April 2012 - Out of the Mouths of Babes
Monday, May 14, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Thoughts About Birthdays
Last year, on m 30 birthday, I vowed to be forever 29. Recently my thoughts have changed. My grandmother, who is with Jesus 5 months now, was always proud of her age. She counted every birthday as a blessing and never shied away from telling her years. (Weight however is sacred. A lady never discusses her weight.)
What's so great about the 20's anyway? Well, there was plenty. I graduated college with a B.A. in Mass Communication, got married to a truly awesome man, got my first "real" job, left the workforce to care for our 2 beautiful babies and a host of other things that I might remember if I ever bothered to write some of these things down.
Then again, I also learned that marriage is difficult, entry level positions pay very little, pregnancy is not that fun, living below a standard that you are accustomed to is also not so fun, babies run you ragged, vacations and freetime are rare and life in general is hard. Here's a cliche. 'Cry me a river.'
There's really no point in longing for days gone by. So what if I'm too old to audition for American Idol, I wasn't going to anyway. And so what if I'm not as 'trim' as I was a 24. I've had 2 babies, gimmie a break. I don't want to be in college forever. And really, 20K a year doesn't put food on the table. The 30's bring the 'experienced pay grade' (We hope). We've got each other, we've got our children, and we have a business to grow. So I'm looking forward to what the future holds.
My pastor, as I'm sure all of your pastors do, often reminds us that we are not promised tomorrow. With that in mind I rejoice for today because each day is indeed a blessing and a gift. I choose to embrace the years God gives me just as my dear grandmother taught me. So look out world....I'm 31!
What's so great about the 20's anyway? Well, there was plenty. I graduated college with a B.A. in Mass Communication, got married to a truly awesome man, got my first "real" job, left the workforce to care for our 2 beautiful babies and a host of other things that I might remember if I ever bothered to write some of these things down.
Then again, I also learned that marriage is difficult, entry level positions pay very little, pregnancy is not that fun, living below a standard that you are accustomed to is also not so fun, babies run you ragged, vacations and freetime are rare and life in general is hard. Here's a cliche. 'Cry me a river.'
There's really no point in longing for days gone by. So what if I'm too old to audition for American Idol, I wasn't going to anyway. And so what if I'm not as 'trim' as I was a 24. I've had 2 babies, gimmie a break. I don't want to be in college forever. And really, 20K a year doesn't put food on the table. The 30's bring the 'experienced pay grade' (We hope). We've got each other, we've got our children, and we have a business to grow. So I'm looking forward to what the future holds.
My pastor, as I'm sure all of your pastors do, often reminds us that we are not promised tomorrow. With that in mind I rejoice for today because each day is indeed a blessing and a gift. I choose to embrace the years God gives me just as my dear grandmother taught me. So look out world....I'm 31!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Handy Mommy
Back in April we moved into, what I so lovingly refer to as, "The Little Crooked House." I'm trying to overcome my distaste but it's a slow process.
Any hoo! I'm feeling empowered today! A few weeks ago I purchased my very first power drill. Nothing too fancy. It's just something to assist me in all my grand schemes and ideas. Last night I drilled holes in the wall for pegs in my daughters room. They're still holding on the wall! SUCCESS! Lydia's room is nearly complete. All she needs now is some paint touch-ups to the walls, suitable curtains and a few less toys.
Next I get crazy the with shelving. We have a very tiny laundry room that was probably not meant for a washer and a dryer. It's a good thing I'm not pregnant or I would never be able to get in there. In order to clean up the tops of the washer and dryer as well as the floor I have successfully installed a 6 ft. wire shelf.
Sadly, the 'before the move' before picture of the laundry room isn't very good. It really didn't look much different. I think I couldn't get to the laundry room on the day I was taking pictures.
Some days I feel like this house could really be something. (So much as small little houses nestled deep into the woods of redneck country can be. But I digress.)
Any hoo! I'm feeling empowered today! A few weeks ago I purchased my very first power drill. Nothing too fancy. It's just something to assist me in all my grand schemes and ideas. Last night I drilled holes in the wall for pegs in my daughters room. They're still holding on the wall! SUCCESS! Lydia's room is nearly complete. All she needs now is some paint touch-ups to the walls, suitable curtains and a few less toys.
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| After |
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| Can you see me?! And the aforementioned hooks. |
Next I get crazy the with shelving. We have a very tiny laundry room that was probably not meant for a washer and a dryer. It's a good thing I'm not pregnant or I would never be able to get in there. In order to clean up the tops of the washer and dryer as well as the floor I have successfully installed a 6 ft. wire shelf.
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| After move before shot. |
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| Who needs a handy man? |
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| That's right. Perfectly level! |
Sadly, the 'before the move' before picture of the laundry room isn't very good. It really didn't look much different. I think I couldn't get to the laundry room on the day I was taking pictures.
Some days I feel like this house could really be something. (So much as small little houses nestled deep into the woods of redneck country can be. But I digress.)
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
Slack
What a week we are having. On Thursday Lydia comes down with some kind of stomach bug. YUCK! Naturally she passes this to me and Asher. :o( TRIPLE YUCK! This is the worst kind of sick. It makes me long for the days of early pregnancy when stomach woes could be solved with ginger-ale and crackers. *Nods sympathetically to all the ladies with whom that did not work.* Five days later and Lydia is still sick but thankfully noticeably improved. Two sick babies and a sick Mommy. Let me tell you.....My husband is a ROCK STAR!
Saturday night he is up all night with the kids while I am a useless lump in the bed (or bathroom). Sunday, we all skip church and he is at our every beck and call. Problem. He is the director of the Christmas play and it's the day of the play. He arranges child care for two sick babes so I can continue to rue the day I ever let my children around other children. He makes it to that afternoons rehearsal after driving all over creation to pick up and drop off all the necessary peoples. He finds people to pick up my slack at the play in getting the kids in costume and being an extra 'babysitter' and of course keeping an eye on our own children.
Monday he continues to do the brunt of the parenting. I am a slightly less useless lump. The children are, sadly, still sick. He is exhausted. I pray that his immune system is tuff. In a couple of days were are hopefully headed to GA for Christmas. Hopefully.
Anyway, I said all that to say...I Love My Husband!
What a week we are having. On Thursday Lydia comes down with some kind of stomach bug. YUCK! Naturally she passes this to me and Asher. :o( TRIPLE YUCK! This is the worst kind of sick. It makes me long for the days of early pregnancy when stomach woes could be solved with ginger-ale and crackers. *Nods sympathetically to all the ladies with whom that did not work.* Five days later and Lydia is still sick but thankfully noticeably improved. Two sick babies and a sick Mommy. Let me tell you.....My husband is a ROCK STAR!
Saturday night he is up all night with the kids while I am a useless lump in the bed (or bathroom). Sunday, we all skip church and he is at our every beck and call. Problem. He is the director of the Christmas play and it's the day of the play. He arranges child care for two sick babes so I can continue to rue the day I ever let my children around other children. He makes it to that afternoons rehearsal after driving all over creation to pick up and drop off all the necessary peoples. He finds people to pick up my slack at the play in getting the kids in costume and being an extra 'babysitter' and of course keeping an eye on our own children.
Monday he continues to do the brunt of the parenting. I am a slightly less useless lump. The children are, sadly, still sick. He is exhausted. I pray that his immune system is tuff. In a couple of days were are hopefully headed to GA for Christmas. Hopefully.
Anyway, I said all that to say...I Love My Husband!
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