Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
I'm so not technically saavy, that I've -wait for it- NEVER BURNED A C.D. EVER BEFORE. My Dad just taught me how. My Dad just taught me how to back up my files to a flash drive. My Dad just taught me how to buy songs off of iTunes. My Dad is pretty much rocking my world right now.
Okay. I gotta go learn more stuff from my Dad while he's in town. Enjoy the new pictures!!!
*By the way, my Dad goes by Pop Pop with the grandkids. Is it a coincidence that the grandfather on Arrested Development goes by "Pop Pop" or is this divine providence?
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Are your kids acting out? Are they bored? Do they complain??? Then, GIVE them something to complain about: CHORES! Putting kids to work is one of the most effective ways to get them off my back! And, actually, after they've completed 50% of the work, they usually let a "This is FUN!" slip out!
Aves and Mi washed a TON
of dishes after our dishwasher
broke! Now we don't need to replace it!!!
And look at Miles scrub those windows!!
You've heard me mention the BEST t.v. series that ever existed. No. Not Lawrence Welk. I'm talking again about the beloved Arrested Development. When I saw Miles like this:
We are the Mayosaurus Family
I found this to be shocking. Pictured below is a GIANT jar of Mayo. When I bought it at Sam's, I wondered if it would expire before we'd have time to consume it. But--hoping it was actually a good deal--I went for it and bought gi-normo-mayo jar. And guess what? Apparently, we've consumed enough spinach dip, artichoke dip, ham and cheese sandwiches and chicken salad to deplete the monstro jar of Mayo. gross. I think we went through this thing in like a month and a half. Maybe not. But, it's time to get another. And next time, I'm putting the date we opened it on the container...just to see if our diet is truly that gross.
The Comic Gene
Last night, the first grade classes hosted a Parent Night at school. The kids performed puppet shows. I was told by a few parents that Avery is the "funniest kid in the class". I am shocked! I'm curious. I'm bragging!!! Seriously. The "funniest" kid? Not, the most serious? Not the most antagonistic? Okay. Your kid can be the most talented. Your kid can be the smartest. But, I'll take my kid with quick wit and good comic timing!!!
And this really makes me wonder. If Avery's comical side came out at school, what will Miles unveil? I mean, I think I know this guy pretty well. And, I thought HE was the joker?!!
Here are my deliciously delightful sons on the front steps of their Aunt Nee Nee and Uncle Steve's house. They live five doors down from the boys' school. Blessed. We are blessed!
I think I'm out of words for now. Actually, I'm not...I've typed, backspaced and retyped like five times...but, I'll just try to self-regulate and stop here.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I am not trying to rip into such characters. I am a people watcher. And I just couldn't help but notice...and wonder, "Is this the look you were really going for?"
So, a few years back, we were running errands on this super sticky hot summer day in St. Louis. As we were getting out of our minivan, Avery (4), Miles (2) and I (still in my 20s!!) were all in the wrong. It went something like this: Avery frustrated Miles, Miles hauled off on Avery, and I yelled at them both.
And then Avery said, "Miles is going to hell...well, I'm going to hell," and then he continued as he realized our plight, "We're all goin' to hell."
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Bye-bye comfort zone. Oh, and by the way, the conversation was so confusing that somehow it was discussed that we would pick him up for church.
So, I packed up three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches along with some other food and we all boarded our minivan and chugged ahead the meeting place my sister thought he was describing. She was probably right...I really couldn't figure out where he was saying the pick-up location would be. We arrived, but couldn't see him anywhere. Okay. That was what I was secretly hoping for...kind of. I mean, of course I wanted him to come to hear the music and be blessed by the community and hear the powerful Word of God preached, but, it was kind of...well, scary.
So, we headed to church, worshipped and...
Using the church's phone, I called to confirm a last minute babysitter. I hung up, turned around and there was one of our good friends! "Hey, Josh, what are you and Sara up to tonight? I just got a babysitter and we have no plans." Well, they were also footloose and fancy-free and up for an adventure. We got our babysitter settled and all hopped in the car. We decided that since we were going downtown, we'd bring the bag of food originally intended for Jose. But, when we got there, I changed my mind, "I don't want to carry this around?!!" Sara looked at me, eyes wide, purse open and said, "I have room in here! Let's bring some!" So, we put in the three p.b. & j sandwiches, a can of peaches and a bag of chex mix.
Do you know we saw a total of THREE people who asked, "Can you help me out?" That's exactly how many sandwiches we had. Do you know how glad we felt to offer some food. And they were so sweet and grateful. I thought, Do I ever want to go downtown without a peanut butter and jelly ever again in my life??? No way!.
So, if you and your honey are heading out for a night on the town...particularly a town that is host to many homeless, pack a few sandwiches to hand out. You'll be blessed just by blessing others.
But, here's the back story. Here's the part that I was ignoring: the part about the financial package. Remember how I said that I was "waiting for God's answer in the form of a financial package"?? Remember how I said, "we received a really good financial package"??
There's even more. About a month ago or more, I started praying that God would show us His will for us in regards to education through the financial situation. Finances would come through three ways: us, family and financial aid (all God, by the way). We determined the maximum amount we felt comfortable with family covering (which was a lot!), we determined the amount we were able to cover (not so much moolah), and then prayed that, if it was God's will, that the remainder would be provided for through financial aid (which was a monstro chunk). No one, but us knew the figures we came up with. Within a few weeks, I received word from my family that they were "set to pay"...THE EXACT AMOUNT we were thinking we would need from family. That was astounding to me.
But, as we got closer to the date, I was getting antsy. I had received an email from a homeschool curricula publisher that they were going to host an all-day seminar (last Wednesay). I'd heard the speaker before and thought, "Okay, if I'm going to be home schooling, then I want to go hear this guy speak so that I can get pumped up and energized to do this." But, on the other hand, I don't want to go hear him, convince myself to home school and then find out that all the money has been provided for the wonderful private school that's three minutes away from my house!?! My amazing husband suggested that I go with the idea that it will all be helpful information for the summer. Great idea! Oh, and he was willing to take the day off work and stay with Miles and Jillian. He's super wonderful.
So, I went. I got pumped up. Then I got tired of being at the conference. Then I came home and opened a fat packet from the school which confirmed that they gave even MORE than we hoped for.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Okay. I am maybe the most indecisive person I know. I like to keep all options open for as long as possible. We just received a really good financial package from the school. Problem? I really think sending my boys to school next year is possibly the most sad, and most wonderful thing all at the same time.
I just can't decide what we should do next year.
I don't want to commit for next year...I mean...how will it feel then? I can't believe I'm admitting that I want my FEELINGS to inform my decision. And here's something I've noticed. For the last three days, I wake up thinking, "I could home school the kids." And then, as the day progresses, I have this really trapped feeling and think, "No. I can't. I need to send them to school.."
My home schooling friends encourage me to follow my heart and home school. And, of course, the converse is true. There are a few exceptions
My feelings. My convictions. There's a battle going on in my heart. I feel like reading this, it's so obvious, right? Convictions seems like the right answer. Am I just not trusting that the Lord will supply my every need? Or has he through scholarship? And is it really a CONVICTION? Or is the "conviction" just a romanticized fantasy of raising up children who are brilliant and selfless...because I taught them? Is it pride? Do I feel like I have the power to determine their outcome ultimately?
There are more details, but I'm exhausted thinking about it. And I've got a Monday deadline.
Oh, friends, I'm in a tizzy...does anyone else know this feeling?
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
but, then, i'm not a serious blogger. who do i think i am making all the grandparents adjust to yet ANOTHER site to get their fix to see new pics of the grandkids???
are there any opinions out there?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
You've been there. Closer. Standing by your suffering friend. All words that come to mind seem so incredibly trite and useless. All the actions you come up with don't bring that suffering to an end. In your heart, you join in the grief and pain, but feel like it's a sacred thing you're supposed to keep a distance from, perhaps. You want to bring comfort, and yet, allow for open grieving at the same time. You fear that by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, you could actually grieve your friend even more.
A few weeks ago, Molly started writing a series called, "How to Help Your Grieving Friend". It's touched the lives of so many grieving women. It's incredibly insightful and helpful to those who are suffering alongside. This series is a window to what is likely going on in the mind of your grieving friend. I encourage you to read along and be blessed by this series.
Also, somewhat unrelated, here is one of my favorite posts ever. It's also by Molly. If I could have, I would have written it myself. But, alas, just know that I agree. I want you to feel welcome here.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
So, here's my random thoughts. Oh...and a disclaimer: Blogger is not letting me format this the way I want to! It keeps messing with my spacing. dang it.
One brain sucker is that I'm waiting. For what? For God's answer...in the form of a financial package from the school that the boys might go to next year. The two options for next school year are so extremely different. Either they go to a very good Christian prep school, or they will stay home and be educated by...
In the meantime, I've been trying to declutter. When we moved to Minneapolis, we left our home half packed up, not really knowing how or when we were going to pack it up and get our stuff here. Well, my parents and the family (who bought our home and who are friends) graciously packed up my house. They packed everything. In other words, (no offense Mommala and Pops), they packed stuff that I'd have thrown away. For instance, they packed stuff that was set aside for a garage sale. Anyway, we moved our clutter from St. Louis 600 miles to Minneapolis. nice. The idea that I might have to home school next year contributes to my compulsion to purge my environment of unused, broken, never-was-my-style, ex-garage sale junk. But, of course, as you declutter, you have to deal with sweet little memories like snowflakes that are inspired by the first letter of your children's names:
Yeah. At the time, it felt like we could get so much done and get so much behind us. But here we are, 2 1/2 years later, barely truckin' along. Here's the bathroom we thought we'd get done right away.
Oh. And what have we here? Ah yes, we've been trying to turn this space:
Into our SECOND (that's right, friends...we have only ONE) bathroom. It's taken almost a year to get it to look like this:
Another thing. Commitments. I'll admit, I don't like to commit. Seriously. But, somehow I managed to be in three studies that require workbooks. These have a lot of fill in the blank questions...most of them are still blank...and they will most likely stay blank. Oh and speaking of books...here's my nightstand:
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Avery's always making sure she's supported!
Looks like I'm on an invisible horse. Giddy up!