Yes, and So Is My Heart

Sometimes We Need Them More

2012-01-18T20:54:00.005-06:00

At the prompting of a dear friend, I'm going to write about a lesson I've recently learned. It seems I've had my thinking a bit backwards...

You see, I have a child who has rocked my world. Unlike some children with different needs, you might not know at first glance which kiddo has rocked my world. In fact, unlike many more children, depending on the day, you might not even know which child after spending an afternoon with us. But believe me, I know.

I know because I often plan my life around this child. Of course, if you've never had such a child, that will sound crazy to you. If you have been blessed with such a child, you know exactly what I mean. From canceling plans at the last minute to letting go of a job, I've done a lot to ensure that I can give me children what they need.

Not long ago, a friend sent me an email that I'll never forget. In it, she reminded me that I'm exactly the mama God had in mind for my three children. As I read her words, I was humbled. She challenged me to view as an honor what I'd once seen as a burden. That was the first shift in my attitude change.

The second change has come over the recent months. If I'm honest, I could tell you that if my difficult child had a different personality, this parenting thing would almost be a breeze. Though I've truly never wished for life without this child, I have often desired that my child had a more flexible and easygoing personality. That dream is typically followed with thinking of all I could do if that child was just, well...easier. Life would likely be simpler and dare I say more enjoyable. And yet, I've come to realize that my life wouldn't be better. In fact, it would be worse. This child has made me who I am. This child has made me more fully understand grace. This child has made me know what it's like to empty myself until I feel there is nothing more to give. This child has made me realize that there is always something more to give. There's always something more to give because of grace.

If it weren't for grace, I don't think most of us would still be taking care of our children. Surely a parent's love is a decent example of grace. These children come to us unable to do anything for us. If anything, they do nothing but disrupt our lives and ignore our needs and yet we love them. We love them so deeply that we would die for them without a second thought. Remind you of anything?

I believe parenting in general teaches us much of God's love. Parenting my challenging child has taught me even more. It didn't take much to help me to understand that my child needs me. Of course a child needs someone who won't give up on him or her. It blessed me tremendously to think of the fact that maybe God had looked around and decided that I could do it. I could parent the kiddo that many others might give up on. Yes, that was humbling.

Yet, even more humbling than being chosen to parent a challenging kiddo (and really, aren't they all somewhat challenging?) was the realization that as much as this child needs me, I need this child. I shudder to think of the person I might be if I hadn't had this child. I'd be full of pride, not grace. Grace is so much better.

One of the most important lessons I've learned in my life is that the right thing is hardly ever the easy thing. Being the mama to a challenging child is never the easy thing, yet I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's the right thing. I know I'm better for it and it's my prayer that my child is as well.

Cute Bed Head

2012-01-17T18:18:00.004-06:00

Actually, the pictures don't do this mane justice. Her bed head was impressive. I wish I looked so stinking cute when my hair is a mess. Love, love, love this girl. I plan on soaking up every bit of the next year and a half until she goes to kindergarten!

The Beast

2012-01-12T20:42:00.003-06:00

Last year we said goodbye to our dog. Buck was the sweetest dog. In fact, he even managed to win over a few self-proclaimed dog haters. Well, maybe "win them over" is a stretch, but they did both tolerate and trust him.

Saying goodbye to him was hard. I mean hard. As much as I missed him, my husband and oldest daughter missed him more. Eventually, we stopped expecting to see him when we looked at his favorite spots on the floor, and I grew used to actually having to use a broom under the table.

Yet, even though we missed our dog, we remained firm about not getting a new dog for at least two years. We didn't even last a year.

One day my husband sent me an email about two Boxer-mix dogs who needed a home. The pics were cute, but no way were we getting two dogs!

A couple of weeks later, he sent the email again. The dogs still needed a home. My attitude had changed. I said I thought maybe we were supposed to take them. He said he didn't want two dogs.

While we were visiting my mom in Colorado, Tony got a call from the dogs' owners saying they were willing to split the two dogs up to different homes. That's when Tony got serious about considering a dog.

A few days later he went to "meet" Bear. I think we both knew that by "meet" he meant "go take one look and declare him mine." And that's what happened.

After the kids were in bed, he brought Bear home for me to meet. Despite the fact that he peed on me, I agreed to make him ours. We made arrangements for him to stay with Tony's friend who took the other dog. Tony would pick Bear up on Christmas Eve after the kids were in bed.

We planned for the kids to meet him Christmas morning. Of course, we expected the sun to be up. The sun is definitely not up at 2:30 in the morning, but that's when the girls met their new dog. Ann, 7, sat up with a goofy grin on her face. I wish I had a picture, but who thinks to grab a camera after being awoken at 2:30 a.m? Not me. Chris had the decency to wait until 5:30 Christmas morning to be coherent enough to realize there was a dog in the house. That's when I finally got video of the kids and their new dog!

Bear has adjusted quite well. He continues to prove my theory that our house is just happier with a dog in it. Dirtier, but much happier. I'd say the dirt and the dog hair is a small price to pay for the memories. (Well, most days anyways.)

So, I guess 2011 was the year of the dog for us. A sweet, sad and surprising year of dogs.

If my daughter had her way, 2012 would be the year of another dog or cat. Just today she told me to put a small live dog on the shopping list. I looked at her and told her that children who own both a dog and a cat do NOT get to request more pets. I don't yet know what 2012 will bring, but I'm certain it will not be our year of the dog, cat, hamster, guinea pig or anything other living thing!

If They Twist my Arm, I'll Post a Picture

2012-01-08T07:21:00.004-06:00

Alright, alright. I'll do it!

They've hinted and hinted some more. They've called, emailed and sent me texts. So, to my two biggest blog readers, this is for you!

I took this Christmas morning. It wasn't the first time the children had been downstairs. Oh no, they had first ventured down for a peak at 2 a.m. We didn't cave until 5:30 when we finally decided we might as well join them (and brew a big pot of coffee)!

Of course, you probably notice something new in that picture. Bear (formerly known as Bull) was our big Christmas surprise for the kids. Sure, we said we wouldn't get a dog for a couple more years, but it's been nine months since we had to put Buck down and we were ready for the fun a dog brings to a house. And let's face it, there's never a good time for the messes, shedding and smell that a dog brings. If I was going to wait until I was ready for that, well we'd never have a dog!

Mom and Little Brother, you're welcome. Wait, this wasn't enough? Well, I suppose it was just a bit of a tease. I'll post more soon.

Happy New Year!

If You Plan to Post More and Then Go on Vacation...

2011-11-15T20:29:00.003-06:00

You Plan to Fail!

At least, I failed when it came to getting back to regularly posting! However, I did not fail at vacation! It was amazing.

Late this past summer, Tony and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary. Ten years! For a long time, we said we'd do something big to celebrate and we did! Thanks to Tony's mom coming to stay with the kids, we spent five glorious nights in Mexico. We were actually away for six nights, but I don't count the hotel by the airport before we caught our early morning flight. Something about the fire alarm going off when we pulled in that kinda made it seem very not glorious.

Ten years ago, the closest we came to a honeymoon was a trip out east to sail with my uncle and spend a day in NYC. In fact,we were on a plane almost a week to the minute before 9/11 happened. I still remember looking at the old New York skyline as our plane headed back to Kansas. (And now I'm not really sure how to transition to the rest of my story without seeming as though I brush on past such a tragedy...)

Though our time New York was wonderful, we'd always kind of regretted that we hadn't taken a fancier trip. Well, we no longer regret that. In fact, we think that taking the trip now made us appreciate it all the more. As newlyweds, our only responsibilities were each other, our jobs, and our dog. We appreciated the vacation so much more now that we've added three kids to the mix.

Before we left, I worried that I would never truly be able to relax because I'd be worried about the kids. That wasn't a problem. In fact, at one point I asked Tony, "Am I a bad mom if I don't miss them a lot?" His response was a laugh and a quick, "No." I'm guessing he felt the same way.

Now, before anyone reading this thinks I'm a heartless mother, let me reassure you that I did catch myself frequently saying things like, "Oh, Ann would love this!" Or, "We've got to get a picture of this for Chris!" And, "Can't you see Jane doing that?" So really, they were never far from our thoughts, but we were far from homesick!

As our trip wrapped up and Tony asked me what my favorite part was, I had to think. After all, I liked everything. Truly, everything. Well, the white wine was awful, but other than that, everything was great! Yet, my favorite part was not planning anything. Our biggest decision was whether to hit the pool or the beach first. There was no stressful part of the day trying to get everyone out of the door or plan to get dinner on the table. I loved the break from that!

I also loved that I was able to take off my mom hat for a bit. There is nowhere I'd rather be in life right now than home with my husband and kids, yet it was so good to just be me for a while. It was just as good being just "us" for a few days. I never fully appreciated our three years of marriage before we had kids. It's just impossible to understand how things change once you add to your family. But I most certainly appreciated my five days with my husband! Getting to spend so much uninterrupted time together was such a gift!

And yet, like it so often is, coming home was still one of the best parts. It didn't hurt that the kids were literally jumping up and down because they were so excited to see us. In fact, they were so excited that they didn't even get teary-eyed when grandma left. That never happens!

Yet, I can't help but wonder if coming home would have been sweeter if we'd stayed seven nights instead of just five. Do you think we need to wait until our 15th anniversary to find out? I've always thought 11 a fine number! Oh, I'm kidding, unless of course one of the grandparents is reading this and wants to volunteer to watch the kids for a week next fall. In that case, I'm totally serious!

I hope you've had a vacation either recently or one you're looking forward to that's happening soon!

The Day After Halloween

2011-11-02T07:00:00.000-05:00

Leave it to my little man to re-purpose the Halloween buckets.

He told me he was ice skating.

There's Isn't Much Better...

2011-11-01T21:05:00.006-05:00

than seeing your children become friends!

I'm not sure when it started, but at some point Jane and Chris started becoming good buddies. I just love seeing the relationships develop between my kids. I pray that they'll be both family and friends!

This just makes me smile. I took it when we stopped at a park on the way to pick up my mom from the airport. It was one of those times that my kids played so well together and I was able to truly soak it all up. Moments like that are so precious!

Not Too Little

2011-11-01T14:55:00.003-05:00

It was a typical morning at our house. One of the children was asking me where something was that had been misplaced. If you're a mom, you're probably also the go-to person when someone has lost something. Most of the time, I know where the item is. In fact, it's rather amazing to me that I can know where tiny toys are at any given moment. It must be an acquired skill with the birth of your first child, but I digress.

Unlike usual, I couldn't find the lost toy. My son was looking for his favorite stuffed bear. It used to be my husband's. He calls it Cubby because it's a red and blue Chicago Cubs bear. My son loves Cubby. Despite it being a rushed morning, I had a soft spot for him looking for his favorite toy. I could tell he was trying not to get upset, so I joined the search party.

He went to his room to look once more and I went to mine suspecting it might have fallen off of my bed. I remembered he'd climbed into my bed the night before and might have brought his stuffed friend with him. Sure enough, there was the beloved bear tucked in between the wall and my bed. I scooped him up and headed to my son's room.

As I entered his room and announced that I'd found the bear, I noticed that he was sitting on the floor with his head bowed. I asked him if he was okay.

"I was just praying," he said. "I was asking God to help me find Cubby," he further explained.

I almost cried. Such sweetness.

Right there I was reminded that nothing is too little to bring before God. I recalled something I'd read in a recent Bible study about if something is important to us, then it's also important to God. Yes, even if it's "just" a teddy bear.

I was also reminded that those who seem too little can have some awfully big faith!

Out of Practice and Happy About It

2011-10-29T07:00:00.000-05:00

This past week I had a moment that took me back the good old days. By the good old days, I mean when I first started this blog.

At that point, I couldn't go anywhere without someone telling me, "Wow, you're hands are full!" I had two small children and one on the way. Yes, my hands were full both figuratively and literally.

Of course, being at that stage in motherhood gave me plenty of blog fodder. Tons of it really. And yes, most it seemed to involve messes. I thought I was pretty much past those days. Enter Wednesday night.

We were leaving church and one of my kiddos had to use the bathroom. Of course, this child didn't realize this need until we were in the van. Normally I'd tell my kids they'd have to wait, but this time my kiddo had that certain look. I knew that if I forced my child to wait until after our 20 minute drive home, it would not end well.

Fortunately, Tony was with me so he stayed with the two children while I took the one inside to use the bathroom. I thought we'd be in and out. Instead, it was nearly 30 minutes before we came back to the car.

In the meantime, I had a child who went into the stall and couldn't get the toilet paper roll to work and then couldn't unlock the door. I had to make the child crawl back in the stall and figure out how to unlock it. In the process, the child who couldn't get the toilet paper to work had to do without toilet paper.

Going without toilet paper made a mess. This meant that I walked out with underw*ar in my hand and I had to reassure my kiddo it was okay to do without and just toss on pants until we got home. (I know. Aren't you so glad I'm sharing this?) Of course, the child again got locked in the stall and I finally realized it wasn't because my child didn't know how to operate the lock. Rather, my kiddo didn't know to pull on the door instead of push. I just stood there dumbfounded at how complicated a quick trip to the bathroom had become.

Once we were finally on our way home again, I couldn't help but laugh. That kind of event used to be our experience nearly every time my children had to use a public bathroom. In fact, that was probably mild compared to other outings we've had. I probably wouldn't have even found that blog worthy two years ago. Clearly, I'm out of practice. And in this case, I don't care if practice makes perfect, I'm content being out of practice with these types of incidents!

Hopefully it will be quite some time before I have another bathroom mishap to tell, but just to be safe, I'm going to sweetly ask my husband to take the kids to the bathroom the next time we're out in public!

Two Months Later...

2011-10-28T07:00:00.001-05:00

I wonder how many post titles will have "Two Months" in the title? Anyways...

I wanted to share my favorite back to school picture of the year. Well yes, that is what I wanted to do. Blogger had other ideas. Sigh.

I'll have to describe it...

My little man got to school on his first day of kindergarten. He got his things put away in his locker and found his seat. He excitedly sat down only to find his teacher had put pink Play-doh at his seat. What? The insult. I couldn't help myself. I snapped a picture of him glaring at the offensive stuff. Right after that I swapped his for blue. I'm sure the girl who came to sit by him didn't mind!

Fortunately, school has only gotten better for him from that point. He's one of the younger ones in his class and he's doing just great. To say we're proud of him would be an understatement. We sent our oldest child to kindergarten last year and it's just as much fun to watch our second born experience his first year at school.

Way to go Chris! We're so proud of you!

Two Months! That Long? Really?

2011-10-27T20:33:00.003-05:00

Wow, I don't think I've ever let two months go by without blogging. I'll be my mom doesn't even check this anymore. I do need to give a shout out to my little bro though, because I'll bet he still checks it regularly.

I started this blog four years ago when I was expecting our third child. She's now three months away from being four years old. My how time flies! It's funny because I started this blog to simply record our lives, but after having three children in just over as many years, it sort of took on a theme. It was the place I recorded the craziness of keeping up with three young children. Well, those three children are still young, but 6, 5, and 3, things certainly aren't what they used to be. I don't even buy diapers or pull-ups anymore! (Yes, it's awesome!)

My blogging has slowed for a couple of reasons. Mainly, it's slowed because though life has gotten easier as my children have gotten bigger, it's also gotten busier. Since two of my children go to school all day, I feel like I should do my best to get things done while they're gone so I can give them my full attention in the evening. That means I'm running errands and doing chores during the day and spending time with them in the late afternoons and evenings. Of course, my three year old is still with me most of the time and I love that!

The other reason my blog has slowed is because we've had a tough couple of years with one of our kiddo's behavior. I didn't want to record a bunch of negative memories. Quite honestly, at the end of many days I had to follow the motto of, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!" Sure, there were plenty of good things mixed in during those times and I do wish I'd recorded more of them. Who knows, maybe one day I will.

A high school friend recently started up a blog. I love reading it! It made me remember that I had way more than two reasons that I loved blogging. So, I started typing this post. I don't know that I'll ever be back to the frequency I blogged a couple of years ago, but I'm going to try. I miss it. I love looking back and remembering what my days used to be like. I like laughing at the silly things I posted when I first started my blog.

Now that I have two school-age children, I'm truly realizing how fast the time goes. I want to remember this time. I want to savor it. I've found blogging is a way to do that. Here goes...

Waving the White Paint Chip

2011-08-29T16:03:00.004-05:00

Alright, I give in...I chose the wrong color white. As in, I'm not seeing much difference between Polar Bear from Behr and good old Kilz. Bummer. At least I haven't put the shelves back up, right?

On the bright side, I did find a color for the walls. After Tony saw the various shades of green on the wall, his comment was, "Do you like that?" Smart man isn't he!

As soon as I said, "No, not really." He added that he wasn't fond of it either. As if I couldn't tell that from the way he posed the question!

So, after failing at choosing a white paint color, I decided to head to Sherwin Williams for a little advice. It's amazing the difference a professional can make. All I did was explain my white fireplace and golden oak trim. An employee pointed me right to a few colors. What do you know? I brought them home and like them all!

I'm basically going to paint the walls the same color but with a green/gray undertone rather than a golden/brown undertone. (If you know more about color than me, which is very likely, you may think I said that all wrong, but it does make sense to me!) Basically, it makes me happy.

It's not the only thing making me happy right now...

Check out this fabric my friend found for me. She's going to make me some pillows for my updated family room. Love! (Now, I just have to come up with a way I can do something for her. She not only sews, but she also gives awesome hair cuts. Compared to that, I've got no skills!)

But I do have new fabric and I can't wait to see it turned into pillows!

I Painted The Fireplace White (Or, My Husband Is Really Patient!)

2011-08-28T21:08:00.006-05:00

Well, hello old blog of mine! Tonight you're just going to have to be that old long lost friend that I turn to when I need advice. Well, at least the advice of your readers. Is anyone still out there? (Little Brother, I'm talking to you!)

A couple of weeks ago, my little man started kindergarten. My oldest daughter, Ann, also started first grade. Needless to say, even though I still have my three year old at home, it was rather quiet around here. Perhaps that's why I did what I did.

The thing I did was to venture out to the garage and open our giant bucket of primer. Then, armed with only a foam paint brush and a desire to brighten up my family room, I began priming my red brick fireplace. I didn't wake up with any plan of painting the fireplace, but I did it all the same. I guess it's just how I roll.

Four years after buying the house, the only thing we had changed was the furnishings. Well, we'd also added that cutie in the picture to our family.

By the time I picked my kids up from their first day of school, I had a primed fireplace. All that painting, as well as playing with my three year old, helped to keep my mind off of how fast my kids are growing up.

Well, by the next week, I was painting the shelves surrounding my fireplace as well as the mantle. Much sanding, priming, and painting later and I have a LOT of white in my family room. So, now I've got a white (possibly too much so) fireplace and shelves and I've got no idea what to do with the rest of the room. That isn't exactly true. I'd like to paint the walls green. However, I'm having a hard time coordinating with the couch which I have no desire or means to change. It's green, of course. I guess I kinda have a thing for green. So...

Hello White! I think? I like you.

To make a long and boring process short, I've got a very white fireplace and surrounding shelves combined with walls that are basically tan and all sorts of shades of green that I'm trying out. I suppose I should also mention my rather dated wood trim. After paining all the brick and wood that makes up the fireplace wall, I have NO desire to paint the trim. At least not anytime soon.

I'd probably be more forgiving of the trim if I didn't feel like it limited my color choices so much.

There you have it. (That is if you're still reading!) Now, it's your turn to weigh in with some thoughts. I'd rather go with a more modern look. At least as modern as you can go with an 80s traditional two story house!

Your thoughts?

My Son Amazes Me Sometimes

2011-07-31T21:36:00.004-05:00

During the summer, our church gives the regular children's teachers time off. After nine months with our kiddos, they certainly deserve more than a few Sundays of not teaching! Of course, in order to give them the time off, substitutes are needed. That's how, this summer, I've found myself teaching second and third graders a couple of times a month. Today was one of the days I got to teach.

Our church has been reading through the Bible this year. Therefore, it isn't always the old Sunday School stories that I find myself teaching. In fact, if I hadn't been doing Ownit365, I'm not sure I would have even know what exactly the story was talking about. The lesson was from the Old Testament. More specifically, it was from 2 Chronicles, Chapters 18 and 19. Those chapters contain the story of two kings. One follows God and the other doesn't. They consult 401 prophets, but only 1 is willing to speak the truth. In the end, the evil king loses his life by going into the battle. He was warned he would lose his life in the battle and took measures to keep that from happening. Of course, in the end, God's will prevailed.

The focus of the lesson was to choose your friends wisely. Certainly, it would have been easy to listen to the 400 false prophets rather than the 1 truthful one. Then again, Jehosophat never would have found himself in the predicament if he hadn't been friends with Ahab. I ramble.

One great thing about teaching on Sunday mornings has been that I get to see two of my own children during Kids' Worship. I love seeing them sing for Jesus. I also love knowing exactly what they've learned that morning.

Well today, even though I wasn't his teacher, I had to pull my son onto my lap because he was being so chatty with his two buddies. I didn't hold him for long, so I wasn't sure how much of the message he actually heard. That's why I was a bit surprised when I picked him up at the end of the service.

"Mom," he began with a concerned look on his face, "I don't know if ____ is a good friend."

I didn't even answer him since I was so shocked that he'd retained the message and was even applying it to his own life.

In fact, as I put him to bed later that night, he brought up the question of friends again. I wondered if maybe ____ was just the first friend that came to mind. So, I asked him about his other friends and whether or not they were good friends. He not only told me that they were, he also gave me examples of why they were good friends. He definitely hadn't randomly wondered about _____.

We discussed his friend in question for a few minutes. On his own, he came up with ways to avoid _____'s poor choices becoming his own. I was blown away. He truly got it!

I suppose I should mention that my son is only 5. He'll start Kindergarten this fall. I'm glad that thanks to our church reading the Bible and studying some of the lesser known stories, my son is more ready to begin a new phase of his life where neither I nor his dad can always choose his friends. That makes this mama very, very grateful.

Thanks, God for helping even the little ones understand your big truths.

My Sweet Ann

2011-07-25T21:20:00.004-05:00

Sweet Ann,

This morning, I dropped you off at soccer camp. As you got out of the van, you mentioned that your stomach hurt. I knew you were just nervous and I refused to let you skip out on the first day of soccer camp.

You joined in the crowd without a problem, though you weren't too excited about the heat. I couldn't blame you. It was hot!

After I rejoined your sister and brother in the car, I watched you for a bit. At first you ran and then you started walking. Like I mentioned, it was already hot! Soon, your brother and sister began asking to leave. I obliged and slowly, very slowly, drove away as I watched you getting a sip of water.

Now, I have a confession. Even though Chris and Jane were really ready to leave, I circled the parking lot one more time. I just had to know you were okay! You see, I've never dropped a child off at soccer camp before. So, silly as it may seem, it was kinda tough for this mama to wrap her head around your independence!

As I finally pulled away, I prayed for God's protection over you. Then, I took a deep breath and looked forward to picking you up two hours later.

It was no surprise to find out after those two hours, that you had a great time! You're most looking forward to the end of the week when you get to bring water guns!

Ann, you've been a delight for me this summer. I love that you attempt conversations with me. Just today you were sitting at the table working on a craft and you started asking me questions. I can't remember exactly what the question was, but you wanted to know my favorite of some item. You do this quite often now, mimicking the conversations I've always started with you.

You've also brought to my attention this summer that you crave my undivided attention! As the oldest, I think you get tired of seeing your younger siblings getting praise for things you've done for quite a long time. I try to remind you that we once praised you for the same new achievements. I've also tried to give you extra hugs and kisses this summer and remind you how much I appreciate your helpfulness.

Legos have been your toy of choice this summer. You love your big pink tub of Legos that Uncle G gave you for Christmas. You spend a couple hours most days putting together different houses complete with accessories. I would have never guessed that you would have developed such an interest in Legos. That you have, reminds me to never let my assumptions dictate what you do!

Of course, you don't play Legos when you're at the pool. At the pool, you're a little fish! You've learned to go off the diving board this year as well as how to dive for dive sticks in the over four feet area. You're doing such a great job and you love it! You've run into friends at the pool and that's always fun for you.

Ann, in three more weeks you will start first grade. You're going to have such a wonderful time and I know you'll do great! I also know I'm really going to miss you. You're becoming such a wonderful little girl and I love you to pieces!

God Bless You, Sweet Girl.

Where Does He Get That Sense of Humor?

2011-07-18T13:52:00.004-05:00

Moments ago, I heard something go thud in the laundry room.

I asked my son, "What are you doing?"

He said, "Nothing." I started to panic as I quickly walked to the laundry room.

A response of "nothing" is almost as dangerous as children being quiet.

It turned out he was getting down our hand held vacuum from the upper shelf. He wanted to vacuum the stairs. (He loves to do that and I love that he does it!)

Since the laundry room is also where I keep cleaners, I double checked to make sure he hadn't played with or tasted anything. Everything looked the way I'd left it, but you never know.

He assured me that he hadn't touched the cleaners. Just for good measure, I reminded him that they're poisonous. As soon as I did that, his eyes got big and he leaned over and pretended to spit stuff out of his mouth.

He had me for a moment. Then, I realized he was joking. He smiled at me and told me he knows that stuff isn't food.

I couldn't help but laugh. His timing was good and the way he did it was amazing. His sense of humor is something.

Let's all pray for his kindergarten teacher!

No Seriously, Say NO to Rugs!

2011-07-08T21:27:00.003-05:00

Kids are truly too funny. My son is no exception. Actually, he's probably funnier than most, but that isn't the point.

My son is hands down the biggest trouble maker in our house. I can easily type that knowing he may one day read it, because it's absolutely true! Ironically, he is also the most concerned with rules and laws imposed by other people. (Those enforced by us seem to be mere suggestions to him!) That explains the following glimpses into our lives...

We were riding in our van with Tony's mom. She happened to be sitting in the back with Chris. He noticed that she didn't have her seat belt on and he said, in a very grown up voice, "You have to put your seat belt on or the police man will get you." It was both funny and precious at the same time. His true concern for his grandma was so evident.

On the same trip to visit Tony's mom, we were gathering supplies to head out and watch an airshow. His mom was packing a blanket and a couple of throw rugs for us to sit on in the grass. Chris told her, "No, those rugs are bad. Elvis at our church overdosed on those!" Apparently, it still hadn't quite sunk in that there are are rugs and then there are drugs. He also doesn't seem to understand that Elvis never went to our church.

Oh, the laughs those little ones provide!

Say No to Rugs!

2011-06-26T22:10:00.003-05:00

As my little man and I drove home from church, we discussed the Bible lesson. I taught the second and third graders today, so I knew the details of the lesson and got to worship with Ann and Chris during Kids' Worship. So...

On the way home, I began talking about the lesson. We discussed the example of Elvis working with President Nixon on an anti-drug campaign. Of course, my little man had no idea what drugs were. In fact, this was the first he'd heard of them. Since the lesson also talked about Elvis dying of a drug overdose, I had some explaining to do! (And no, I have no idea who does the lessons! Our church combines kindergarten through fifth grade for large group, so...)

Anyways, I thought we'd had quite a good discussion about God wanting us to do the right thing and drugs being bad, etc. I was quite impressed with my son's listening abilities. Then...

"Mom, we use rugs in our house for decorating and stuff, but that's okay, right?" he asked.

I almost lost it. Did he seriously think we'd just had a conversation about rugs? (I'm laughing even now as I type this.)

It's a good thing I'm fairly certain he won't be introduced to drugs next year as a kindergartner. Hopefully, he won't become scared of rugs either! Kids are too funny!

Focus on Me!

2011-06-14T21:03:00.003-05:00

This summer, we've been going to the pool A LOT! This is the first summer that I've felt comfortable taking my three children to the pool by myself so I'm thoroughly enjoying it!

Right now, our favorite thing to do is to play in the "deep end." I can still touch, but none of my children can touch. The younger two like to shed their life jackets and jump in to me, while my oldest likes to show off her ever-improving swimming skills. The time flies by as we're all having such a good time.

Typically, my three children are lined up on the side of the pool waiting for their turn to jump in to me. The other day, Chris was trying to get my attention while I was still helping Jane in the pool. After a few attempts at calling mom. He said, "Lizz, Elizabeth, Focus on me!" He so perfectly imitated me that I couldn't help but laugh. He was also so sincere and not meaning to be disrespectful that I couldn't help but honor his request.

I focused on him. As if I would do anything else when my children are playing near water. They are too funny!

Three Weeks Into Summer Break

2011-06-11T20:57:00.006-05:00

My last post talked about slowing down to take it easy this summer. Well....

Nearly three weeks into summer and we've had out of town guests twice and friends for dinner once. Ann had her dance recital and Chris went to Vacation Bible School. Chris played a few t-ball games and went to a couple of practices. All three kids had turns spending the night at their great-aunts house and a turn at visiting a local toy museum.

In addition to that, we squeezed in a trip to the local amusement park and many trips to the pool. On top of that, Tony has done a bit of travel for work.

So, um, yeah... We haven't exactly slowed down, but we have had a LOT of fun. I'm loving having all of my children near me all day. I'm especially enjoying my time with Ann who was at full-day kindergarten for the school year. I missed her!

Right now Ann is all about reading Green Eggs and Ham to anyone willing to listen. I started to encourage her to read something more challenging and then I realized, she's super excited to read the book and doesn't exactly have it memorized, so why on earth would I fix what isn't broken?!

Not to be out done, little Jane likes to read aloud Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See. Just tonight, she read it aloud to her grandma. She wanted to read it one more time to me. She must have gotten tired of her trick because she soon was saying, "hot dog, hot dog, what do you see?" Three year olds are so silly!

As for little man, he doesn't really read to us yet, either for real or in the manner of his younger sister. However, that kiddo never stops thinking. I can't begin to describe what a joy he is when he chooses to have a good attitude. The flip side is, when he doesn't have a good attitude, life can be a trying to say the least! That kid is going to move mountains one day, just watch!

I do believe I've started to ramble, so why not continue... (Isn't that what "..." is for?)

The small moments today that I want to remember are my sweet six-year-old's face when she caught sight of me at the amusement park. Her face lit up and that just felt awesome! Also, she was excited to notice she is getting more moles. I happen to have more than my fair share. While I don't know that it's necessarily good she is inheriting them, I do find it flattering that she likes them because I have them. Seriously, how precious is that!

My five-year-old also lit up when he found me after getting off a ride. It melts my heart to know they feel so happy at the sight of me. It isn't always the case, of course. Sometimes seeing me means they have to leave a playdate or that I've caught them doing something naughty. At those times, they'd rather see anyone but me!

It looks like Chris is going to be the one who likes the scarier rides, at least for now. I think if Jane hadn't been there, he would have rode some roller coasters. However, he didn't want to ride the bigger rides unless she did, so he skipped the roller coasters.

As for little Jane...She fell asleep in my arms while watching a dog show at the amusement park. I have no idea how she slept through the clapping and yelling and I don't care. As I told her grandma, I know holding her in my arms while she sleeps won't last forever, so I will take what I can get. My favorite thing about Jane lately has been watching her with her big sister. I love seeing that relationship develop. I recently took them to the dollar store and bought them each a toy mermaid. (They reminded me I couldn't buy real ones which was very funny.) Since then, those mermaids have been the center of their play together. Oh how I hope and pray they are not just sisters but also friends!

And so I end another day feeling tired and honestly a bit grumpy. And yet, I feel so very, very blessed. Through reading some other blogs, I was reminded of just how fragile life is and it simply brought tears to my eyes to think of the precious little ones sleeping upstairs. Yes, our summer has been busy, but we've been thoroughly enjoying it and I know I'm trying not to take too many moments for granted! So, be it busy, or be it calm, we are going to make the most of this summer!

Enjoying Summer Break

2011-06-02T09:15:00.002-05:00

It's summertime! My kids got out of school at the beginning of last week and we've certainly had a good time since then!

We began summer by meeting friends for breakfast at McDonalds. Their pancakes weren't half bad. Who knew? My kids enjoyed playing while I visited with my friend. Then, we waited and waited for the rain to stop so we could dash out to our cars.

Later in the day, Chris got to go spend the night at his great-aunt's house so that left me with the girls. Tony was out of town, so we fully embraced girl time, even inviting a neighbor friend to join the girls. We painted our nails, watched a movie and dined on chicken nuggets and waffle fries.

Our babysitter came early on Wednesday morning and I went out to run errands without the kiddos. My time was cut short by the tornado sirens. My children are a little on edge after all the terrible storms that have been moving through the Midwest so we spent a bit of time in our basement.

Meanwhile, my son was enjoying time with his aunt by visiting a toy museum

On Thursday, we headed out to a bounce house play place to meet a friend and her children. My children bounced nonstop for an hour and a half. Amazingly, they still had energy!

We spent Friday getting ready for Memorial Day Weekend. We were lucky to have Tony's mom, stepdad, sister, brother-in-law, and our niece and nephew come for the weekend. Ann's dress rehearsal for dance was on the same evening that everyone arrived, but when we all finally met up, we had a great time.

Saturday was another busy day. We went to a family concert event. Chris got to try out a banjo and Jane strummed on a guitar. Our little man is mesmerized by live music so we all enjoyed watching him delight in the morning.

After the concert, we went out to lunch and then to a fun free display for children. Then, it was home for rest time.

After an early dinner, we took Ann to her dance recital. I can certainly see how parents get hooked on doing those kind of things. Those kids were so cute! The little ones were precious and the older girls were talented. We had a great time and we only stayed until intermission. Ann was so excited to perform. However, she did tell me she was mostly excited to go backstage. Kids!

We enjoyed brunch and playtime at the park before seeing Tony's family back home. We spent Sunday afternoon working around the house and trying to relax.

Monday was a holiday and were were all happy to have Tony home with us. We surprised the kids by taking them to see Kung Fu Panda 2. We spent most of the rest of the day at home.

Tuesday morning was the summer reading kick-off program at our local library. We all enjoyed ourselves and the girls even had their pictures taken by a newspaper photographer. They didn't make it into the print copy, but Jane's picture was online. Fun! the highlight was certainly the drumming group. The kids were especially excited when they got to try out the drums.

After running home for lunch, we headed out to buy our summer pool pass. Then, it was the girls' turn to spend the night with their great-aunt. Chris and I decided it was a good time to try out our pool pass and we did just that.

It hasn't been terribly hot or sunny the past few days. Surprisingly, the water temperature was tolerable. The air just needs to warm up a bit and swimming will be perfect. Of course, the less than idea temperatures didn't keep us from enjoying the pool again yesterday.

Before we went to the pool, we enjoyed lunch out with Tony. It was fun to spend time with just our son even if all he could think about was getting to the pool!

Once we got home from the pool, the girls were home. They all played with their marbles from the toy museum. I guess the old toys are still the good ones. I worked on an article while they played and went our for a rare girls' night out when Tony got home.

And that brings me to this morning. I'm sitting in a coffee shop while my children are home with our babysitter. Supposedly, the sun will be out later. I've promised the kids a trip to the pool this afternoon. Well, I've promised them we'll go if they do a good job of having quiet time in their rooms. We'll see!

I'd say our summer has been quite a fun one so far. I have no intention of keeping up that pace for the rest of the summer, but it's been fun. I'm hoping we can spend our mornings at home and our afternoons at the pool. Sounds like a perfect summer to me.

I'd ask what you've been up to, but with how sporadic I post and how dull this post was, I'm guessing only my mom is reading right now. :)

Happy Summer!

Perhaps I'll Just Start Posting About Holidays

2011-05-08T20:06:00.002-05:00

Happy Mother's Day!

I started the weekend with a date with my husband. I sure hope our church has Parents' Night Out more often. Now THAT is a fundraising idea I can get behind!

Saturday morning started with a coffee date with a friend that I rarely get to visit with. I followed that up with some shopping including a bit of grocery shopping so that I didn't feel super unproductive about my morning.

I came home to a very special Mother's Day surprise. Tony had taken the kids to Home Depot and bought wood to make a raised garden bed for me! I now have an 8 x 10 garden bed to fill with dirt and then plant to my heart's content! I was thrilled and very impressed that he did that with three children ages 6, 5 and 3, in tow. He even let the kids do the children's workshop so that I now have a cute wooden flower pot holder. So fun!

The afternoon was spent watching my two oldest play their last soccer games of the season. Ann has continued to improve and that girl is fast! I think she scored in 5 of her 6 games. Of course, we stressed that it isn't just about winning or scoring goals, but I think we can all admit it's a bit more fun when we do score a goal!

Our little man made us so proud. His determination was impressive. He listened to his coach and was a team player. He came so close to scoring a goal that he literally had me on my feet cheering for him. I had such fun watching their games and hope they want to play in the fall.

The rest of Saturday was spent eating dinner and enjoying the warm weather. Our church added a Saturday night service, so Tony was away playing keyboard for the service for a bit of the evening.

Sunday morning we took it easy and didn't go to church until the last service. Well, the kids and I took it easy. Tony played the keyboard all morning.

After church, I chose to grab burgers for lunch. I have one place I like to eat hamburgers and that's because they are super thin patties with NO pink. That's my kind of burger! The place was packed, so apparently I'm not the only mama who likes her burgers that way.

I spent the afternoon avoiding everything I normally do. Tony and the kids were great helpers. We kept dinner simple and Tony put the kids to bed.

I'm sitting here smiling as I think about my sweet family. I'm also now sporting a cute seashell necklace given to me by my little man. On my counter is a ceramic bowl of spaghetti and meatballs made by my favorite kindergartner. I'd say life is pretty good!

An Easter Memory

2011-04-24T19:03:00.002-05:00

I made a turkey for Easter. Well, I cooked it anyways. I'll credit God with the making of it.

You see, a week or so ago, I noticed a turkey in my freezer. I bought the turkey sometime around Thanksgiving or Christmas. Clearly it was time to take it out of the freezer. That's when I decided that we'd be skipping ham this year in favor of turkey.

While that turkey defrosted in my fridge, I used the top of my refrigerator to hold all sorts of holiday items I didn't want the kids to get into quite yet. One of those items was a set of Resurrection Eggs. These plastic eggs are filled with items to help children learn the story of Easter.

Now, I should have known better than to think that simply placing something on the top of the fridge would actually keep my children away from it. They noticed it right away and despite being told not to get into it, one child, who shall not remain nameless, did just that. As I came down the stairs and found Chris standing on the counter reaching for the eggs. I quickly became exasperated. I sent him to sit down and lectured him about obeying, etc., etc.

A while later, I paused and asked if he was ready to look at the eggs. We had just a bit of time to look at them before he headed to school. So, we went through the dozen eggs and talked about Jesus' sacrifice for us. Then, we rushed to school.

A couple of days later, we had made Easter cookies, dyed Easter eggs, been to two egg hunts, cheered at one soccer game, and worshiped at Saturday night church. We'd been busy and it wasn't even truly Easter yet! Needless to say, we were all a bit tired.

Despite being tired, I wanted to take some more time to talk about Jesus. I had a feeling that the kids might pay better attention before they started their sugar highs the next morning. (I was right.) So, I grabbed the Resurrection Eggs.

I was absolutely delighted when my little man remembered what each egg was a symbol for in the Easter Story. At first I thought it was because he'd heard it so many times at church. However, when his older sister couldn't answer everything, I knew he'd simply remembered from our time two days earlier.

I was cranky and overwhelmed. He was being defiant. Our time together should have been a disaster, but instead, my little man learned a bit about life changing Truth. Thank You, Lord for letting me share Your story with a sweet little boy! In the end, that's what mattered. No one really cares that we had turkey and no sides for Easter dinner!

Happy Easter!

That Boy of Mine!

2011-04-13T22:16:00.002-05:00

My sweet boy is all boy! Just ask anyone who knows him.

He doesn't sit still for long and where he goes, mischief is sure to follow. It isn't unusual for me to assume that if something goes wrong with a group of kids that my son is in the middle of it. Sometimes he isn't, but quite often he is right there in the midst of it.

It would be easy for an outsider to think that is all there is to him, but they would be oh, so very, very wrong.

Just today, the same boy who blasted our sweet neighbor girl in the face with a water gun also showed me his tender heart.

As I was saying goodnight to his big sister, he came in the room with a stack of books. He told me that he wanted to give the book to J, a boy who has Down Syndrome and is in his preschool class. He said that J really likes trucks and he thought he should give him the books. He asked if I knew when J's birthday is and I had to say I didn't know, but I could find out if he liked.

Then, as I was saying good night to him, I reminded him that his birthday was coming soon and that he would get to pick out ice cream for breakfast. I asked him what he thought he would pick and he said he'd like Monster Cookie flavored ice cream. Then, he asked what I liked and I told him I'm a fan of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. He decided to change his mind and say that is what he wanted. I assured him that he didn't have to pick what I wanted, but should pick what he likes since it will be his birthday. He insisted that he wanted to pick something that "mommy likes."

Sweet, sweet boy. There is so much more to you than meets the eye. Sometimes it's hard to remember that such a tender heart is inside a boy that rarely stops moving or getting into trouble. You are such a wonderful part of our family and I love you more and more each day. Raising you is definitely a challenge and I'll never lie to you and say it isn't a challenge. But, I truly believe that most things worth doing aren't easy. Sweet boy, it's an honor to be your mama! I love you little man!

Sshhh, Don't Tell My Husband

2011-04-13T21:32:00.002-05:00

But sometimes my job really rocks. Sure, there is the whole rarely getting a moment to myself thing, but that is easy to overlook when I have days like today.

Today was really busy, but also really nice. It started off with walking Ann to school along with the neighbor kids who always walk with us. Then, we came home while Chris and Jane watched a show while I ran on the treadmill.

Next, it was off to swim lessons and then a treat of lunch out. After lunch, I dropped Chris off at preschool and Jane and I headed home for just enough time for me to switch a load of laundry and fill water bottles. Then, we headed up the street to pick up my sweet neighbor friend and her cute daughter. We then spent the next hour and a half at a children's farmstead. Such fun!

After enjoying the animals, we headed home for another few minutes before getting back in the van to pick up Chris, Ann, and a neighbor boy from school. Another short time at home and then we took Ann to a dance class, dropped off books at the library, and picked up a pizza.

Finally, we were home for more than a few minutes and Chris and his friend from next door played outside while Jane kept me company as I tried to clean up the kitchen.

After saying goodbye to the boy who lives next door, we left to pick up Ann and then went back home to bake pizza. The kids played outside while I cooked the pizza. That went well until Chris blasted our sweet neighbor girl in the face with a water gun. Fortunately, dinner was ready.

We ate dinner and then took my time reading to and getting the kids ready for bed.

Ann shed some more tears about missing our old dog, Buck. I hated seeing her be sad, but I was glad that I was there to hug her and pray with her.

Finally, at about 8:30, the kids were asleep and Tony was still at work. I was tired and the house wasn't exactly neat, though I decided it was good enough. And that's when I sat down and found myself smiling.

As I've sat here and documented my day, I realize that besides being busy, it wasn't really all that spectacular. It was just one of our busy days, and yet it was very, very good. It was one of those days that I stepped backed and realized that I really do have an awesome job.

If only I can keep this perspective when I wake up tomorrow morning to a kiddo inches from my face whining about how s/he is hungry! And if only I can keep the same perspective when I make the breakfast that my children begged for only to see them eat a few bites before claiming they are way too full to eat another bite. I better get the coffee pot ready!

More Than Three Years Later, My Hands and Heart are Still Full

2011-04-09T21:24:00.005-05:00

Nearly three and a half years ago, when I started this blog, it was easy to pick a title. Almost daily, I heard, "Your hands are full." In my mind, I would roll my eyes and think of how blessed I was. My heart was so full.

Today, my heart is still full, but people rarely tell me my hands are full. In fact, I can't remember the last time someone made that comment. Apparently, mothering three children, ages six and under, looks easy.

Needless to say, parenting three still somewhat young children isn't always easy. Sure, in most ways, it's definitely easier than meeting the demands of an infant, a toddler, and a preschooler, however, each stage of parenting brings with it new challenges. Right now, I'm just enjoying the stage we're at and trying not to worry about the future.

Of course, many days are still rather tough to enjoy. And unlike three years ago, I don't always feel free to share the details of our days. I'm trying to respect my kiddos' privacy. But then, I feel like I'm not being exactly honest about our lives. Sigh, must I always second guess myself?

Days like today are almost impossible not to blog about at least to some degree. You see, one of my children, who shall remain nameless, had quite the interesting day. Of course, if you know my family, even a little bit, you'll know exactly who I'm talking about. At least I'm trying to respect privacy. (Emphasis on trying.)

In one day, one of my kiddos managed to dump glitter all over the floor, spray shaving cream under a bed, and smear glue and markers all over the neighbor's landscaping rocks. That was just what I noticed. The interesting thing is that he/she wasn't really unsupervised for all that long today. It's just that a child like this can do all sorts of things in a fraction of the time it would take other children to make such mischief. That kiddo is talented I tell you!

That's all to say that if I blog less frequently now, it isn't at all due to lack of material! It's quite the opposite really. In many ways life is so much busier than it was when my little ones were, well, little. Yet, one thing has truly remained unchanged...I wouldn't trade this life for anything. My heart is still bursting. I love my little ones more and more as I get to know them more each day. Cliche but very true.

Saturdays

2011-04-02T14:59:00.003-05:00

I love Saturday mornings! It's sort of become a tradition on Saturday mornings that Tony takes the kids with him to the gym while I have a few quiet hours. Typically, I fill those hours with a bit of tidying up the house, a workout, and a few errands. By lunch time, we're all usually back together again and ready to enjoy the rest of the day.

Sometimes I feel guilty about enjoying this time so much. After all, shouldn't I be making a big breakfast and savoring time together as a family? Perhaps, but I know for certain that on weeks where I don't have a few quiet hours, I'm a little cranky.

Now, I'm not one to buy into "me" time. I hate how it sounds so self-centered, but I'm honestly a nicer person when I have a few minutes to slow down and enjoy the quiet. So maybe I am buying into the "me" time. Either way, I do love Saturday mornings and I'll enjoy them while they last! I'm sure it won't be long until the kids' activities start to take over the day! Then I'll just have to change my Saturday mornings to the afternoons or perhaps make my Tuesday nights into a "Saturday morning!"

Happy Saturday!

Hello April!

2011-04-01T17:16:00.002-05:00

Happy April! The windows are open, the sun is shining, and the kids are playing outside while Tony strums his guitar as he keeps an eye on them. So far, April is good!

However, I did learn my lesson and will no longer be professing my love for months until all the days are checked off on the calendar. How could I be so foolish? March was full of gray skies, sickness, and worst of all, we said goodbye to our beloved pooch. Good riddance March. So what if you gave us warmth and a nice walk to the library on the first day of the month.

Now, April surely wouldn't consider pulling the same trick. It couldn't, I don't care if it is April Fool's Day. No cruel jokes aloud! At least not when it comes to sunshine. Gray might be a favorite color of mine to wear, but I could do without seeing it in the sky every. single. day!

Happy April! Here's to hoping April's showers are short and sweet!

We'll Miss You, Buck, Old Buddy!

2011-03-29T20:12:00.005-05:00

This picture is a perfect example of how wonderful Buck was with our children.
Here he is with our Kindergartner who wasn't quite one at the time of the picture.

Ten and half years ago, my boyfriend (now my husband) and I had just returned from Montana where we had both worked for the summer. I had it in my head that I wanted a dog. So, before even unloading our stuff, I looked in the paper and found a yellow lab. Perfect!

Tony drove me to the home where the dog lived. We walked up and saw some kids playing and asked if they were selling their dog. The kids looked at us like we were crazy. Apparently, the parents hadn't told them they were selling the dog. Oops!

After talking to the owner and reassuring him that I could give him a good home, he seemed content to let me have him. I paid $100 for him. To this day, Tony and I still argue about who bought him. He lived with me and my roommates so surely, I bought him, right? Right, Tony?

Before we took him away, the owner told us that the main reason he was getting rid of the dog was because he ran away a lot. I figured I'd just have to keep an eye on him. No big deal. So, we loaded him into to Tony's car on top of all our summer stuff.

The dog was named Buck and I took him home to the house I rented with some other girls for my last year of college. It ended up that I wasn't the only one who wanted a dog. That year, four girls and three dogs lived in one house!

Buck was a great dog and I can remember sitting in one of my classes the day after I bought him thinking that it must be some kind of dream that I now owned a dog. I'd always wanted one, but only got to have one for about three months while I was growing up.

I attempted to take Buck for runs, but quickly learned that labs are more into fetching than they are into long distance running, so I took him for walks and threw plenty of tennis balls. Tony also spent a lot of time with him and liked him quite a bit!

It's a good thing that Tony liked Buck, because almost a year later Tony and I were married.

Tony moved to another state before we were married. Obviously, I eventually joined him. Of course, Buck came with me. In order to join him, we had to drive across the state of Kansas in an old Toyota Celica with NO air conditioning. Buck rode beside me panting the entire way. It was so hot that the only thing I stopped to eat was an ice cream cone!

Tony was waiting for us and said he knew when we were coming because he heard Buck's collar jingling!

Wherever we were, there Buck was. He took several road trips with us and I have many memories of him looking out from the back of a Ford Focus hatchback. ( We weren't too nice about letting him ride in our mini van because of the dog hair he constantly shed.) He even visited the arch in St. Louis with us.

He probably thought he was in heaven when we moved to Arkansas and lived across from a field. Tony would take him over to the field to play fetch with him. After three years in Arkansas, his age was showing. Fetch was starting to be a thing of the past, though he would still eagerly chase flashlight beams.

While we were in Arkansas, our first two children were born. We couldn't of asked for a sweeter dog. We have pictures of all the children on top of him. He didn't mind one bit. I do suppose he was a little relieved when we stopped bringing babies home every year and a half once we had our third and final baby.

By the time our third little one was born, we had moved back to the same state we started married life in and Buck was beginning to slow down quite a bit.

Aside from all the shedding and one rather expensive tooth extraction, he was the best dog. He even managed to almost win over a friend who is terrified of dogs. I don't know that she ever really liked him, but she at least wasn't scared of him!

As we got busy with the kids, we tended to give him less attention leading to some guilt on our parts. Still, he had it made. Three young children mean you get lots and lots of table scraps. In fact, he got so many that he could be choosy about what they offered him. As he got older, we got more and more lenient on what he could have. Lucky dog!

He continued to slow down and started losing a lot of weight. It was the beginning of the end.

On Sunday, we made the tough decision to have Buck put to sleep. Something had changed and we couldn't let him suffer.

Tonight, Tony took him to the vet and held him as Buck left for good.

You know, I never really understood how people could grieve a pet so much. After all, it isn't a person, right? True, but Buck was part of our family and he was part of what made our home, home.

We'll miss him. Thanks Old Buddy for a fun ten and half years!

How to Catch a Leprechaun According to Little Man

2011-03-24T20:06:00.003-05:00

It's still March! The good news is that no one in our family is sick and we've had some warm days. In addition, my mom came for a visit and we had a wonderful time!

This afternoon, as I emptied Chris' backpack, I was again reminded that it is indeed still March. His teacher had some leprechaun fun with the preschoolers in the days leading up to St. Patrick's Day. Part of this fun involved a naughty little leprechaun named Patrick who kept visiting their class and making a mess right before they arrived to school. My little man ate it up and loved telling me the things Patrick had done.

Well today, I pulled a paper out of his bag that was titled "How to Catch a Leprechaun." His teacher had obviously asked the children how each of them would catch a leprechaun. Then, she wrote down the words. This is how Chris suggested catching the naughty little guy:

"I'd make a trap. (He is big on building pretend traps right now with our next door neighbor boy.) Nets and a vacuum. The vacuum and the net would catch him and he would go into a hot pool and then he would go into a desert. He would find water and drink it and would be okay."

I laughed out loud reading this and knew without a doubt that his teacher had captured his thoughts word for word.

Also, I loved that the leprechaun would ultimately be okay. He has a tender heart hiding underneath that tough boy exterior. I just love, love, love that little boy! I even love him when he acts like a naughty little leprechaun!

Hello March! I take it all back!

2011-03-15T19:02:00.002-05:00

March, March, March. You trickster you. You started out full of promise and then you brought nothing but sickness!

Early in the morning, on the second day of March, my three year old awoke with a horrible stomach bug. Within a week, the bug passed through our entire family. Less than a week later, another virus worked its way through our family. So far, I'm the only one who avoided that little bug.

All things considered, I can't complain much. We're all doing well now and the weather is supposed to be fantastic the rest of the week. Tony took this week off and we're ready to enjoy Spring Break.
Still, the first half of March was enough for me to take back my love of March. Call me fickle, I don't care.

I guess it's true what they say about March coming "in like a lion and out like a lamb." The good news is, March is half over and that means we should be approaching the lamb-like side of March. I thinks that's definitely something worth smiling about!

Hello March! I love you!

2011-03-01T19:11:00.003-06:00

There are two main reasons I love March.

1. It is not January.
2. It is not February.

It has been a long, cold, and snowy winter. I can handle the cold and the snow, it was the gray skies that about did me in!

But today begins the month of March and I am happy. The skies were blue and the temperature reached the upper 50s. It's hard to complain about that!

In fact, this afternoon marked my first walk outdoors in quite some time. I've walked my daughter to school only a handful of times since Christmas break and today was one of those days. The wind was colder than I expected, but we didn't care. We were all so happy to be out in the fresh air.

I had another chance to walk this afternoon. I had some books on hold at the library and realized that my youngest daughter and I had time to walk to the library before my older two got home from school. So I loaded up the stroller with Jane and her four baby dolls (yes, four!) and we were off.

As I walked, I happened to notice some stubborn ice slowly melting in the shade. It may sound silly, but I felt rather smug as I walked by that ice. At times this winter, it felt like spring would never arrive. Yet, spring is just around the corner. It's such a wonderful season full of hope. I used to think that fall was my favorite season, but now I just don't know. I may be switching my allegiance to spring. At least until September!

Happy 19 days until spring!

Tips From the Other Side of Potty Training

2011-02-23T20:38:00.004-06:00

I am not a naturally laid back person. Just ask my family!

Therefore, it surprised me that I was so laid back in my approach to potty training my children. Truly, I read very little about it, which isn't like me at all! I just went with the flow (oops, bad word choice!).

It also surprised me that for a mama who was so nonchalant about the process, I sure had a lot to write about it! You can read my tips here.

And, for the record, you can be laid back about potty training and still have all your children trained no later than two and a half years of age. I promise!

Afternoon Happiness

2011-02-22T16:45:00.004-06:00

After a long day filled with all sorts of discipline issues, it makes me so happy to look up from where I'm folding laundry to see my three children playing happily together. I hope it lasts a while!

Meanwhile

2011-02-15T20:09:00.002-06:00

I had great plans to blog everyday in January and then frequently in February. Well...It's the thought that counts, right? Except, of course, that it really isn't, but that's the way it goes sometimes!

Meanwhile, we spent our time enjoying or at least trying to enjoy many, many snow days and several bitter cold days. We got into the routine of driving rather than walking to school. In fact, today was the first day we walked since before Christmas Break! Spring can't come fast enough.

Perhaps my favorite part of all the snow days was the extra time I was able to spend reading with my children. We read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in a week. We celebrated finishing the story by baking cupcakes and watching the old movie with Gene Wilder. It was such fun! Little Jane has been walking around pretending to give everyone golden tickets. It's too cute!

The other thing I loved about all the snow days was the time my children spent getting reacquainted. They spend so much of their days in school that their time for free play together is limited. It was special to see them play together and use their imaginations. For the first time, Jane was truly in the mix as a nearly equal playmate.

Perhaps Jane was able to join in so well because she recently turned three. There is something about the time around a birthday when kids just start to act a bit older. Perhaps there is a secret memo that kids get that parents don't see? Anyways, little Jane is every bit the three year old and that is good and challenging!

For the past few weeks, Jane has been waking up just before six o' clock. This isn't much fun, but it is hard to complain when you hear a cheerful voice calling out, "The sun is shining!"

And so life with three still somewhat young children continues. It isn't getting quite as easy as I'd hoped it would be three years ago when we had three children three and under. However, I love them more everyday. Cheesy, but very, very true.

Ice Cream on Just the Floor?

2011-02-08T21:14:00.003-06:00

I found it funny when Ann told me she spilled a little ice cream on the floor. We both had a good laugh when she saw her face in the mirror.

We were wondering how there was any left to spill or even eat. Maybe it all slipped out through that cute front-toothless grin!

Funny Boy Full of Confidence

2011-02-06T12:16:00.003-06:00

Yesterday afternoon, Chris asked me where his "Slappy Joe," was. Needless to say, I was absolutely puzzled.

A few minutes later, after he described it to me, I realized he was asking for his Silly Putty. Tony and I laughed and told him what it was really called.

"That's okay," he said. "I'm still going to call it Slappy Joe," he informed us. And, he did.

It was a small example of his easy confidence. His determination has made him quite an adventure to raise, but I have no doubt, that with God's help, that little boy will do great things.

Don't be too surprised if one day you hear people everywhere calling Silly Putty "Slappy Joe." You'll know it started with a silly little boy with a big heart and a love for all things goofy.

The Cutest Hat...

2011-01-26T17:02:00.003-06:00

is only made cuter by the sweetest almost-three-year old and her precious dimple! (I'm totally biased and I don't care!) Love this girl!

A Little Man's To-Do List

2011-01-25T21:40:00.004-06:00

If my son made a to-do list, it might look something like the following:

Stuff myself onto the bottom shelf of the pantry.
Tie the shirt I'm wearing to the kitchen drawers.
Pull myself away from the kitchen drawers and call it "magic."
Ask questions about everything.
Make my mommy laugh.

The list would also likely have countless other crazy items.

And, if he'd made that list today, he could have checked everything off including number five multiple times. I guess you could say he had a productive day.

Up to No Good!

2011-01-23T21:04:00.004-06:00

I have to admit that it made me smile when I saw Ann rush over to Chris and whisper something in his ear. I could tell by the looks on their faces that they were planning to do something naughty.

A few minutes later, I was upstairs and noticed the bathroom door was shut and I knew Ann and Chris were inside. I told Tony, "They're up to no good in there!" He opened the door and told them to come out.

They both rushed into Chris' room and started laughing. It turns out they were "experimenting" with their mouthwash. They mixed the two different kinds and even tried adding water. Chris also mentioned that he tried putting hand soap in his and he didn't like it!

The only discipline I could muster was to tell them that it was being wasteful to use the mouthwash that way. It's hard for me to be too upset when I see them having such a good time together!

It's long been a question of mine as to what makes siblings close friends. Anytime I see mine truly enjoying each other, my heart melts. It's quite hard to discipline when your heart is so soft!

Not THAT Question!

2011-01-21T11:07:00.003-06:00

My little man is a curious little fellow. I've grown used to hearing, "Mommy, I have a question," as he ponders life from the back of the minivan. He has asked about things such as where garbage goes and where the bees go in the winter if the birds fly south. So today, I smiled when he said his trademark, "Mommy, I have a question." That smile quickly faded.

Today, he asked, "How do baby's get out of their mommies' bellies."

Choke, cough, raise my eyebrows and wish he had asked my husband this question.

So, I did what I usually do in such situations. I asked, "How do you think they get out?"

I then sat there with a smug little expression waiting for him to tell me his creative answer.

No such luck. He replied, "I don't know." Darn!

"Well, God makes mommies bodies so that the babies can come out," I said and then thought, "Please, please, please be satisfied with that!"

Again, no such luck.

"But Mommy, where do they come out?" He persisted.

"Out of a hole that God puts in mommies' bodies," I reluctantly elaborated.

"Where is the hole?" He innocently asked.

Repeat the whole choke, cough...scenario from above.

I weakly, but truthfully answered wishing I had invented some elaborate story instead.

Then, never in my life have I been more grateful for Chuck E. Cheese. Never! We happened to drive by it and my little man became so distracted that I was off the hook! For now.

Now, can you blame me if I'm a bit nervous to get in the car with him again?!

Clutter Busting With a Friend

2011-01-19T20:57:00.003-06:00

Tomorrow is another snow day for us. That means lots of time indoors in between playing in the snow. Since I've got nowhere to go, it's the perfect time to work on clearing out some of the clutter that has accumulated in our house. Read about my latest way to make clearing out clutter easier over here.

Sweet, Sweet Boy

2011-01-18T15:58:00.003-06:00

That sweet boy of mine strikes again!

Each week leading up to Christmas, Chris brought home a different Christmas book from the school library. He told me it was because he knew I would like them. It's true! I really like Christmas books and the heavy box I just stored for next year is proof!

Due to snow days, today was the first time he got to go to the school library since school started back after the long break. As I was going through his backpack, I found a book about penguins. He made this week's choice for his big sister who loves penguins.

Who knows, maybe next week he'll brave checking out a princess book for his little sister. At this rate, that kind of sweetness wouldn't surprise me.

Little man, our family may be crazier with you, but it's also much, much sweeter. We love you!

Proof!

2011-01-17T18:14:00.003-06:00

Since I'm normally the one behind the camera, we have several pictures of Tony having fun with our kids. (And to be fair, he is more fun!)

So, the other night when I found myself dancing with the kids, I asked Tony to take a picture. He did and now I have proof that I know how to play!

It might not be a great picture, but it makes me smile. It also makes me think that while we don't necessarily need more pictures like this, we certainly can never have enough moments like this!

What Did She Say?!

2011-01-16T21:53:00.004-06:00

This afternoon, I was able to take my oldest daughter out shopping for a bit. This has become quite fun for me as she is starting to take an interest in her clothes, but it's still very easy for me to guide her choices. She did quite well and came away with a new dress, shirt, dance leotard, and boots. She promised once she got home she'd try on everything for me.

Ann kept her promise and we were both happy to learn that everything but the leotard fit perfectly!

Just before I tucked her in, I noticed that she had her new top out to wear in the morning. I told her that I'd like her to save it for school on Tuesday. Then, I quickly became grateful I wasn't eating or drinking when she responded to me.

"What? You want me to be hot?" She asked.

For a moment, I couldn't speak. How on earth did she know what being hot meant? And more importantly, did she want to be hot? Did she think I wanted her to be hot? What had just happened?

Finally, I was ready to reply, but before I could, Ann said, "I will be because it has a hood you know."

Oh, she meant hot as in temperature! Whew! I took a deep breath and continued to tuck her in for the night. My little girl was wearing a tiara and a princess nightgown and all was once again right with the world. And it will continue to stay that way as long as I have several more years before one of my girls wants to be hot without sweating!

What I Learned Tonight

2011-01-14T21:35:00.004-06:00

Tonight I learned that if you have friends over for dinner, you should be really careful about what you say about your children. For example, if you are talking about how easy one of your children is, that same child will likely start being more ornery than you've ever witnessed.

Then, if you happen to mention that another one of your children has become much less aggressive toward other children, that same child might headbutt one of their children in the nose.

Fortunately, I also learned tonight that you should shut your big mouth before all three of your children make you look like a liar.

Most importantly, I was reminded tonight that keeping a sense of humor while raising children is a pretty good idea. Make that a VERY good idea!

Sometimes I'm Okay With Unfair

2011-01-13T17:31:00.001-06:00

I recently put my oldest daughter to bed after reading to her for nearly an hour. We both got caught up in her book, Changes for Samantha. It was our last book in the series of the now retired American Girl Doll Samantha. I thoroughly enjoyed the extra time with my girl who spends most of her days at school. As a mom of three young children, this was a luxury and one that didn’t come without a price! (Read the rest here.)

That Might Be The Last Time She Gets Her Hair Done ...

2011-01-12T20:41:00.006-06:00

At least until she's quite a bit older!

As part of a school fundraiser, Ann got a free hairdo tonight. I couldn't help but smile when she walked in the door when Tony brought her home. Yet, all night as I would look at her, I couldn't help but think I was seeing her ten years from now. Of course, she'll probably have all her teeth and won't want to wear purple princess clip-on earrings by then, but still.

And, because I'm her mom, my other thought was, "She is so beautiful!" It's been six years and two months to the day since she entered our world and I still can't get over how blessed we are with her and her siblings. And not because she's beautiful, but because God trusted us with something so precious!

I love you Ann. Now, repeat after me, "I'm only six. I'm only six...."

If there were no little boys...

2011-01-11T19:26:00.003-06:00

then who would invent "Trash Can Skating?"

Snow Day

2011-01-10T19:47:00.009-06:00

I've always loved snow days! I loved them as a child, adored them as a teacher, and now cherish them as a mom. So, it's no surprise when I woke up early this morning, the first thing I did was to look out the window and check to see if promised snow had fallen. It had!

Then next thing I did was to tiptoe downstairs and grab the laptop. I then went back to my room and turned it on. Several school districts were closed, but not ours. I shut it and then tossed and turned. I checked one more time and sure enough, we had a snow day! I happily went back to sleep.

I was awakened a little after 7 when Tony called to inform me he'd made it to work safely. I felt a bit guilty that I was still sleeping and he was at work, but not guilty enough to do anything about it!

Once we woke up, it was a lovely 7:30. If you know anything about my little early risers, then you know this is some serious sleeping in at our house! We had a hot breakfast and the kids played all sorts of games together. It makes me so happy when they all play together. We read several stories and headed out into the snow after lunch.

Chris and Ann were delighted to be outside. Our cat even got in on the fun!

Jane was happy to get her snow clothes on, but once outside, she had second thoughts. However, after I handed her a little dust pan and told her she could shovel the snow with me, she was sold.

Most of the neighbor children were out which always makes for a good time. My awesome husband came home early and took the big kids sledding while I made soup and hot chocolate. Not surprisingly, our newest snow lover fell asleep before dinner.

So, the trend will continue. I will continue to be excited at the prospect of a snow day. In fact, I may like them even more now!

Spoiled Much?

2011-01-09T16:56:00.002-06:00

It's late Sunday afternoon and I've just come downstairs after taking a nap and reading in bed. The best part is my husband encouraged me to do so!

Once I finally came downstairs, he said he was taking our kiddos out to eat and play. His only request was that I go grocery shopping by myself while sipping a mocha. (Okay, I added that last part, but since I still have money left on a Starbucks Gift Card, why not!?)

Now, this is what I call a Day of Rest even if it involves a little grocery shopping.

Thanks, Tony! You're the best!

Organizing Paper Peak

2011-01-08T14:46:00.004-06:00

I have a tendency to make easy tasks difficult. I think about and plan things for so long that I'm tired of doing them before I actually do them. Just ask my husband!

Our house recently became proof of my problem. It was more cluttered than it had ever been. Adding Christmas into the mix was a recipe for disaster. So, I began to successfully declutter. However, I never did anything about my pile, okay piles, of paper.

It was easier to ignore those piles since I had so much space for them. My husband recently installed a microwave over our oven which gave me all the counter space that our previous microwave had occupied. However, I also had paper piles on our desk and on a table in the basement. I was getting tired of it, but didn't know where to start.

Late last week, I was talking to a friend who is naturally organized. I started asking her questions about what she does with her papers and she explained her simple system of using binders and folders. It dawned on me, (finally) that I was making paperwork out to be a larger task than it really is.

The same day I talked to her, I headed to Target and bought a few supplies. I began tackling my piles. I even tackled piles in the basement! I realized that part of my problem was I had started too many filing systems and never just stuck with one! (The story of my life!) Currently, in our giveaway pile I have one file drawer, one file box, three 13-pocket expandable files, two 7-pocket expandable files, countless folders and who knows what else!

Now, more than two years after my husband bought me two larger filing cabinets, I'm finally using them! I'm not sure it will stick, but for now, three binders and two filing cabinets are doing the trick and taking up much less space than my former plethora of failed filing systems.

Perhaps 2011 will be the year I finally defeated the paper pile, uh, I mean, piles!

It's My Blog and I'll Brag If I Want To

2011-01-07T16:50:00.003-06:00

My mom has always told me not to "toot my own own," but it's not my horn I'm going to toot.

This afternoon, my sweet kindergartner came home with her 2nd Quarter report card. She got perfect marks. In addition, she is reading at the level they want kindergartners to be at by the end of the year! We're moving onto helping her with First Grade Sight Words. Way to go girl!

Of course, I congratulated her and she said, "For what?" I just laughed and told her she was doing a great job in school.

Then again, perhaps the reason she didn't give much notice to her report card was that she finally got to bring home Henry Hippo. Henry Hippo is a stuffed hippo that each child in her class brings home for a few days during the school year. We get to write about her adventures with Henry, who she keeps calling "Hippy Hippo." So far, he's had a snack and watched a few minutes of Scooby-Doo.

Once again, congrats sweet Ann! (Toot, toot, toot!)

Watch Out for the Hot Llama!

2011-01-06T21:13:00.003-06:00

Over the Christmas Break, my children invented all sorts of new games to keep themselves entertained. I should note that very few of these games actually involved their new toys. (Sidenote to Mrs. Claus next year: Don't get carried away with the presents!) Anyways, one of these is a game that involves lava.

My three children have been pretending that the family room floor is hot lava. In order to keep from touching the lava, they attempt to jump from the coffee table to the couch and chairs. Needless to say, this game isn't always mommy-approved. However, I should also admit that I totally get how this would seem to be the coolest game ever to the under seven crowd, so I've been known to allow a jump or two.

Perhaps the most entertaining and sweetest part of this whole idea of a game is that my sweet two-year-old keeps warning me of "hot llama!"

I'll be walking through the family room and she'll call out, "Mom, it's hot llama!" Too cute! I don't even try to correct her because it's too stinking precious. All too soon, she'll say "lava" and be much too big to even entertain the idea of such a game. For now, I'll just continue to watch out for all those hot llamas in my family room!

To Save Those Toys Or Not To Save Them

2011-01-05T18:38:00.005-06:00

One of the best gifts my children got for Christmas wasn't actually a gift. It came after Christmas when they inherited my husband's old He-Man collection after their grandma made a trip to her storage unit.

It got me thinking...Should I be saving my children's toys?

Head over to my latest blog here and let me know what you think about saving toys, or not.

My Afternoon Companion

2011-01-04T15:41:00.005-06:00

Beginning in August, both of my older children were in school. That means that I spend three hours each week day with my two year old. I've cherished this time. She is the sweetest little girl.

Just today, as I helped her to get dressed, she twirled and asked how she looked. I, of course, told her she was beautiful. Then she grabbed my face with her little hands and told me she loved me.

As I finished helping her, she announced that she loves, "Daddy, Mommy, Buck, Daisy, Ann, and Chris." Then she waited patiently while I finished helping her. This kind of thing happens multiple times a day.

In just a few short weeks, my baby will turn 3. I can hardly believe it. I'm so grateful the surprise of her life completed our little family. I love you sweet Jane!

And I Call Myself a Reader!

2011-01-03T21:22:00.004-06:00

Not long ago, some friends of mine were posting notes on facebook about how many of the 100 classic books they'd read from some list. I joined in the fun and dutifully marked what I'd read. Apparently, I lied.

I genuinely thought I'd read The Chronicles of Narnia, but after picking up the series, I discovered that I hadn't. At least I hadn't until last night at nearly eleven when I finished it.

Also, upon reading the list, I was reminded of books I've wanted to read for years. Finishing up The Chronicles of Narnia got me started on what I hope will be a roll. Today, I began Anne of Green Gables and I'm waiting on The Lord of the Rings to arrive in my mail box.

Clearly I've lost touch with reality as my life doesn't exactly allow me to sit around and read all day. I'm hoping to finish two books a month. If I follow my plan, I'll read one fiction and one nonfiction book. Anything else will be a bonus.

So, I suppose many people are focusing on things like weight loss and better budgeting as the new year begins, while I'm making a book list. Perhaps I am a reader even if I've managed to miss a few that I'm sure will become new favorites.

What are you reading?

O Christmas Tree...

2011-01-02T19:14:00.006-06:00

How I'll miss you!

Well, I won't. I'm ready for the kids to have their playroom back, but Daisy, our cat, will miss the tree tremendously.

As you can see, she's made it her own by removing a few branches and carving out a space that's just right for her.

Daisy has been one of the best things about 2010! We've thoroughly enjoyed being her new family. She was well loved by her first family and I know they were so sad to have to let her go, but we have been so happy to take her in.

And now, because it seems wrong to post a picture of our cat by the tree and not one of our kiddos...
The coordinating outfits are courtesy of one of their sweet grandmas.

Tomorrow, I have plans to take down the tree. We'll see...

Happy New Year!

2011-01-01T20:48:00.003-06:00

Exactly 17 minutes into 2011, my oldest daughter sat up in my bed and puked. I nearly laughed, but the stench sent me gagging instead. It was either laugh or cry at the start of the year. I prayed it wasn't a sign of how the year would turn out!

Our first day of the new year involved unpacking and some general housekeeping. Not, of course, that you would necessarily know it by stopping by our house. There are still plenty of piles to pick up and laundry to wash, but isn't there always?

A highlight of the day was playing Alphabet Go Fish as a family. Games are always interesting with young children and this one did not disappoint. An attempt was made at Uno, but it was quickly abandoned. Tony also taught Ann and Chris how to play Connect 4. We're making good use of those Christmas gifts!

The kids are enjoying their new Wii game, Just Dance for Kids. It's too cute to watch them copy the moves of the children on the game. So far it has been a perfect way to help them burn some energy when it's too cold to play outside for long periods!

I left for a bit today to run a couple of errands. I'll admit I spent part of that time tucked away inside of a Starbucks while sipping a Peppermint Mocha. (I'll let others start their healthy eating today!) I finished up an article and enjoyed a break from unpacking and the post-Christmas clean up.

Dinner was a simple affair. Then, it was time for baths. In the middle of the process, I came downstairs to grab something and saw Tony reading his Bible.

Less than half an hour later, we gathered as a family and read, more like paraphrased, Genesis 1 to the kiddos.

Needless to say, the day only got better and better. Puke or not, I do believe there is hope yet for 2011!

Happy New Year!

Oh, and if you'd like to read along with us, be sure to check out OWNit365.com.

The Real Meaning of Christmas

2010-12-22T21:06:00.003-06:00

Chris (4): "Jane, do you know the real meaning of Christmas?"

Jane (2): Shrugs.

Chris: "Is it about the toys?"

Jane: Face lights up! "And Santa!"

Chris: "No! It's about Jesus! Jesus!"

This is the conversation I overheard on a recent morning. I'm so glad my little man is beginning to understand that Christmas is about much more than Santa and toys. However, I do think he might need to work on his message delivery a bit. On the other hand, I think Jane got the point!

Merry Christmas!

At Least it Wasn't Because of a Stinky Mess!

2010-12-14T11:30:00.002-06:00

I truly thought I'd go more than two days before I broke my blogging streak. Internet Explorer had other ideas. It refused to work and since Tony was out of town and I'm a bit clueless when it comes to the computer, I didn't have internet for two days. I almost had to break out the phone book to check an address. Of course, I would have had to find it first. Does anyone still use those?

So, I should be painting a bathroom that should have been a weekend project, but in typical Lizz fashion has almost stretched into six weeks. (I know!) Instead, I'm letting the kids watch a Christmas show while I finally get showered and get ready to spend the afternoon with a friend at a bookstore. We have to most amazing childrens bookstore nearby and I was shocked to find that my friend (Hi A!) had never been. Time to fix that!

A friend and books, does it get any better?

If You Promise to Count Your Blessings...

2010-12-11T13:01:00.003-06:00

So, it turns out if you publicly declare to count your blessings and more frequently record your life in writing, you will wake up to a crappy morning. (Sorry about the word choice, but it fits.)

Rather, you will be woken up in the wee hours of the night by the 2 year old who isn't happy that the cat is playing in her room while she tries to sleep. No sooner will you get back to sleep, then the old dog will wake you up so he can go relieve himself.

Early in the morning, you will again hear your 2-year-old because it's raining and she's "scared of the rain." So, she'll move to your bed for the remaining 45 minutes until wake up time. Not 15 minutes later, your children will go downstairs and you'll be happy to have a few minutes to wake up slowly before heading down to make breakfast.

As you savor the semi-quiet moments in a warm bed, you'll hear your 6 year old scamper upstairs to inform you that the dog has made a stinky (read poop) mess on the family room carpet. So, you'll spend the first half hour of your morning cleaning carpet.

The children will whine as you get ready to take them to different fun activities. After one event, you'll give them lunch and then take them upstairs for separate quiet times in their rooms. Then, you'll sit down to try and put a positive spin on the day's events, because, you know, you've promised to faithfully record you're blessed life.

As you open the laptop, you'll hear little feet running around upstairs, most certainly not having quiet times and most definitely play together. You'll sigh a tired sigh, rewarm the morning's coffee, and smile.

You're not sure how it works, but somehow, despite the crazy start to the day and the promise of cranky kids in the afternoon, you know that your life is still very, very blessed. Stinky, but blessed.

This Little Blog of Mine...

2010-12-10T13:42:00.002-06:00

I'm going to let it shine...

Okay, that really has nothing to do with anything, but it keeps going through my head. (Yes, I'm a dork and I'm okay with that!)

I miss blogging! Three years ago, I started out blogging frequently even through the birth of my third child in a little over three years. Almost daily posts helped me to see the sweetness in my crazy life filled with diapers and sleepless nights. Slowly, the novelty of both this blogging thing and my new life wore off.

At night or in the early morning, I found myself worn out, unable to view my life through rose-colored glasses. This made me so sad because my life was and is truly blessed. That lead to guilt which didn't lead to motivation to blog!

Late last spring, we dealt with behavior issues with one of our kiddos that consumed our life. In August, that kiddo started a school program where our precious little one is thriving beyond my expectations! Yet, adjusting to school schedules and Tony traveling quite a bit made for a crazy late summer and early fall.

Then, right around Halloween, I noticed my cold seemed to be lingering. Once I was hit with a stomach bug, I knew it was time to take myself to the doctor. I had pneumonia and a stomach bug! It was a wake up call to me to not take things for granted. I spent four days doing nothing but watching television and reading while my wonderful husband kept things afloat. Funny how four days of not being able to do the daily grind will make you want to do it!

The thing that really made me miss blogging was wading through more that 1200 pictures of my family. I'm in the process of putting together digital photo albums for Christmas gifts for our extended family. (Procrastinate much?) As I edit these pictures, I smile and laught and get a bit sad that time is moving so quickly. I want to capture life as best as I can and for me, that involves writing here.

I'm not sure who still comes around to check what is going on in our lives, but I'm glad you do. It's been a crazy year, for sure, but looking back, aside from the severe lack of sleep, I don't think I'd change a thing. My hands are still full, though not with the same things as three years ago, but my heart is more than full, it's bursting!

This will be one of the places I share some of that joy.

Happy Friday!

Ten Dollar Kitchen Makeover

2010-10-21T17:45:00.007-05:00

It turns out that drinking too much caffeine, reading too many home decorating blogs, and staying up too late can lead to an impromptu redecorating project.

Of course, I'm the one who drank too much caffeine, read a few too many inspiring blogs, and started taking off my kitchen cabinet doors.

We bought this house a little over three years ago. Before we moved in, I was determined to paint the woodwork white. However, since I was pregnant at the time and had a two year old and a one year old to care for, you can understand why the woodwork never got painted.

Over the few years we've been here, the wood has kind of grown on me. My two major complaints are that it limits what paint colors I can choose and, well, there is a lot of wood!

I've been reading The Inspired Room and getting, well, inspired. I read a post where she showed her kitchen with a few cabinet doors removed and I thought, "Hey, I could do that!"

So, I did.

Feel free to ignore the light fixture that has needed to be fixed for quite a while!

Here are the details of my $10 Kitchen Makeover:

Two baskets from Goodwill-$3.00
Black Spray Paint - Already had.
Slim white vase from Goodwill-$0.49
Number 3 Sticker for Cooking Utensil Crock (not pictured)-$2.00

Well, look at that...the makeover cost me less than ten dollars. I was originally factoring in the cost of a can of spray paint, but since I already had it on hand...

I'm pretty excited about my "new" kitchen. I love seeing my white dishes! It may be silly, but it makes me smile!

**Ugh, I give up on trying to get the spacing right! Sorry!

One Proud Mama

2010-10-20T20:26:00.005-05:00

This is Ann dressed up for Hollywood Day at her school.

Early this evening, Tony and I headed over to Ann's school for our first parent-teacher conference. We both enjoyed learning more about what is in store this year for our favorite kindergartner.

Her teacher had so many great things to say about her progress. We were so very proud of her! In fact, the only thing she really needs to work on is not being such a perfectionist. (Noooo idea where she gets that. Ahem.)

Ann also recently wrapped up an excellent first soccer season. She had so much fun. Well, except for the getting kicked part. I can't say I blame her. A pack of four and five-year-old girls running around a field can be a bit scary. Some of them are rather high kickers. I wouldn't want to be kicked in the stomach, so I couldn't blame Ann for being a bit shy of the pack. I'm guessing in a year or two, that will wear off and she'll be right there in the midst of the action. She still loved soccer and we enjoyed watching the games.

In addition to soccer, Ann has been taking dance lessons. I love to see her twirl and leap around the house. I makes me smile. Her dance moves have also taken on a bit of an edge that makes me chuckle. I have to be careful not to laugh at her though, because I don't want to discourage her from her fun. Of course, sometimes, I join in with her. Fortunately she's still too young to realize that I'm a bit uncoordinated.

Now that I'm writing this all out, I realize Ann is a busy little girl. She's been doing Daisy Scouts and loving every minute. Most recently, they had a police officer come and explain safety tips to the girls. Ann soaked it all up. I'm just waiting for her to remind me to look both ways and not to talk to strangers!

This year is the first year we've participated in church on Wednesday nights. I'm teaching the first graders while Ann gets to attend the Kindergarten class. Sometimes the younger two go to the preschool class. They all love it. I'm so grateful for a church that we all like so much. We are blessed!

Tonight, while looking for some photos for Tony, I came across some old pictures of Ann. For a moment, my heart hurt a bit knowing that I'll never see her sweet baby face or her three-year-old self smiling at me. However, as I came upstairs and watched her with her brother and sister, I realized that I wouldn't' have her any other way. I'm so proud of the person she is becoming and I thank God for the honor of being her mama.

Ann, your daddy and I are so very proud of you. Keep up the good work and never forget who loves you most! Know He'll always be there for you while your daddy and I will do our best. We love you!

Sometimes...

2010-10-18T22:10:00.005-05:00

Someone else is behind the camera and I actually get a picture of me with my hubby!

That someone, (not sure who it was) snapped this picture of us while we were all in Colorado. So fun!

Wow, I Love Being a Mom!

2010-10-14T20:50:00.003-05:00

My friends who know me well, know that the past year hasn't been my easiest at being a mama to my sweet little ones. Overwhelmed would be a good way to describe it. I still wouldn't trade my job, but I won't lie and say it's been very easy this past year.

Such a positive way to start a post, right?

Well, the past few months have been much better and though we still have rough days, they are certainly much smoother than they were last year. I'd like to give our awesome parenting credit, but I'm pretty sure it's only God and the fact that He's allowed our kiddos to get older and mature! (Well, maybe a little bit is due to our parenting, ha, ha.)

Anyways, these past couple of nights, I've found myself thinking more than once that I feel incredibly blessed with this life of mine. How could I not when my night ended like this...

Little Jane was taking sweet forever to get to bed. I'd been patient, but as it was quickly approaching nine o'clock, I was also getting frustrated.

As I took her potty again, she said, "Mommy loves me, Daddy loves me..." She continued by naming her brother and sister. I asked her who loved her most of all and she replied, "Jesus and God loves me." Then, completely unsolicited, she said, "God makes me so happy!"

I'm pretty sure there aren't many better ways to end a long day then hearing your sweet toddler exclaim those words.

Me too, Baby Girl, me too.

Enjoying the Moment

2010-10-05T21:15:00.003-05:00

Tonight was one of those nights when I really just wanted them to go to bed already. I gave my children baths in record time and even brushed one kiddo's teeth while she was on the potty. (Yeah.)

However, by God's grace I was finally able to take a deep breath and slow down and enjoy them rather than endure them.

I was able to suppress a smile when my little man told me, "I love you two plus." He then went on to say that, "Daddy said two plus isn't a real number, but it is. It really is."

And because I knew that he thought "two plus" was the largest number ever, I said, "I love you two plus too." (Get it? He didn't, but he felt loved and that's what mattered!)

As I walked into my oldest daughter's room, she announced she had some songs to sing to me. So, I sat and I soaked in all her five-year-old cuteness. Her smile is precious with one front tooth missing and one slightly crooked because it's loose. She sang a song about coins and one about days of the week. (Those kindergarten teachers sure are clever!) I gave her one last hug and headed out.

However, as precious as those moments were, I still sighed a big sigh of relief when I realized my two year old had stayed in her room and presumably fallen asleep!

Yes, I'm grateful for the grace to enjoy the moments tonight, but I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't equally grateful for the peace and quiet the evening brings!

Good night!

Wednesday's Schedule According to Ann

2010-09-28T22:37:00.004-05:00

We have a dry erase board that from time to time I use to write out our day's schedule. I've noticed that my children do better when they know what to expect. This has been especially helpful on days when we have several different things planned!

Tonight, while we went about our usual evening routine (whatever that is), Ann asked if she could write on the board. I told her she could and later tonight, this is what I found:

Wisd

Sgl Ann

Sgl Chris

Jane Sad

Lizz

Her phonetic spelling makes me smile! I'm pretty sure I'm translating it right like this...

Wednesday

School Ann

School Chris

Jane Sad (Because she doesn't go to school)

Lizz (Apparently Ann doesn't know exactly how I'll spend my day!)

That girl never stops amazing me with the new things she learns. It tickles me to see her walk around so often with a notebook and pen. I have a feeling I did the same thing when I was her age.

Kindergartners are such fun!

A Way of Escape

2010-09-21T13:31:00.003-05:00

So, I might as well admit it, sometimes during Bible Study I'm making my grocery list or my to-do list. I know I shouldn't, but somedays I have a hard time focusing. Shocking, right?

Today was NOT one of those days.

I focused the entire time and only stopped to jot down prayer requests that were either shared or that popped into my head. (Whoa, sounds a little self-righteous!)

Anyways, the study was about sin. Near the end of the session, the speaker, via video, reminded us of I Corinthians 10:13. "No temptation has overtaken you except what is common to humanity. God is faithful and He will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation He will also provide a way of escape, so that you are able to bear it." (HCSB)

I zeroed in on that verse and knew God had something for me there. Then, it hit me.

I haven't been getting much sleep lately thanks to two of my little ones. Needless to say, my patience is wearing thin. This is especially the case when I'm putting the children to bed and my husband isn't able to be here to help. They aren't mellow kiddos. It isn't unusual for them to be going strong right up until they get into bed and crash. I'm not exactly the same way. I'd like to have an hour or so of calmer activity at our house before bed, but that doesn't happen without lots and lots of nagging on my part.

So, unfortunately, it happens more often than I'd care to publicly admit, that I snap at my children before they head to bed. I'm unkind. To sum it up, I'm sinful. Sure, it isn't that I totally lose it, but a few short words here and there add up. Last night, I'd barely uttered something like, "I don't want to be your mom right now!" when I was convicted and felt horrible.

After tucking everyone into bed, I felt defeated. How on earth was I going to have more patience with these children when their behavior so often tempted me to lash out with my tongue.

That Bible verse reminded me today that there is NO way on earth that I'm going to have more patience, but there is a way in heaven and He has promised a way of escape.

The other thing that caught my eye and worked it's way into my heart was that He promised to provide a way of escape in order to bear it, not to get away from it all! It doesn't mean that night time will go exactly as I plan with a few stories, a little devotion, hugs and kisses and lights out. No, there will still be children who need water and to go potty, etc., etc.

However, my God will provide me with a way to keep from sinning even when I'm about to lose it. He's promised me that and I'm holding Him to it!

Of course, I already had once chance as we left Bible study and two of my children started yelling in the car. In my head, I repeated over and over, "He'll give me a way of escape, He'll give me a way of escape." Lo and behold, He did and the incident passed.

Being impatient with my family NEVER helps the situation. Sure, I know I'll mess up plenty of more times, but today I'm choosing to be thankful that He has promised never to fail me, even when I fail miserably.

He is so good and I'm so grateful!

What does Usted rhyme with?

2010-09-09T20:57:00.003-05:00

According to my kindergartner, it rhymes with "you're dead."

A lesser known fact about me is that I was a Spanish minor in college. I figure that almost guarantees that my Spanish will be a bit better than my kiddos' Spanish, at least through their elementary years. (I hope!)

So, when Ann came home this afternoon sharing what she'd learned in Spanish class, I was happy to help her remember what the words meant.

"Hola Maestra," she said.

"Hello, Teacher," I translated. Ann then told me her teacher says, "Hola clase." (Pretty sure you don't need a translation on that one.)

The part that made me chuckle was when she kept repeating, "Usted, usted, usted."

I told her that is the formal usage of "you." She looked at me like I was crazy. I assured her that it was indeed what it meant. Tony backed me up.

Very seriously, she looked at me and said that it meant, "You're dead." I had to suppress a laugh! Apparently she's caught on that several words sound similar in Spanish and in English. Therefore, she is acting as her own translator.

Which I suppose should have me wondering why she'd want to be running around saying, "You're dead!"

Hmmm, those kiddos of mine sure keep me laughing and thinking!

Because It's Often a Thankless Job

2010-08-29T17:19:00.003-05:00

How often do your children tell you thank you for all you do to take care of them? For feeding them their greens instead of their beloved candy? For making sure they hold your hand when they cross the street and that they wear their helmets when they bike? Not often, right?

Though we work to develop grateful hearts within our children, it often seems they take so much for granted.

Yet, it is my hope that one day they will look at their daddy and have a new a understanding. An understanding that today he didn't have to take Chris on a long walk and stop to buy a treat. He wasn't required to ride bikes with Ann to the park where they played soccer. And, no one made him invite Jane along on his errands after he'd played soccer in the backyard with her. No, he did it because he doesn't simply take care of them, he cherishes them.

Even when they don't say thank you, yes even then.

So, from me, Thank You Tony for being such a wonderful father! Our kiddos are blessed!

Letting Moments be Moments

2010-08-24T14:17:00.002-05:00

Let me paint a little picture for you...

Earlier today, we left Bible study. I handed my two younger children their lunches. They happily munched while I drove and got a cold drink for me and a some juice for them...little treats for us all.

We happily listened to childrens music about dinosaurs, books, and doodle bugs. (A Laurie Berkner CD is one of their current faves.)

After glancing at the clock, I realized we had more than enough time to run the quick trip to the grocery store that I've been needing to do for a few days.

It's amazing that after having children for nearly six years and three children for two and a half years, that I somehow still think it's possible to have an uneventful trip to the store.

The shopping itself went rather smoothly. I may have mentioned a time or two that I wouldn't get the double seater cart next time if they didn't actually sit in it. Other than that, it was good. I let my little man pick out some yogurt and he thought he was big stuff.

By the time we'd checked out, I was nervously glancing at my watch. We had just enough time to load the kiddos and groceries and get to my son's school.

I was ten steps from the door when both of my children started asking for the bathroom. Well, truthfully, they asked earlier, but I assured them they could wait. It was clear from their faces they could NOT wait.

I sighed and headed to the bathroom. (Why do they always time these things so poorly?)

We went to the bathroom, little man to one stall and my two year old to another with me so I could help her. It turns out I wasn't much help. Somehow she got situated on the toilet so that she wet everything but the actual toilet. Her clothes, her shoes, my leg, and my shoes.

Now, in my head I was fuming, but my words were something like, "It's an accident, it happens to everyone sweetie." Of course, that isn't exactly true because I don't remember it happening to my other daughter, but I'm sure it happens. Again, I'm not sure why those things always happen when we're running late.

I got us both cleaned up and assured her that I had extra clothes in the van. I called for my son who loudly announced, "I'm going stinky." Of course he was. I saw a couple of people try not to grin or even act like they'd heard.

I sighed again and gave another glance at my watch.

A few minutes later I helped him wash his hands and we were off. I tossed the groceries and the kids in the car. (I was a bit more gentle with the kiddos.) I pushed that silly double seater cart right over my foot as I returned it to the cart corral. Perhaps that's why people don't return carts?

A woman noticed me get hurt and I simply mentioned it wasn't my day.

I slumped in the car and thought, "What did I just say?" Hadn't the earlier part of the day been just fine? Did the last ten minutes really define my day?

It was then I realized what has been one of my biggest challenges of parenting young children. I have a hard time remembering that moments are simply that, they are moments. It doesn't matter if they are filled with temper tantrums (mine and theirs), potty accidents, boo-boos, or otherwise. They are simply moments. Sure, some days have many, many more than others, but they still don't have to define our days.

I pondered that as I drove while once again jamming to some serious kids tunes. I took a deep breath and I put that moment behind us. As I did, I realized it was actually quite comical.

My son was on time for school. He walked in with a wave and a smile.

"Let moments be moments," is something I feel I'll probably be telling myself a lot from now on. Perhaps even a moment from now.

Silly Boy!

2010-08-23T21:26:00.004-05:00

A few nights ago, we were expecting Tony to be home from work any minute. Chris decided to hide from him. I believe he chose the first thing he saw as he headed out the front door.

Now, I better explain that while he was a bit frightened since he was stuck, he wasn't actually hurt. Also, he laughed at himself about being silly enough to do this. Finally, he agreed to try to smile for the picture so Daddy could see where he tried to hide. (So, as you can see, I was totally justified in taking this picture even though my son was in a bit of distress. He was no worse for the wear after I helped him out!) I have no doubt that he'll laugh at this picture for many years to come!

He does lots of goofy things, but this may be the silliest in a while. However, his Hide and Seek skills are much improved over the days when he would cover his own eyes to hide.

I sure love this little boy!

It's Finally Here

2010-08-18T13:26:00.003-05:00

As Ann walked into my room this morning, the first thing she said was, "Can you believe my first day of school is here?"

Of course, if you're a mama, you know that my immediate thought was, "No, I can't, not at all! Where did the past five years go?"

I just smiled and said, "No, I can't." Then, I sat on the edge of my bed and asked if I could hold her for a minute. She indulged me and I scooped her up. (No easy task these days. She is big!)

After a minute or two she scampered off to make her bed.

Eventually, we all headed downstairs where Tony made some peanut butter and jelly toast. I dished out some yogurt and topped it with sprinkles. All my kiddos thought that was a fantastic kick off to the school year. I figured we can only do ice cream so many mornings a year!

I did surprise Ann with our special red plate that so far has been reserved only for birthdays. I had a note on top that said, "Happy First Day of School! We love you!" I could tell she felt loved.

During breakfast I read them a picture book and a Bible story. I really hoped that would calm everyone down, but it didn't help much. They were just too excited. I finally relented and let them watch part of show after everyone was dressed and had their teeth brushed.

All five of us walked Ann to school. Ann is so blessed to have a daddy that will go to work late to be there for her special morning! (Thanks, Tony!)

Ann walked right in the front door and headed straight to her classroom. I thought it would take her a while to learn how to get there since she'd only been there once, but nope, she just walked right in and knew just where to go.

She deposited her stuff in her little locker. (Too cute!) We got pictures and then I went to hug her. She was preoccupied with her desk work, so I had to ask her to hug me. She did and when she did, I had to let go quickly because I was tearing up. So, I stood up and took a deep breath before heading out the door with the rest of my family.

It was a beautiful morning and on the walk home I didn't feel the slightest bit sad. My sweet girl is ready for this next adventure and so am I. (I think.)

Spoiled?

2010-08-12T23:32:00.002-05:00

I often wonder if our youngest will be spoiled from being the "baby." Her requests are granted a lot.

Still, when she looks at me with her sweet face and says, "I'm Sleeping Beauty. Do you want to dance?" What can I do? I dance.

I dance even if we happen to be in the Walmart bathroom waiting on her sister and brother. Yes, I dance and I don't care who is watching. My little princess won't be a little princess forever.

Will I Remember?

2010-08-10T22:37:00.004-05:00

As I sit here, I can't help but wonder if I'll remember...

Will I remember that right now Ann likes wearing shirts with butterflies (not live ones) on them? That she prefers cotton shorts to jeans shorts, skirts or dresses?

Will I remember that Chris prefers to wear his Toy Story and Super Man t-shirts and would really like a Bat Man t-shirt? That he likes to wear mesh shorts like his daddy has?

Will I remember that Jane insists on wearing dresses and and sparkly jelly sandals? That she likes to be called "Princess Jane."

Will I remember the details of our short visit to Chuck E. Cheese yesterday morning?

The children each got to pick out a prize and Ann was all about quantity. She chose two rings, a plastic fish and a plastic lady bug.

Chris wanted the inflatable hammer.

Jane was thrilled with a two-sided crayon. One side was purple, her favorite color.

Will I remember that Ann's favorite color is still pink?

That Chris's favorite color is simply not pink and not purple. All others are okay.

That Jane's favorite color is purple which she pronounces, "purkle."

No, I likely won't remember all these details and so I write them. I want to be able to share these little details with my children.. These little things that seem so trivial, but are the small things that are slowly revealing more and more of themselves to me and to the world.

Though I've noted that a big part of me is mourning my first child going off to school (so soon!?). The bigger part of me is excited to see what they will become.

I love those little ones right down to their seemingly silly preferences.

She's Growing Faster than I Think I Can!

2010-08-02T20:29:00.005-05:00

A favorite book of mine as a child was There's a Monster at the End of this Book. Lovable, furry old Grover from Sesame Street spends the pages of the book begging the reader not to turn the page because he is afraid of the monster at the end of the book. Of course, the delighted reader turns each page only to discover that an embarrassed Grover is in fact the monster at the end of the book. I'm sure I laughed every bit as much as my children do each time we read that story. Since the book is so special to me, I suppose it isn't surprising today that I feel a bit like Grover.

This morning, right before Ann's dentist appointment, I discovered that one of her top teeth is loose. I did the whole mom thing and shook my head in disbelief that she could be possibly losing her third tooth when she just finished teething, or so it seems.

I felt the same way last week when she discovered Silly Bandz. Now, she proudly sports a wrist full of those and other bracelets. How did my baby get in on a fad?!

I could go on and on about the things she does that make me realize that she is getting older and bigger. There is that little fact that she is soon going to full day kindergarten.

Meanwhile, I feel like Grover wanting to "block" her way. It isn't that I'm not happy for her and excited about all she has yet to discover, it's simply that like Grover, I'm a bit scared, for both of us. Until now, I've known what she is doing almost every minute of the day and that is now about to change.

So, like Grover I've wanted to keep her from turning the next "page." Of course, the pages of life must be turned. And so, the story goes on.

Yet, a week or two ago, I felt like Grover does at the end of the story...almost embarrassed. You see, as I drove along thinking about Ann going to school, I told God that I just love her so much and can't bear the thought of the world hurting her. Though I know it will and must happen, I still don't like to think about it. After I prayed those words, I heard Him whisper, "I love her more."

I couldn't help but smile and sit up a bit straighter. Though I can't understand it, I do believe it. God loves her more than I do. I know how much I love her so I know that's a whole lot. It's hard to be too frightened when I know she'll be constantly watched over by One who loves her more than I know.

I suppose it's time to switch my mindset to another favorite story from my childhood, "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...." I think I can be confident about my sweet girl going to school. It's going to be great!

He Knows How to Melt My Heart

2010-08-01T15:46:00.003-05:00

A couple of weeks ago, thanks to a great sale combined with a coupon, I became the lucky owner of a carpet cleaner. It's something we should have bought over five years ago. In fact, we should have been advised to put it on our baby registry, but that is besides the point.

I finally assembled the cleaner and used it this past week for the first time. My little man is enthralled with any type of tool and for him, vacuums and carpet cleaners qualify as tools. He loves using my beloved Dyson. He also likes using the hand held vacuum to clean our stairs. In fact, he likes this so much that he gets upset if I vacuum the stairs instead of him. He does a decent job so you better believe I let him do it whenever he wants as long as no one is sleeping.

As you can imagine, he was quite interested in the carpet cleaner. However, I told him that he was going to have to wait until he was older to use that one. He took it pretty well. He went off to play and came back a little while later.

"Mommy?" he asked.

"Yes?" I said.

"When I'm a daddy can I have one of those (carpet cleaner)?" He wanted to know.

"Sure buddy, " I replied.

"But Mommy, who am I going to marry?" He asked.

Thinking there might be a funny response I asked, "Well, who would you like to marry."

Very seriously he replied, "Well, I'd really like to marry you, but you're already grown up."

My heart melted on that very spot. Once I recovered, I told him that God would have a special wife just for him. I told him the most important thing was to have a wife who loved God. He looked at me and said, "I love God," and then he ran away to play.

Once again, my heart melted and I felt so very thankful for having that special little man in my life.

Out of Practice

2010-07-26T16:12:00.003-05:00

This summer has been a busy one? (Hasn't everyone's?)

Between vacations, Tony being out of town and early evening swim lessons, dinner has been hit or miss. All that to say I've done very little cooking that doesn't just involve making a sandwich or heating something up. That's why I'm pretty much feeling like a gourmet chef right now.

As I sit here, I have chicken in the crock pot and bread dough kneading in the bread machine. I've chopped the lettuce, carrots, celery and onions for our salad. I realize it's a very simple meal, but it's home cooked and more importantly it isn't pizza, macaroni and cheese, quick spaghetti, sandwiches, or gasp, hot dogs (and I'm not talking about the all beef variety).

Now, I do realize that since I've gotten a bit prideful about my meal prep, I'll more than likely fall back on Mickey Mouse chicken nuggets and tator tots tomorrow. Baby steps, right?

For now, I'm just wondering if I'll be able to convince Tony that I don't remember how to clean up the kitchen after all this time "off."

Happy Monday!

Princess Belly Button

2010-07-22T21:20:00.003-05:00

Our sweet Jane (2), has become quite fond of princesses. The same Disney princess that I was determined not to let my oldest daughter become obsessed with. (That's another story.) Lately, Jane has been pretending to be a princess and also pretending that I'm a princess.

"You're Sleeping Beauty," she'll say. "I'm Belle,"she'll explain. Then, she'll spend the rest of the day calling me Sleeping Beauty. If I call her by her name, she says, "I'm Belle."

Typically, Jane decides which princess she is by the color of clothing she is wearing. If it's pink she is Sleeping Beauty. If she is wearing a blue shirt, she is Cinderella and so on. Sometimes she is wearing princess pajamas and it makes it quite easy for her to decide who she is at the moment.

A few nights ago, as Jane was getting dressed for bed, I asked her which princess she was that night. She looked down at her bare belly and said, "Belly Button." Too cute. I love conversing with two year olds, especially my sweet two year old girl!

It's Going to Happen

2010-07-17T15:31:00.006-05:00

I haven't seen my big girl since Tuesday morning. It's Saturday afternoon and I'm anxiously waiting for her to finish the drive home with her great aunt. I've missed her presence tremendously!

The past few days without her have made her starting full-day kindergarten more of a reality. If you'd asked me two months ago how I felt about it, I would tell you how sad it makes me to think of my little girl getting so big. However, over the past few weeks I've caught her excitement.

I just love the back to school season. In fact, I just bought myself a new planner and the thought of filling it up with fun things makes me almost giddy. (Silly and maybe a bit pathetic, I know.) We've also already bought Ann's school bag. She really wanted a tote bag like her friend next door has. I attempted to get her to choose a sensible and quality back pack that would last a few years, but I had no luck. Fortunately, the bag she chose seems well made and was less than ten dollars!

The other day, I stooped and rested my chin on Ann's head. I told her that I thought I wanted to stop her from growing up and she could be a preschooler forever. She laughed and then looked at me very seriously and said, "It's going to happen." Yes, yes it is. Fortunately, she's more than ready and I'm getting there!

For now, we're going to enjoy these last few weeks of summer! Just as soon as my big girl gets home. I can't wait!

Patience

2010-07-15T20:14:00.004-05:00

Patience can sometimes be defined as waiting more than 24 hours to knock down a big sand castle.

At our recent family reunion, my little man had the honors of knocking down the castle some of my family had labored on for quite a while. To say he was excited is an understatement.

There are some things that only a young boy can truly appreciate.

Road Warriors

2010-07-13T17:00:00.007-05:00

Well, hello sweet blog of mine. Has it really been more than a month!?

A month goes by quickly when it includes lots of summer fun including more than 3,000 miles logged in a minivan with three children ages 5 and under.

Now that we are home from our second and final big road trip of the summer, I'm left pondering some big questions. Mainly, I'm wondering how in the world we fit all of this stuff into a minivan!

Not pictured are various other small bags and of course three children and their parents! (The dog didn't make the cut. He took his own little vacation at the kennel. Poor guy!)

The house is a mess, but the van is now nice and tidy!

The other big question I'm wondering is who these people are that made it into our vacation pictures. They are standing in line getting tickets to ride up the St. Louis Arch. Our camera was in the hands of our five-year-old. Apparently, this seemed worth remembering to her. It makes my husband and I chuckle. (Hmm, I wonder if they mind being remembered on my blog?)

My third and final question I'm thinking about is whether the fact that one of the first things I did upon getting back from a big road trip was take a picture so I could blog, means that I'm back to blogging regularly. I guess time will tell.

In the meantime, I have a husband asking, "Are you seriously going to blog right now?"

If you'll excuse me, I've got some unpacking to ignore while we visit Chick-fil-A and go swimming. Priorities, you know!

A Reminder from the Crib

2010-06-09T21:14:00.002-05:00

What a day! The day started with a bed wetting incident that I had to clean up. I recall that there was some other crisis but I don't remember exactly what it was!

We progressed on to the older two kids going to Vacation Bible School and Jane and I heading to Walmart to replace the tire that blew out on the way home from church yesterday afternoon. (Thankfully we were all safe and both a friend and a state trooper came to our aid.)

By the time I had finished at Walmart and ran another errand, it was time to pick up Ann and Chris. It took me about two seconds to see that they'd had an amazing time and it was going to be a long afternoon.

Sure enough it was. It was made longer by the fact that Tony is flying home today and won't be home until well after the children are asleep.

So, imagine my surprise when Jane chose tonight of all nights to demonstrate her ability to climb out of her bed and open doors.

Bed time was quite the three ring circus. Yet, in the middle of it all, I was reminded of something--it won't always be this way.

As I hauled Jane's crib mattress out of her bed I became nostalgic. That crib has been a constant in our house for over five and a half years. Yet soon, it will come down and be passed along to someone who needs it.

In the midst of a night full of tears and frustration (mine and theirs) that crib served as a reminder of how fleeting this time is. Yes, there are days like today that are hard, so hard. But, all in all, this is such a sweet, sweet time.

So, as I took another look at that crib and at the sweet face of my youngest sleeping on a mattress on the floor, I sighed.

I headed back into the two rooms of my older children and smiled through gritted teeth as I reminded them I loved them. In other words, I was "faking it until I made it."

Do you know what? Eventually my smile became genuine and I was reminded of how blessed I am.

Not more than five minutes passed until my son disobeyed and came out of his room and downstairs to find me. This time my perspective was right. Though I still had to discipline him, somewhere in my mind I was able to remember that one day I will miss that little curly head coming down the stairs for one more hug or to tell me something "really important."

Thank you, Lord for using a crib to remind me of what's really important. (Not necessarily the things my son says to delay bed time!" I am blessed.

Too Many Favorite Pictures!

2010-06-03T14:25:00.003-05:00

This picture is definitely one of my newest favorites.

Part of what I like best is that my girls were sitting together when I took the picture. (Obviously.) The point is that normally I have to ask them to sit together to get a picture like this. In this case, they were already snuggling while watching a movie.

Love it! (And them.)

Things I Learned Today

2010-05-31T18:48:00.004-05:00

This Memorial Day was one of a few firsts for me...

I learned that hot air balloons only launch in the best of weather. If you take your three children very early in the morning to a Hot Air Balloon Festival and the skies look rather stormy, you probably won't see any hot air balloons. However, you might get to enjoy a new park and have fun visiting with a handful of other families who were also quite optimistic about seeing hot air balloons. (In addition, your husband will greatly appreciate sleeping late.)

It is possible for a car (ours) to show up on the stolen car list even though you've owned it for six years. In fact, it's possible for two police cars and one police motorcycle to pull you over while you innocently drive to Walmart to buy cages for your tomato plants. It's still bizarre to think it happened. I truly had no idea why the officer pulled me over and he wouldn't tell me right away. Fortunately everything got cleared up and I didn't have the kids with me. Still very weird.

The Chick-fil-A parking lot is actually not too bad of a place to see a concert. We enjoyed hearing Phil Stacey before heading in for our chicken fix.

Target's return policy stinks. If it's no longer "in their system" there is nothing they can do about it unless you have the receipt. (Of course the item was a birthday gift for my son and he already had the toy. We didn't have the receipt or we would of used it!)

Target can have whatever dumb policies they want, because we all know at the end of the day I'm still going to shop there all the time, for everything. Sigh.

And finally, regardless of all the bad things that go on in our country, I'm still very, very glad to call this home. I'm also very grateful for all those who serve our country and keep us safe.

Happy Memorial Day!

If You're the Only Boy

2010-05-29T06:00:00.000-05:00

You get creative. If you need to fly and there are nothing but fairy/butterfly wings available, you grab the least offensive color and make the best of it. Then, you promptly strap on a belt and tuck in your sword.

A boy has gotta do what a boy has gotta do.

Buck's New Friend

2010-05-28T16:17:00.006-05:00

We've added to our family and we're pretty excited about her. Her name is Daisy and while we're thrilled to give her a home, it is bittersweet since we adopted her from a family who was moving and couldn't take her with them.

Calling her Buck's new friend is a bit of stretch, but the rest of us are happy about her!

In fact, today when I asked Jane my customary, "Who loves you," she said, "Mama." Then, in an excited tone that clearly implied she'd thought of something better, she said, "Daisy!"

I said, "Daisy loves you?"

Jane replied, "Uh-huh, soooo much!" Too cute!

We love that our kiddos can grow up with pets. It's such a treat.

Oh and Buck, don't worry old dog. You are irreplaceable.

Asking Her Father for Help

2010-05-25T20:25:00.004-05:00

If my kids aren't doing something crazy, funny or just plain cute, then they are saying something crazy, funny or just plain cute. For quite a while, I've been meaning to jot down some of the things they say. Of course, by the time I make time to do just that, I've forgotten what they said! However, today was different. I knew I didn't want to forget what my daughter said.

Due to some poor planning on my part, we found ourselves south of town on an empty stretch of highway with very little gas. I was starting to get worried that we might actually run out of gas and said so out loud. After just a few minutes (during which I was praying), my five year old daughter said, unprompted, "God will help us."

After we talked for a bit I learned that she had been praying "in her mind" that God would help us make it to the gas station. A few minutes later I saw the sign that the nearest gas station was only four miles down the road. I smiled, but not just because I was pretty certain we weren't going to be stranded on the side of the road. Rather, I smiled because my daughter knew what to do in a time of need.

Watching her learn to read has been a thrill, but it's nothing compared to seeing her learn to ask her Father for help. Talk about a great day!

My Favorite Picture of the Big Kids

2010-05-20T07:52:00.005-05:00

I took this on a recent trip to Colorado. The kids loved hiking! (Calling it hiking was a stretch, but hey, it's a start!)

We were pleasantly surprised to see how long the kids wanted to explore and take in the new sites of Colorado. (A bit different from the Midwest!)

Big Girl is Getting Bigger!

2010-05-19T20:24:00.004-05:00

Lately, I'm learning that it really is true when they tell you the years go by so quickly. They do!

A little over a week ago, my oldest child finished up Preschool. It's been a little over eight months since she posed for this picture. It was her first day of school! She was so excited!

Here she is eight months later eating ice cream after her last day of school. I told her if she keeps looking so old, I'm going to stop taking her picture. (That was a big fat lie if I ever told one!)

Finally, here is our big girl showing off her Pre-Kindergarten certificate.

Even as I sit and look at these pictures, I can't help but smile. It's hard to be sad about time going so quickly when your heart is bursting with pride. I'm not sure why God chose me to be this girl's mama, but it's an honor!

We love you "Big Girl!"

Good Night Traditions

2010-05-12T18:04:00.002-05:00

I've sung "Jingle Bells" to my children at night more times than I'd ever imagined possible. Yet, I wouldn't trade those precious before-sleep moments for anything. Read more here.

Defining a Bad Day

2010-05-11T21:29:00.003-05:00

My oldest daughter recently overheard me talking with a friend who was having a rough day. After we left my friend, my daughter asked me why my friend was having a bad day. I responded that mommy's sometimes have rough days.

"Kids sometimes have bad days too," said Ann.

"Oh really," I replied.

"Yes. Like when we don't get a toy we want or something like that," she explained.

I chuckled to myself as I thought about how life would be so easy if that was an adult's biggest concern.

Later, I recalled the conversation, again laughing at what Ann considered to be a bad day.

A moment later my laughter stopped and it was though someone had thrown cold water on my face. Hadn't my daughter summed up what makes a bad day? Isn't it a bad day when we don't get what we want? Doesn't that truly sum up bad days for adults as well as children?

Of course, those desires may be something that is completely understandable such as health, a job, or something more trivial such as peace and quiet while making dinner. Still, at least for me, my bad days typically involve me not getting what I want.

That daughter of mine is one smart and observant kiddo. God sure is teaching me a lot through my little ones.

Time to Lace Up

2010-05-08T19:04:00.004-05:00

Today marked the first time I went on a walk with one of my children when I was the one who had to struggle to keep up. To be fair, Ann was riding her bike and I made the mistake of thinking I would just walk and keep up with her. That isn't easy to do when you're wearing sparkly flip flops and jeans!

As I trailed behind her, I couldn't help but think how much our ride/walk symbolized my life as a mother right now. Slowly but surely, I'm leaving the season of sippy cups and afternoon naps. (I hope that completely leaving behind afternoon naps will be very slow in coming!) Sometimes I find myself struggling to keep up.

Often, I'll be getting ready to do something for one of my children and they will have already done it. My oldest makes her bed, fills her water cup, feeds the dog, sets the table, sorts her laundry and more. Yes, I like that she does these things. After all, we've trained her to do them. However, with each new skill she learns, I'm reminded that she is ever so surely decreasing her dependence on me. Of course, that is how it is supposed to be and I have every intention of celebrating with her even if I occasionally wipe away a tear or two.

This week we will be going to her end-of-year PreK program. She is registered for Kindergarten and I know it won't be long until we're shopping for school supplies and packing her lunch for her first day of school. You see my thoughts haven't kept up with her development. In my mind she is still a three-year-old meeting her little sister for the first time as she holds her one-year-old brother's hand. She is the two-year-old who eagerly anticipated our move back to Kansas. She is the one-year-old who had a most impressive vocabulary. In my head, she is most definitely not a five-and-a-half-year-old who grows less dependent by the day.

Apparently my mind is wearing some flip flops. I suppose it's time to get myself in a running-shoe frame of mind. After all, as much as I'm going to miss these toddler/preschooler days, I sure don't want to miss any of the fun that's sure to come.

Time to lace up.

More Than Enough

2010-05-07T19:33:00.002-05:00

Whew! What a day!

The day started with my son spilling water on my cell phone. (It survived.) From there it progressed to a potty-training toddler who missed the toilet and somehow managed to get some poo stuck underneath a door. (Seriously?!)

Unfortunately, I didn't take the hint and craw back in bed. Instead, we headed to a meeting about one of our kiddos to find out if maybe we should be taking more action or getting more assistance with said kiddo's behavior. Instead of learning anything new, I left feeling very, very frustrated. I felt as though I'd wasted two hours and had no new insight into how to best help my child.

So, as I drove home to where my friend was watching my other two children, I took a deep breath. I prayed and realized that God will help us to train our children in the way He wants them to go. Now, though I became more peaceful I was still frustrated.

Later on in the day, Tony called to check in and see how things were going. At the time, they weren't going so well. However, he also had called to inform me that he had been given a surprising and generous raise.

Though I couldn't be more proud of Tony, it was something else that struck me as I hung up the phone. I knew in that way that I'm not quite able to describe in words, that God was reminding me that He loves me. He is taking care of things even when I don't realize it. Though I might be looking for one answer and focused on what I'm not getting (answers to my child's behavior) He is reminding me of how much He loves me and will always take care me.

So, I'm not ending the day any closer to answers for how to best train our child. However, I am very much reminded of how much God loves me and how freely He gives. (Both materially and spiritually.) That is more than enough.

Don't Advertise Your Own Stupidity, Blah, Blah, Blah

2010-05-06T21:35:00.002-05:00

Okay, so I probably shouldn't admit this, but this is the following email I just sent to my husband.

"I just got a toilet brush stuck in the toilet. Yes, yes I did.

Who does that?

So, yes, I'm once again the damsel in distress who needs your help, because clearly you don't have enough to do that you need to come home after way too many hours at work and fix the toilet.

I love you."

Um, yeah. I have no idea how it happened other than I guess I got put a little too much elbow grease into cleaning the toilet and the brush slipped down the hole and got stuck. Seriously, who does that?

Growing up, my mom always used to tell us what her dad told her--"don't advertise your own stupidity." I agree, unless of course, others might get a laugh at your expense. I know I sure did. Though that little mishap pretty much ended a not so hot day, I couldn't help but laugh.

Seriously, who does that?

Loving Our Little Man

2010-05-03T22:17:00.006-05:00

The closer something is to my heart, the harder it seems to be for me to put that something into words. (It's even hard for me to come up with a clever way to begin that something!) What could be closer to a momma's heart than her son?

My middle child, my only son, turned four today. I woke up before five this morning. I tossed and turned as I thought back to that morning four years ago when our little man finally made his debut into the world.

All day I've composed letters to him in my head about how special he is and how much his daddy and I love him. However, we've been so busy celebrating his little life that I've yet to sit down and actually um, write the letter.

Now that I have the time, I don't have the energy!

We started celebrating Chris's birthday on Wednesday night. We gave him gifts from us as well as those from his grandma and aunt who'd sent them early. We ate his requested dinner of macaroni and cheese, pickles, and mustard. (Well, he ate that. Some of us modified the meal. And by modify I mean ate something entirely different, but whatever.)

Saturday morning, the five of us boarded a plane and headed to Colorado where we're enjoying a wonderful visit with my mom and stepdad. Our visit has included hiking, parks, cake and presents galore, and of course, a birthday party.

Without a doubt, the highlight of this trip, for me, has been seeing the look on my little man's face while everyone focused on him and sang "Happy Birthday." He was so excited. I suppose being the middle child, and a rather rambunctious boy at that, means he tends to get more negative than positive attention. Poor guy. (We need to work on that!) He has certainly enjoyed every minute of this long weekend.

Four years ago today my life forever changed as I became the mother of a son. Words can't explain what that means, but I sure hope the hugs, kisses, and conversations (as well as the discipline) help him know that his momma (and daddy) love him deeply!

Happy Birthday, Little Man! We love you!

Praying Before Dinner

2010-04-24T20:13:00.004-05:00

Disclaimer: The above picture has nothing to do with the following story. However, I thought the picture of her in her Easter dress and hunting for eggs was too cute not to share!

Tonight, before we all dug into our spaghetti, I asked who would like to pray. Jane said, "I do!"

Before she even started to speak, Ann leaned over and said, "Say thank you for Ann." She did as Ann asked.

Not to be outdone, Chris leaned over and said, "Say thank you for Chris." Once more Jane complied.

Then, since no one was giving her any more ideas, she said, "Thank you for Jane's water. Thank you for Ann's water." On and on it went until she was encouraged by us to also say thank you for her food.

So sweet! I need to get a video of her in all her cuteness!

Three Different Kiddos

2010-04-23T20:59:00.002-05:00

I'm always amazed at my three children. No matter how much they look alike (and people say that a lot), they are quite different.

So, I just had to chuckle the other day when I gave them a choice of sandwiches for lunch.

"Would you like peanut butter and jelly or turkey?" I asked.

"Turkey," said Ann.

"Peanut butter and jelly," said Chris who generally just likes to be contrary.

"Jellybeans!" chimed in Jane.

Even when I only give them two choices, they somehow manage to all be unique.

Oh, and that Jane, she keeps us laughing. She smiled the minute she said jelly beans knowing she was being oh, so funny. It's probably a good thing I didn't have any jelly beans in the house. Her dimpled grin gets me every time. Who knows, I just might have tossed a jelly bean or two into her sandwich.

I love my silly, sweet, and very unique little and not-so-little ones!