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Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Snow Day!
This is actually our second snow day of the year. The first was back before thanksgiving, but this time the snow is deeper and has some staying power. There will be snow on the ground for a few days.
The best sound in the world is the shrieks and laughter of children sledding down the hill. That is followed closely by the crunch of freshly fallen snow under over sized snow boots while kids build a snow man or make snow angels. And of course the only thing that you can do to follow an afternoon of playing in the snow is drinking cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles while watching Christmas movies like Muppet Christmas Carol or The Polar Express.
I love snow days!
The best sound in the world is the shrieks and laughter of children sledding down the hill. That is followed closely by the crunch of freshly fallen snow under over sized snow boots while kids build a snow man or make snow angels. And of course the only thing that you can do to follow an afternoon of playing in the snow is drinking cocoa with whipped cream and sprinkles while watching Christmas movies like Muppet Christmas Carol or The Polar Express.
I love snow days!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Coupons, Peanut Stickers, and Telescopes
*Warning* Somewhat embarrassing material follows (we're talking tampons)
As you can see from the picture of my children, Michael loves all things pirates. He has been known to unravel entire rolls of toilet paper just for the cardboard tube. He calls it his boom stick, or sometimes it is his "noculars" or a telescope. Yesterday I came into my bedroom and he had gotten into my purse and some of my more personal feminine products. When I asked him what he was doing he said, "Making wittle, wittle, teeny, tiny, telescopes". You guessed it, he had opened my tampons and was using the cardboard tubing. I couldn't help but smile.
It actually reminded me of a time when Isaac and Sara were younger and Michael was just brand new. In a panic Isaac came running into the living room, distraught at the actions of his sister.
"Mom! Come quick! Sara has dumped out all your coupons and peanut stickers!"
"What? Coupons and peanut stickers?" I asked a little confused, "Where is she?"
"In the bathroom! Your coupons and peanut stickers are all over the floor, you need to come and see!"
So we go to the bathroom and there is Sara, sitting on the floor surrounded with coupons and peanut stickers. I started laughing hysterically. She had dumped out my tampons (coupons) and pantie liners (peanut stickers).
Oh the innocence of youth!
As you can see from the picture of my children, Michael loves all things pirates. He has been known to unravel entire rolls of toilet paper just for the cardboard tube. He calls it his boom stick, or sometimes it is his "noculars" or a telescope. Yesterday I came into my bedroom and he had gotten into my purse and some of my more personal feminine products. When I asked him what he was doing he said, "Making wittle, wittle, teeny, tiny, telescopes". You guessed it, he had opened my tampons and was using the cardboard tubing. I couldn't help but smile.
It actually reminded me of a time when Isaac and Sara were younger and Michael was just brand new. In a panic Isaac came running into the living room, distraught at the actions of his sister.
"Mom! Come quick! Sara has dumped out all your coupons and peanut stickers!"
"What? Coupons and peanut stickers?" I asked a little confused, "Where is she?"
"In the bathroom! Your coupons and peanut stickers are all over the floor, you need to come and see!"
So we go to the bathroom and there is Sara, sitting on the floor surrounded with coupons and peanut stickers. I started laughing hysterically. She had dumped out my tampons (coupons) and pantie liners (peanut stickers).
Oh the innocence of youth!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
My life is an adventure
Since I have been talking of my children, I thought it was time I introduced them. Isaac is the oldest. We call him Turtle because he is slow and purposeful in everything he does. He also wrestles. Since turtles and wrestlers don't like to be on their back it works well. Sara is next. She is my princess, and she will tell everyone that her nick-knack name is Princess. Everything has to be pink and sparkly. Since I was a HUGE tomboy growing up, I don't know where she got it from. It's kind of nice though that I have a girl who likes to wear dresses, and lip gloss, and perfume, and sparkly things. Michael is the youngest. We call him Monkey. Anything that looks remotely sturdy and he will climb it. He is sneaky and silly and fun. He has the best sense of humor of the three.
With them my life is never boring. Each day is an adventure and each day they teach me something new about myself. How lucky am I?
Monday, December 1, 2008
Didn't we just carve pumpkins?
It seems like no matter how much we try to slow down and enjoy things, time has a way of moving faster and faster. Now as I sit in the glow of the lights from the Christmas tree I am wondering where the time went.
Twice this time of year I have been what the Bible would call, "great with child."
I think of all the people who were affected by the birth of my children; my husband, my parents, my in-laws, my other children. I think of all the people who were there to make things more comfortable for me; the nurses, the doctor, the anesthesiologist. I think of the comforts of a soft bed and a warm blanket. I think of the first gentle swaddling and touch of my newborns tiny fingers.
And then I think of another birth. One that took place in the most humble of conditions. It was probably cold, wet, smelly. Mary was just a young woman, a teenager really. Who was there to help her through her labor and birth? Joseph was, I imagine. Was there anyone else? Anyone to wipe a damp forehead, to offer words of encouragement when it came time to push?
One of my favorite depictions of baby Jesus, doesn't even really show his face. It's Mary, standing in the light of the new star, holding her baby close to her chest and gazing up at the heavens.
This time of year it is easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of activity. The shopping, the parties, the toys, the exchanging of gifts. Really the best present given, the one that is more and more forgotten and overlooked, was the miracle of the birth and the faith of a young woman who found herself great with child.
Twice this time of year I have been what the Bible would call, "great with child."
I think of all the people who were affected by the birth of my children; my husband, my parents, my in-laws, my other children. I think of all the people who were there to make things more comfortable for me; the nurses, the doctor, the anesthesiologist. I think of the comforts of a soft bed and a warm blanket. I think of the first gentle swaddling and touch of my newborns tiny fingers.
And then I think of another birth. One that took place in the most humble of conditions. It was probably cold, wet, smelly. Mary was just a young woman, a teenager really. Who was there to help her through her labor and birth? Joseph was, I imagine. Was there anyone else? Anyone to wipe a damp forehead, to offer words of encouragement when it came time to push?
One of my favorite depictions of baby Jesus, doesn't even really show his face. It's Mary, standing in the light of the new star, holding her baby close to her chest and gazing up at the heavens.
This time of year it is easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of activity. The shopping, the parties, the toys, the exchanging of gifts. Really the best present given, the one that is more and more forgotten and overlooked, was the miracle of the birth and the faith of a young woman who found herself great with child.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Rain, Rain Go Away
Thanks to Gustav we have been inundated with rain of late. Normally I enjoy the rain. It makes the world clean and bright, the air smells sweeter, here in Missouri it cools things off nicely. However, when it rains too much, like it has lately, our basement floods. So far we have only gotten a little surface water that dried up just as fast as it appeared. Hopefully that is all that we will get.
When the weather is bad, our Internet connection gets spotty also. Normally that wouldn't bother me too bad. Except the thing is that I work from home, so no Internet means no work which equals no money. I strongly dislike being broke.
I am also trying to finish up my first year of online classes through University of Phoenix. No Internet means no class. I have called my professors over the phone and explained things to them. I have until Midnight Sunday to turn in all my assignments. My original plan was to get my bachelors, but with running the household, working two jobs, volunteering for two different assignments through my church, and school I think I am going to take a break after my Associates is complete. At least until my kids are in school and I can have a little more free time during the day. Only four more years to wait.
I strongly dislike waiting too.
When the weather is bad, our Internet connection gets spotty also. Normally that wouldn't bother me too bad. Except the thing is that I work from home, so no Internet means no work which equals no money. I strongly dislike being broke.
I am also trying to finish up my first year of online classes through University of Phoenix. No Internet means no class. I have called my professors over the phone and explained things to them. I have until Midnight Sunday to turn in all my assignments. My original plan was to get my bachelors, but with running the household, working two jobs, volunteering for two different assignments through my church, and school I think I am going to take a break after my Associates is complete. At least until my kids are in school and I can have a little more free time during the day. Only four more years to wait.
I strongly dislike waiting too.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Welcome to my Blog
I have been married now going on 11 years. I love my husband, and I love my children, but somewhere along the way I have lost myself. I have forgotten the things that made me happy. My life is so full of kids and school and work, that I have forgotten the things that I was good at and the things that I used to enjoy.
I played the violin and viola. I was pretty good. I played for two years with the Portland Metropolitan Youth Symphony. I hated to practice, but I loved to play. I haven't rosined up my bow or tuned my strings in a long time.
I used to write. I wrote poems, and short stories. I have an idea for a novel if I ever get time to complete the research. I used to tell people that I would write historical fiction novels when I grew up. Now I barely write in my journal anymore.
So enough is enough. I am done with this pity party (at least for today). I am going to pick my self up, dust myslef off and start doing the things that I enjoy doing, not just the things that I have to do. Hopefully today when I do laundry there will be no pink underwear and after a few posts, I will lose my baby blues.
I played the violin and viola. I was pretty good. I played for two years with the Portland Metropolitan Youth Symphony. I hated to practice, but I loved to play. I haven't rosined up my bow or tuned my strings in a long time.
I used to write. I wrote poems, and short stories. I have an idea for a novel if I ever get time to complete the research. I used to tell people that I would write historical fiction novels when I grew up. Now I barely write in my journal anymore.
So enough is enough. I am done with this pity party (at least for today). I am going to pick my self up, dust myslef off and start doing the things that I enjoy doing, not just the things that I have to do. Hopefully today when I do laundry there will be no pink underwear and after a few posts, I will lose my baby blues.
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