Thankful...

Posted on 9:06 PM
...for a husband who's willing to peel potatoes, and looks darn sexy doing it (and thanks to the US Navy, he's got mad skillz with a vegetable peeler!)

...for kids who are healthy enough to run in and out, and in and out, and in and out, on this beautiful fall day (but I am over hearing that back door slam!)

...for a loving family, happy memories, and strong roots that run deep and stretch 600 miles

...for friends to gather around our dinner table, and laugh at crazy family stories, look at photo albums, laugh at more crazy family stories; making home feel a little more like "here" and a little less like "there"

...that another week has come and gone, and David still has a job

...that the head knock our kids just took wasn't more serious

...that the alarm clock will go unused for 3 more mornings

...for Philippians 1:6

Life's Not Fair

Posted on 9:40 AM
It's not fair. It's just not fair. Is there any justice in this world? I mean, did it have to happen this time of year? As if the holidays aren't stressful enough. Why me? Why us? Why can't this one thing go my way? What have I done to deserve this? The should haves, the could haves, the what ifs...

Why, why, why?


Why do my kids still wake up at 6:30 a.m. when we have a day off?

I wonder if I smell like an elementary school cafeteria...

I wonder if I smell like an elementary school cafeteria and the scrambled eggs and toast I just cooked David and the kids for dinner...

I wonder if the perfume I put on masks elementary school cafeteria and scrambled eggs and toast...or makes it worse...

I wonder if the fresh coat of powder and mascara hide the fact that my makeup was first applied 13 hours earlier through half awake eyes...

I wonder if swapping out the loafers for the high-heeled boots made this outfit look less substitute teacher-ish and more dinner-meeting-ish...

I wonder if it's obvious that I'm putting more weight on my right foot than left foot because the heel of my left boot is broken...

I wonder if the food will be so delicious that I stop wishing I was at home on this cold, rainy night, curled up on the sofa eating scrambled eggs...

I wonder if the discussion will be engaging enough to drown out the "to do before Thanksgiving" list that keeps rolling through my brain...

I wonder if it's obvious on the outside that my daily "hat" changes are not seamless transitions on the inside...

I wonder if anyone else wonders the same...

Char-colate Chip Cookies

Posted on 8:30 PM
I baked a couple dozen chocolate chip cookies this afternoon...some to share, some not to share (yum, yum). The first pan turned out nicely, those went on the "share" plate. The second pan ended in disaster, leaving a pretty slim "not share" plate. As I pulled the second batch from the oven, the pan slipped, and half the cookies slid into the bottom of the oven. The other half, still hot and gooey, smushed together.
I intended to clean the cookies out of the oven as soon as it cooled down. But I forgot. Fast-forward a few hours to dinner time, I turned the oven to 425° to brown some rolls. FYI...a 425° heating element is hot enough to catch a cookie on fire. David was the first to notice the smoke billowing out the back burner, and when I opened the oven, I was shocked to see the flames. I gasped and said the "F" word that no child should hear...fire! David and I then heard Luke scream, "Let's get out of here!" as he scrambled for the back door. Between putting out the fire and frantically fanning the smoke in hopes to prevent the smoke detector from going off, we got a good laugh at Luke's "I'm getting the heck out of here" attitude.



After things settled down, Luke casually strolled back in the house and said, "Guess that cookie's done."

Parenting 101

Posted on 2:12 PM
I employ a "fly by the seat of my pants" methodology when it comes to disciplining my children. And David is as lost as I am in this regard. We often confer right in front of our misbehaving children, what do you think we should do?...I dunno, what do you think? Sounds effective, huh? I'm not advocating this style, nor am I saying I'm at all convinced it's working for me...I'm just callin' a spade a spade, I stink at the discipline stuff. I don't like to come up with appropriate punishments for the various crimes of childhood, and I don't like to follow through. I just don't like it. But who does, right?

I'll even be honest enough to admit that often the consequence of a misdeed, the punishment for the crime, is relative to my state of mind. Sad, I know. Not the model of consistency I'd planned on. Well-rested Mommy may meet an offense with loving but firm guidance and correction. Wits-end Mommy, (for instance, on evening 4 of Daddy being out of town), may meet the ungrateful attitude of a 6 year old with a DVD about the persecution of Christians and genocide in the Sudan.

I know, I know...I should probably write a how-to book. How To Guarantee Your Child Will Need Therapy


Ob-scini

Posted on 7:41 AM
The Walmart toy catalog made it's way into our home yesterday via US mail. Yours, too?

Both kids flipped through the pages excitedly working on their Christmas lists, anxious to pass their wish lists onto the grandparents. Who needs Santa anyway?

Here's something that will not be on our list this year, but it made page 32 of the Walmart holiday toy book, which is probably an indicator that it's expected to be a hit this year.

Tini Puppini...the fashion pups. The self-proclaimed "diva" of stuffed dogs, with long brushable hair and stylish outfits to change. Kinda silly, but harmless, right? Until you hear the commercial...and I have. And so has Lily, and that's what has me fired up over this stupid toy. Makes my hair bristle, makes the Mama Bear in me want to fight.

In the commercial, one of the dogs says (and btw, the toys don't really make any noise, the commercial just has voice over)...anyway, one of the dogs says, I love my tail in these jeans!

Seriously? Did a child's toy just admire the way it's butt looks in a pair of jeans? A toy aimed at little girls? I don't know the exact demographic this toy is targeting, but a toy puppy with hair to brush and clothes to change certainly appeals to my 6 year old daughter. A 6 year old who has never considered how her bottom looks in a pair of pants. Nor should she. But thanks for planting that seed, Tini Puppini. You won't be getting my $24.97 this year.

When Good Mornings Go Bad...

Posted on 8:58 AM
Today has been one of those days. And it's not even 9 a.m. I didn't sleep well last night and when I opened my eyes for the 108th time and realized it was 4:45...5:26...5:48...I decided to just call it a "night" and get out of bed. But I managed to look on the bright side, at least we'd be on time. I even made silver dollar pancakes for the kids, their favorite, and a rarity on a week day morning.

But Luke was mess from the moment he opened his eyes. Even his hair stuck up more than usual. When I called him down to breakfast, he couldn't walk, his legs were just too tired. So he collapsed into a big pile of fuss until I carried him downstairs myself. He found his plate of warm, fresh pancakes waiting in his usual breakfast spot, but without mention of the yummy breakfast, he just whiiiiiinnned at me because he didn't have a drink. So of course, I made him a drink. Laid out clothes, packed lunches, checked book bags...still managing to keep a smile. But then there was a shoe issue. Then a who will take to school issue. Then a booster seat issue. And somewhere between silver dollar pancakes and we're-going-to-be-late-if-you-don't-get-your-butt-in-that-seat, I realized my morning had unraveled.

I am a big proponent of choosing ones battles wisely when it comes to parenting. I should not have even engaged in several of this mornings battles. But it should all boil down to one thing: I.Am.The.Mommy. I won't go into all the details of the wimpy parenting that allowed my morning to be hijacked by a grumpy 5 year old, but I will say if I could start the morning over, I would handle everything differently. And a 5 year old would be sitting in his classroom with blue shoes and a sore fanny.

Snaggle Tooth!

Posted on 9:42 PM


On a lighter note...

Posted on 9:06 AM

When I asked Lily about her school's mock election, her reply was:

I voted for The-rock Bahamas.


Luke: Who are you voting for, Mommy?

Me: John McCain, and Sarah Palin is his running mate, that means she'd be Vice President.

Luke: What's a vice president?

Me: Kind of like an assistant to the President.

Luke: So, she'd take out his trash and stuff?

Me: No, more like, she'd help make important decisions.

Luke: So, if he wanted to go bowling and go swimming and couldn't decide which one to do, she would help him make that decision?

Me: Exactly.


Poli-tic'd Off

Posted on 7:48 AM
The slogans, the nicknames, the bad jokes, the TV ads, blah...blah...blah. Tom Cruise may have made "Maverick" cool in the late 80s but John McCain has played that sucker out. And who'd have thought a word as common as "Change" or a slogan as simple as "Yes we can!" would begin to grate on my nerves like a "Head On, Apply Directly to the Forehead" commercial. I.am.over.it.

But you know what else? I've heard the term "afraid" more in this election than ever before. People speaking out for their candidate, remarking on "fear" if the other is elected. I am not afraid of either man. I don't believe either has the amount of power our country is currently trying to impose upon him.

He changes times and seasons, he sets up kings and deposes them...Daniel 2:21

He is still God, He is still sovereign. When the votes are counted and one man is declared the victor, God will not be on His throne saying, Oh, I didn't see that coming! There is a Kingdom calendar, and this next president fits into it one way or another, positive or negative. Our free will, our poor decisions, and the poor decisions of our leaders, can indeed take us unwanted places, but no man has the power to do or undo the plans of God. And I'm afraid in this election, our nation is trying to give a man that kind of power. The nation is looking for a hero, dare I say, a savior. That's what's scary, to see so many people looking to a man, one man, flawed no matter which side you lean toward, to "fix" our country. With that expectation, neither can be successful because neither has that kind of power.

The Lord foils the plans of the nations, He thwarts the purposes of the peoples. But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of His heart through all generations. Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people He chose for his inheritance. Psalm 33:10-12

I don't know about you, but I want our nation to receive the Lord's blessing, I want that for my children's sake. That is why I do feel passionate about voting, and passionate about how I determined who to vote for. I once heard a Christian man I know say something to the effect of you can't select a president based on moral issues alone. Hmmm. Really? Because that's exactly where I draw my line in the sand. Should I base my decision on taxes? Or health care? Or where we can find oil? Really? I know those things are very important, trust me, I'm feeling the pinch of our economic troubles. I don't want to lose my health insurance or have more money taken out of my paycheck or pay anymore for gas than I already am, but in the end, it's money, and maybe comfort, but what about life? Start there. We need officials who value what God values. So I start with life. When presented with two candidates with equal value of life, unborn life, then I would move on to taxes, health care, etc. If not, I stop. I'm done. Because how one values the life of the innocent tells me what I need to know most, it tells me how they value the power of God. And that's how I'll vote. To many people, even Christians, abortion is a secondary issue. Like icing. If all else is agreeable, and a leader is Pro-Life, oh, that's just icing on the cake. Not so for me. Pro-Life first. I could argue this point all day, but here's what I believe it all comes down to:

For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. Psalm 139:13

Life begins at conception. And I don't mean a biological division of cells, but the masterful creation of life by God. He is intimately involved in what goes unseen to human eyes. When we as a country decide it is okay to devalue this process and interrupt the masterpiece of God, we will not find His favor. End of story. Abortion is not only ending an innocent life, it is an act of disregard to the power, purpose and plans of God. That is dangerous. That is why I will vote McCain/Palin. Do I think they can really fix what ails America? Nope. But life-valuing leadership is a place to start.

The Trouble with Time Change

Posted on 7:00 AM
6:18 a.m. feels a lot like 7:18 a.m. if you're 5 years old and don't pay attention to what a silly ol' clock says anyway...and apparently 7:18 a.m. is prime time for jumping on mommy's bed with a flashlight in hand, singing "I like to move it, move it..."

I don't know about you, but if the red, glowing numbers on my alarm clock say 6:18 a.m., it is indeed 6:18 a.m., no matter what time this time was yesterday. And there are only 2 days a week that 6:18 a.m. is sleep-able, today, Sunday, being one of them. So I'm feeling a little robbed.

Thanks for nothing, "fall-back."