for everyone.

 

Meet Dorothy, Dino, and Diva. Aren't they all adorable?

 

 

Little Sissy and her buddy playing festival games

 

 

Big Sissy training for the Hunger Games :)

 

Little Buddy concentrating hard for the sake of candy

Though Your Sins be as Scarlett

I won't lie. My kids are sheltered. And I'm pretty OK with that. They don't watch TV, but that is mostly because we have old rabbit ear antennas and we don't get very good reception. They do watch movies sometimes, but apparently they haven't seen Gone With the Wind. We were at Pasta House eating lunch one Sunday (because kids eat free, of course), and Little Buddy saw this poster hanging in the lobby. "Look, Mommy," he says. "That lady is getting baptized!"

 

I look back at this every time I need to smile.

Time to be liked and not "liked"

I'm pretty sure no one reads this any more since I haven't blogged in a year, but I have grounded myself from Facebook and trying to recall what it's like to type out my thoughts in more than a sentence or two at a time. Why get off of the biggest social media site there is? Well, I think because it's the biggest social media site there is. I have/had 600 friends on Facebook, all people I am at least loosely connected with, and by the time I take the time to read the details of all their lives I have lost the deeper connections with the fewer--MUCH fewer--that God has given me to nurture at this moment.

Also I'm addicted.

I'm addicted to knowing what everyone is doing and wearing and eating for dinner and who they're hanging out with in their spare time. I am addicted to being "liked" when I post something clever. I'm addicted to having something to do when I have to wait for any length of time anywhere. Do you know what I used to do? Pray. Think. Imagine. Dream. Write. Plan. Remember. Play. Sleep.

It's time to go back to those days. I seriously had to ask my husband what my blog url was. I couldn't remember. Even now I'm having trouble navigating the site. But it will come back to me. And the people who actually like me can keep up with me here. And though I won't be "liked" nearly as much, I think I'll be liked better--by the people that matter.

Thanks for welcoming me back.