Tuesday, March 31, 2009
**Upon noticing the headband falling out of the drawer onto the floor
Princess: Mommy, I need your headband because my hair keeps getting in my face
Me: No, you don't, your silly-I'm brushing your hair
Princess: Mommy, I need it. AND it's the color of your hair
Me: That headband is NOT the color of my hair-that headband is Gray
Princess: Yes it is Mommy, it's the color of your hair
Me: My hair is brown, thank you very much!
Just so you know, there was only one gray hair found on my head and it was discovered by my hairdresser and promptly removed by her.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Then, when I got home I got an e-mail from The Prince's teacher reporting that he is not doing what he is supposed to be doing in school today.
Then, I got a call from my Dad, he was in a bad mood from something that went on today so that brings me down.
And then, finally (well for now anyway) I got a call from the Prince's step-mom saying that football practice would be starting tomorrow and she would come and pick him up at 4:30 then take him to practice at 6:00 and then return him at 7:15 on my weeks, two times per week. And then games are on Friday's. Ummm, I don't think so! I will be taking him to practice on my weeks so that will be an added stress, but at least I am not without my boy for that many hours. I am extremely selfish with my time with my boy. His friends always want him to come over to play and I have the hardest time letting him go. I only see him half the time in a month already, it is so hard to relinquish any extra time that I may have with him.
As I was writing this my best friend from Boston called me. When I heard her voice I started crying. I told her all about my terrible day and just talking to her made me feel better.
I just got off the phone with another friend and we are going to have a playdate tomorrow. The Lord sure knew who to send me to change my day from terrible to much better. Thank you friends!!!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The beginning of the end
We witnessed it with our own eyes
it was scary, you'll just have to see it for yourself...
His sister was more than happy to create a soft landing spot for him-made up of and Elmo chair and a blanket "Come on jump you can land here"
Immediate action had to be taken, so that we knew everyone would be safe. We took the bunk beds apart to ensure the safety and well being of the
daredevil little sweetheart.
This is the room before the incident (with the slide out bed on the floor.)
This is the room tonight after they finally went to sleep
There is some rearranging to be done like headboards and foot boards and railings but it is good for now. We are down one boy tonight-he is at his Dad's, this arrangement may not work when he comes back- the excitement may send
me them over the edge.
He has a future in Hollywood as a stunt man or maybe skydiving instructor. Not exactly what I had hoped for....
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Later she comes up to me and says "When is the boy coming?"
Me: "What boy?"
Princess: "The boy who likes green..."
Clearly I need to explain this holiday further, she is definitely confused.
Hope you had a great St. Patrick's Day! I made Corned beef and cabbage in the crockpot which the kids would not eat (that's nothing new!) and we wore our green shirts. That was the extent of today's festivities. Tomorrow I get to get my hair cut-it has been soooo long since I have been. I can't wait!!!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Us with our Husbands- from the left Matt, Mike and Brad (Erika's Husband was putting their baby to bed)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
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Philippians 2:14-15, "Do all things without murmurings and disputing: that ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God without rebuke,in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world."
Psalm 106:25, "They murmured in their tents, and hearkened not unto the voice of the Lord." Read the story in Numbers chapter 14, especially verses 2 and 27.
Where were the people complaining? In their tents, which were their dwelling places in the wilderness. Where does most complaining happen? In the home. But what does it do? It tears down the home, whether we complain about our circumstances, the work we have to do, or our husband. Not only do the walls of our home hear it, but our children hear it--and God hears it!
The children of Israel murmured and complained against Moses and Aaron, but when God heard it, He said they were complaining against Him. God says in Numbers 14:27, "How long shall I bear with this evil congregation, which murmur against Me? I have heard the murmuring of the children of Israel, which they murmur against Me." Stop press! Help! When we murmur and complain about all our problems, God hears it as murmuring against Him.
The ten spies had returned from spying out the land of Canaan. It was a land flowing with milk and honey, but they complained about the fortified cities and the giants they would have to fight. It looked impossible! Even after all the miracles of coming out of Egypt and provision in the wilderness, they did not believe God could help them. They blamed Moses for bringing them out of Egypt. They complained that all their children would be taken as salves.
What happened? God told them, "Get back into the wilderness..." He told them that they would all die in the wilderness and their children who they complained would be taken as slaves would be the ones who would go into this magnificent land. Where do we end up when we complain? In the wilderness.
Wives and mothers,
we take our families into
a wilderness journey
when we complain!
The root of complaining is unbelief. "Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?" The Israelites cried out in unbelief. (Psalm 78:19). "How could we ever have another baby?" you cry out in unbelief. "We can hardly make ends meet now!" "How can we afford to educate our children?" "How can I put up with this little house any longer? I need more room" And so it goes on.
Here's a good habit to start. Change every sigh into a Hallelujah! Every time you are tempted to complain, turn your heart to the Lord and acknowledge His power and His presence. "Thank you, Lord, I trust you. I know that you are ordering my footsteps. I thank you that you are with me in these circumstances." It will take time to establish this new habit, but keep at it.
It doesn't mean that your circumstances will necessarily change, but you will change. God promises in Isaiah 43:1-3 that when you pass through the waters, that "I will be with you. They will not overflow you." God says that when you go through the fire that "You will not be burned, neither shall the flame kindle upon you."
What is our confession? "I'm going through a fiery trial. I don't know how I can make it." Or, "Thank you, Lord, no matter how hot it gets, I will not be burned because you are with me!"
I remember when complaining as a young child that my mother would immediately direct me to think about those who were poor and suffering in the world and didn't have all the blessings that I had. It's not a bad idea. There are millions in the world who live in abject poverty, without running water, adequate food, shelter or any of the basic amenities of life which we are used to. My husband, who has ministered in the slums of India and many third world countries, often says, "Just to live in a tent in America makes you a millionaire!"
I think about the Karen people, the displaced people of Burma who have been fighting a genocidal war against them from the Burmese government for over 50 years. We complain about keeping up with homeschooling. The Karen try to school their children while they live in hiding. We complain when things are not just as we want them when we give birth. Many Karen mothers give birth while running from the enemy. No time for recovery. No time for relaxing with their baby. No gifts. No excited calls from family and friends.
The wife the founder of the "Free Burma Rangers" shares about the love, forgiveness and generosity of the Karen, even in the midst of suffering and hardship. She says, "The gifts they gave were of themselves--their time, energy and love. In my experience in the West it is easier to go to the store and buy a trinket as a gift. For this reason I have chosen to raise my children in this war. The influence of these people is something I have never experienced anywhere else."
Love from NANCY CAMPBELL
"Oh Lord, I find it so easy to complain. Please give me strength to create a new habit of praising instead of protesting, gladdening others instead of grumbling and being content instead of complaining. Amen."
"Not for the lip of praise alone,
Nor e'en the praising heart
I ask, but for a life made up
Of praise in every part!"
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Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Her puppy (pretend) she asked for
Teamwork to open their big present
A little people train set
Happy Birthday Jesus! Lots of sprinkles!!!!
The blanket the Prince made for the boys
Thursday, March 12, 2009
****UPDATE**** It sold within 5 hours for full price to the first person intersted. We then had 6 other inquiries before 11pm. It had only been on Craigslist for only 9 hours. Craigslist is awesome!!!
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My shirt says "God is Love"
...So does Daddy'sBulldozers shirt says "Stick with Jesus" with a picture of drum sticksThe munchkin in his jammies-his shirt says "pick Jesus" and has a picture of a guitar pick Her shirt says "Some day my Prince will come"
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
This kid should be on a commercial!
Monday, March 9, 2009
They have to be this cute or else we would never forgive them for the shenanigans!Who said it was okay to get on the table??? Dangerously close to the edge