I live for the days I get to have....
Granny's brown beans (simmered all day)
her cornbread muffins (great with butter)
pan fried potatoes
and time with this lady (wearing Ellie's Limited TOO hat). At 97, she still serves us. There really are no words. It's astounding.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
I live for the days I get to have....
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Last night, we went to the state fair. Yes, it can be a bit on the diverse side. But going to the fair always provides for interesting moments.
This particular moment was provided by Luke, Ellie, and a man with a monkey.
As we were standing in line to buy our annual pork chop sandwiches, a man walked by who had a pet monkey. A small pet monkey who was riding on his shoulders. I don't know who the man was or if he worked there, but he just kind of loitered around the area for awhile, not necessarily trying to gain attention.
Well, attention he did get from my kiddos. They stood from afar, just staring at this spectacle. It was such a cute monkey, and I think he had some clothes and a hat on.
Then, Luke leaned over to me and whispered out of the side of his mouth (as not to let the man with the monkey hear him): "Mom.... does that man know that he has a monkey on his back?"
Before I could answer, Ellie rolled her eyes and responded with incredulity, "Luke, don't you know what he does? He is a MONKEY-TAMER." As though being a monkey tamer was just as common at a fair as a ride operator.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
This morning, Luke had no more stood up and wiped the sleep from his eyes when he reported urgently, "I have to throw up." Ugh, I thought. The truth was, it felt like I needed to throw up too. A vague feeling of nausea had turned into feeling like a brick was in my stomach and my day of errands was to be no more.
Instead, I spent the morning helping Luke with throw up target practice. He's still at that stage where he may or not make it to the toilet... and when there is (fairly) new carpet at stake, that doesn't go over well with Mama. I tried to talk to him about recognizing the feeling before it came, and how to make a beeline to the bathroom as NOT to throw up on the carpet. Even the wood floors were better than the carpet! I did have the emergency trash can available just in case. However, Luke didn't seem too impressed with my dissertation on why I didn't want to have to clean up chunks out of the frieze.
What did seem to grab his attention was when I opened up a Lego set that I had saved for a rainy day (or sick day !) I pulled all the shiny, new pieces out and he lovingly sorted them by color one by one. He then reported with determination, "mama... I will DEFINITELY NOT, I mean NO WAY will I even throw up on these legos. I will recognize that feeling and run to the bathroom, but I WILL not throw up on these Legos."
Priorities: for me, it's the carpet.... and him... well, the legos. Maybe I'll just sprinkle some legos on the carpet next time! For the record, no carpet or legos were harmed today.
One more funny (and a bit upsetting) thing... as he was throwing up this morning (the first time), he managed to ask between heaves: "Do I get to miss school today?" And tonight he said he would rather be sick than go to kindergarten. Yeah.... especially when you get to play with Legos.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Our Wonderful, Beautiful, Outgoing, Hilarious, Thoughtful, Sensitive, Original, Adventurous, Independent, Loving, Curious, Spiritual, Precious, Grown-up Eight Year Old. My My, The Time Just Goes a-flyin' by.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
"I praise God that my hope is in Him and not in the stock market. " - from Margo
"I'm just an ordinary girl with an extraordinary God." - from Fuschia
"GOOD MORNING. THIS IS GOD. I WILL BE HANDLING ALL YOUR PROBLEMS TODAY, AND I WILL NOT NEED YOUR HELP, SO HAVE A GREAT DAY." -from a friend's private blog
I can't help myself: I keep getting inspired! Thank you for all for writing such uplifting things that remind us of our place in the universe, and how our God is one magnificent, powerful, loving God. You are all such examples of excellence!
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Lately, I have been a bit bogged down by the complex issues of life that just can't be avoided.
What happened to the good old days when you sat down and they snapped your picture and you got a bazillion pictures to share with your friends for 5.95? The big 8X10 pic was always saved by mom, the 5X7 and 3X5's given to relatives, especially grandparents, and the wallets... oooh, I loved that day when I could cut them all apart and write a message on the back in an ink pen. Then, I would covet each and every picture that was given to me, read and reread the message on back (especially if it was from a boy) and save them for years!
Now, getting that order form in the backpack just gives me a headache.
The decisions, The pressure, the financial commitment!!
I must decide....
What Package - Several to choose from ranging from $62.00 down to $11.00, but I'm telling you, they make that $11.00 one really hard to find, and when you do finally locate it on the order sheet, you have to decipher that it comes only 2 3X5's and 4 wallets.
What Background - Gray, Blue, Purple, Green, Amber
and new this year
Pose 1 - arms crossed, cropped at waist
Pose 2- arms crossed, leaning forward, cropped at elbows
Pose 3 - same as above, cropped at chest
Pose 4 - same as above, cropped like a close up
Then, I can opt for Retouching (I guess it's handy in the acne years)
and I can pay extra to add my Child's Name on the pictures.
or if I'd like, I can add purchase separately different Add Ons, such as a CD of the image (only $25.00 gasp) and that good old 8X10.
You can see clearly the difficulty I'm facing. It's mind boggling.
One perk? They give you a free SmileSafe Kids Safety Card and 24/7 Rapid Response Card.
Hmmm..... that sounds a bit complex too.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Daddy's Gap Shorts = $40, Two Little Girls Going on Twenty - $40,000, Same Girls in Daddy's Shorts = Priceless
Saturday, September 13, 2008
In the Freshman Comp I class I am teaching right now, I gave the students this assignment:
"Write an essay that captures a moment in your childhood that symbolizes for you, the essence of childhood. Tell the story of this chosen moment, selecting events and details that will clearly communicate to your reader the specific details of this sliver of time."
The results are astounding. Intriguing. Familiar. Heartbreaking. Touching. Nostalgic. I wish I could bind them all into a big book: Childhood Crystalized.
The narrations fall into one of these categories:
*Practical jokes gone wrong (locking little brother in the shed in 95 degree weather)
*Moments of fright or danger (falling from a tree, remembering the moment JFK was shot)
*A loss (dog hit by car, accidentally shooting a bluebird)
*A moment of victory (hitting the game winning shot)
But by far, most of the assignments focus on one thing:
the ordinary, seemingly insignificant moments of life.
*planting watermelons in the garden with Grandpa
*fishing at the pond with a friend
*cooking pie with Mom
*kicking an old bottle around on the street with neigbors
*walking to school in the snow
*going with Grandpa to the nursing home to visit Grandma
*riding bikes in the park with Dad
*riding in the backseat of the car with mom at the wheel
This is the stuff of life. And it's the stuff that my kids are going to remember. The everyday, ordinary moments. I want to appreciate the moments more, and hurry them less. I want to breathe them in and get less frustrated by them. I want to remember that I am writing memories into my kiddos everyday, every hour.
What is a moment in your childhood that you still remember? A moment that kind of sums up childhood for you?
Me? It's riding go-karts with my sister in the pasture, the sweet smell of dirt and hay in my nostirls. Chasing each other dangerously around the lake, the sound of cows and birds constantly in the background. Billowing clouds. Bugs crunching. The occasional sight of a snake. Feeling free, being loved. That is the stuff of my life.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
When I look at brand new moms these days, they look like babies themselves. Am I the only one who has noticed this??? It makes me wonder ...was I really that young when I had my first child? Just thinkin' I was ever so grown up, but in truth, still such a baby....??? Well, at 29, I wasn't exactly a spring chicken, but looking at pictures.... yeah... I was young.
There is nothing in the world like being a mom. It is my favorite thing I have ever done. Even on days like this when I get MORE emails about my son, I have to give it to Him. In fact, this is a perfect day to do it. God, this is YOUR boy! You made him headstrong and full of life. You take this child and mold him. You change the parts of his heart that need changing. Now, I'm going to close my eyes and get a good night's sleep.
Oh yeah, I am tagging a few fellow bloggers now....
Amanda @ Herrold Collection because she is such a faithful blogger...
Michelle @ The Froggy Bottom Blog because I have enjoyed reading her blog...
and Traci @ Something Singapore because I miss her!
What to do: share with us and your readers a lesson that you learned from your own mom, a special mom in your life, or while raising your own children. There’s no right or wrong answer ….just lessons that each of us can learn and implement with our own children. It can be very simple!!! Link your post back to this blog, leave a comment below so we can visit and learn from you, and then tag 2-3 other moms to participate. (if you are not up to this right now, just let me know and I will pass it on to someone else!)
Sunday, September 07, 2008
I don't know what it is...... if it's just the busyness of life right now... but my creativity has evaporated. It's just gone. It seems like all I can do to make sure lunches are packed, pick up my children at the right time, keep straight all the scheduled practices, prepare for teaching my English classes and just deal with all the details. Sweeping off the front porch or straightening up my closet seems to be a major accomplishment. So, finding the brain power to think of a post title for this picture series is just overwhelming me. It should be easy! Here I have two precious friends who spontaneously jumped into a pair of daddy's shorts and walked around and ate dinner in them. Too cute! But I am sitting here staring at the computer thinking of things like this...
*Long Friendship in Daddy's Shorts (hmmmmm.....terrible)
*4 Buns in an Oven (what oven?)
*A Friend in Shorts is a Friend Indeed (this makes no sense)
My friends, this is bad. I need some serious help. Is this as hard as I'm making it? I cannot think of anything! Therefore, I kindly ask you to leave a comment with a post title.And since I've never openly asked for comments, I'm a little nervous and am going to offer one of my creative clipboards as a thank-you for the person with the cutest title. Maybe, just maybe, making the clipboard and a little title inspiration from you will help me get my creative groove back!!!
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
1960 - Lookin' a little like Judy?
1962 - What were they thinking?
1966 - I only know one person in real life who has this much hair! Chere! I'm so jealous of her awesome hair.
1972 - Hmmm... Hairstyles Gone Wrong?
1974 - Smooth and Silky
1976 - I think my hair looked like this in 1980... I was just a few years behind the styles..
1984 - Get into the Groove
1986 - Huh?
1990 - my sister's hair style in 1990 - I can see her in her Homecoming Queen dress looking like a beauty
1994 - I have a picture of myself that looks EXCATLY like this. Actually several dozen pictures. I wore my hair like this for years. Still do, sometimes. I just can't get over the big hair look
2000 - I don't remember this style, do you? Blech!
I haven't told Tom that they have a guy's version. Hee hee!! He may find out the hard way.
If you've read this blog for long, you may know about our boy. Our gritty, grumpy and garrulous five year old boy.
He has a lot of gusto.
I know they all do, those testosterone-filled-little-works-of-God.
but I have had moms of boys say to me,
whew... that one... he's got more testosterone than usual!
And I think he does.
Poor guy, he's got two big sisters and 3 precious princess cousins and his way of saying hello is to push them over and then tackle them. With 5 little females, that gets him into trouble.
I'll tell you what he really needs is a brother. But that would require somewhat of a reversal if you know what I mean.
His teacher sent me an email today. It wasn't great news. He is loud. (I know.) He can't keep his hands to himself (Yep. That's true too.) And he likes to stick his tongue out a lot. (We keep working on that!)
I love him madly. With every fiber of my being, I want him to grow into a strong man who loves the Lord. I get down and pray over him (when he's asleep mind you; otherwise, I might get head-butted.) We do firmly believe that God will guide him and bless him and help him to see that other people have something called feelings.
But between now and then, what I need from you Works For Me Wednesday readers (and anyone else!) is some Boy Advice. Just some little nuggets of practical encouragement for us and our Rough and Tough Boy. How do we make it through the Rough and Tough days? Books you've read? Scriptures you've prayed? Mantras you've followed? Humor you've relied on? Reward systems you've utilized? Approaches you've tried? Ways to get through to his thick noggin???
Thanks for your input. In about 15 years, Luke should thank you too.