Saturday, June 28, 2008

It's done!!!!!


The girls fighting with two of our garage sale items. Can you guess WHY the sword were in the garage sale?? Huh? Three guesses...




Ronda came by to offer moral support!




Evidently you had to wear pink in order to have a garage sale!




Too cool for school....


Where there is a will there is a way...

At one point, there were cars all the way up the street!



A princess was the cashier!!!!!


Jenn set up a lemonade stand for the kids. Best thing ever. That was their favorite part.



We did it. We had 5 families, and we had a great time. It was *HOT* (oh hot hot hot) and busy, but we all did well. I think we made enough to buy our paint! $370.00 total for us!!!

Our friends were priceless and precious. We worked so hard, but had fun too. I'm actually not sure if I'll do this again next year. My goal is to not accumulate things so that we don't need to sell anything.

Although.... we told the kids they could choose ONE treat for cleaning out their rooms. We went to Target and they got their treat. I got a new pair of shoes... :) On the way home, we couldn't get into our driveway, because Hannah Home was there getting the leftovers. So we drove up to another garage sale in our neighborhood. (whispering) * i bought a purse* It's okay. This is how we do it. Cheap in/cheap out!!!!

We even saw some people at Target that had been at our garage sale!!!!

It was fun. I am tired. I have the best friends in the world. If we can have a blast having a garage sale, we can have fun anywhere!

Friday, June 27, 2008

I wonder

if these pictures are enough to keep me from doing a garage sale next year??

Probably not. We'll see how much we make.





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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I am an antique


I got this ring today at the thrift store. It's 10k, and it was only $28. Besides that, I am an absolute lunatic for antique jewelry. I can't actually afford antique jewelry, but I love it anyway. I get lucky every now and then at the thrift store.


(I got my sapphire band at the thrift store too. I had wanted one since we were married to go with my wedding set. I perused Ebay, looked at jewelry stores and decided that I would never be able to afford a band of sapphires. Last year, I was at the Alabaster Galleria, and saw a band of sapphires. It was too big and set in yellow gold, but they were real and it cost $60. I was beside myself. I love the thrift...)



Anyway, I spotted this ring at the thrift, and I just fell in love with it. I reminded me of my great grandmother. It was only $28, and I had a secret stash, so it was perfect. On the way home, I realized that I am truly an antique.




I took this http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/index.php quiz this morning. I scored a 99. Um, 1930's here I come.



I've always wanted to live in a different era. The roaring 20's. Oh me. I think I was the only one in honor's English that flew through Hemingway. And read more than they were supposed to. Or the 40's. Oh the fashion. I love the 50's with the perfectly dressed housewives who vacuumed in their high heels. They played bridge and worried about ring around the collar. That's about as far as I'd want to go. As much as I am still a little bit of a hippie, the 60's and 70's don't do a lot for me.



I'm an antique at heart. So that's why my sweet little ring just made me a happy camper today. I look at it and think that it's okay to be antiquated. My role as a wife and a mother were created by God, and He knows best. (Father knows best, you know...) I love that He created these sweet roles for women to embrace, knowing that it provided them with fulfillment and peace.




I've noticed so much lately a disdain for those roles. As a result, women are trying to be women and men, and are suffering because of it. It's just not how God created the family to be, and it makes me sad to see the further breakdown of the family unit in this country.





Ah well, never mind all that. My little ring reminds me that it's okay to love just being a wife and a mom. And it's okay to be a throw back to simpler times. That's where my heart is. Those simple times. Those antique times.
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Sunday, June 15, 2008

We got a slip and slide

It's a video. Click the arrow.


Thursday, June 12, 2008

A dose of reality






I wonder if this picture will get me to stop eating??? The irony is that I'm holding a cookie!!! :):):)
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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Something to ponder

I haven't read it all yet. I put it here so I can come back when it's quite (HA!) and take it all in...

Dear Members of the World,
I'm just a guy, nobody really. Son of a preacher and missionary. Years and years of Vacation Bible Schools, summer camps, youth ski trips, puppet shows, revivals, choir trips - you name it. Even went to a Christian college and got a degree in religion. I ended up in the business world, but I spent two decades tithing, sitting on committees, teaching Sunday School, going to seminars and conferences, etc. I even met my wife in the single's class at church. I'm not a bad guy, I've been mostly behaving myself and everybody seems to like me. I do some good stuff here and there.

But lately I've been trying to understand Jesus more and stuff I never noticed before has really started to bug me. I've been taking a look around and I'm having a hard time making sense of what it is we've built here. So, it just seemed like, whether anybody else says it or not, I need to take responsibility for the part I played and say what I have to say.

Here we go ...

I know you think that Christians are a big bunch of hypocrites. We say we're more "religious" and we're going to heaven and you're not, and then we drive our big shiny cars with little fishies on the trunk and cut you off in traffic as we race by the homeless guy on the corner. We average just 2% of our money to church and charity, despite that we say the Bible is the word of God and it says we're supposed to give everything. On average, we buy just as many big screen TVs and bass boats and fur coats and makeup and baseball cards and online porn as anybody else. Maybe more. You've seen leader after leader end up in jail or court or a sex scandal of one sort or another.

Well ... you're right. We're guilty of all of it. We've done it all. And, I'm really sorry.

You see our cheesy TV shows and slick guys begging for money and you get that there's something seriously sneaky and wrong here. A high-pressure call for money so they can stay on the air? Were we supposed to use Jesus as just another form of entertainment? Who do we think we're kidding? Where's Jesus in all this? Aren't we supposed to rely on him? Isn't He going to meet our needs if we're inside His will?

What happened to sacrifice and suffering and helping the poor? I'm just sick about this. I mean, the church leaders, they're not all bad guys, there are lots and lots of really hard-working well-meaning folks who love and care and are meeting real needs in the community. Some of them understand and love Jesus - but I'm just real sure [u]those[/u] pastors don't drive Bentley's, have multi-million dollar homes and their own lear jets! I mean, what "god" are we worshipping? Money? Ego? Power?

You see our massive shiny new buildings all over the place. Heck, maybe we even kicked you out of your house so we could expand our parking lots. You can't figure out why we need four different Christian churches on four corners of the same intersection. We've got playgrounds and bowling alleys and basketball leagues. We've got Starbucks coffee in the sanctuary. We've got orchestras and giant chandeliers and fountains out front. We've got bookstores full of "jesus junk" with every imaginable style and flavor of religious knick-knack. But where's Jesus? Is this what HE wanted?

Oh, sure, there are good folks all over and not every church is such a mess, but Christians are the ones that say we're supposed to be "One Body." So even the good ones are guilty of not putting a stop to it sooner. We were supposed to keep each other in line and not tolerate factions and dissensions and greed and idolatry and all this other bad stuff. Man, we really blew it! We've got 33,000 denominations and most of them won't talk to the other ones. We lose over $5 million a day to fraud from "trusted" people inside the church! We spend 95% of all our money on our own comforts and programs and happy family fun time shows and we let 250 MILLION Christians in other countries live on the very edge of starvation. Not to mention the billion or so that have never even once heard of Jesus - or the homeless guy downtown we almost ran over when we cut you off.

We're as guilty as we can be. All of us. Nobody is exempt. We should have put a stop to it a lot sooner. But I can't apologize on behalf of anyone else. This is about me.

I know that you might have gone to church as a kid and stopped going as soon as you could. I know that you might even have been abused by somebody in the church! Maybe we got you all fired up and then just let you drift off like we didn't really care. Maybe you just don't fit our "profile." You might have piercings and purple hair or tattoos or been in jail -- and somewhere inside you just know that even if you wanted to go to church one Sunday, it would not go well. I'm sorry for that. Jesus loves you. He always hung out with the most unexpected people. He had the biggest heart for the folks everybody else tried to ignore. What have we done? We've told you to put on a sweater and some loafers or you can't go to heaven. I just want to throw up.

Look, I know you're mad. And you have a right to be. We've done you wrong for a LONG time now. There's some things about Jesus that people need to hear, but we've buried a beautiful masterpiece under hundreds of layers of soft pink latex paint. If you have a Bible handy, look up Matthew 23. (If you don't, you can look it up here - www.BibleGateway.com .) Find it? Read it carefully, the Pharisees were the "religious" people of the day, the leaders of the faith. In this chapter Jesus SEVEN times says how pitiful and wretched and cursed they are for what they're doing to the people they're supposed to be leading. He even calls them "white washed tombs of dead mens bones" and a "brood of vipers"! I don't have time here, but read it and see if we're not doing EVERY single one of those things. Jesus can't possibly be happy about what we've done to you.

Sure, we like to kid ourselves and pretend everything is OK - but it's not. We're hated. Now, please understand, Jesus was hated, too. But that was because he said hard things and sometimes people don't like hearing the Truth. And he promised we would be hated if we were like him. But that's not why we're hated at the moment. We're hated right now because we're a giant pack of lying hypocrites that say one thing and do something else altogether. If we were hated because we were like Jesus, that would be one thing, but that's not it at all. You see right through our happy music and fluffy services and you can tell there's something desperately wrong here. We're no different than anybody else - except that we say we're better than you.

It was never supposed to be like this. Jesus asked us to care for the widows and orphans, to feed the hungry, care for the sick, visit those in prison, reach the lost. He wanted us to love our enemies and pray for them. He cared about human justice and suffering, the lost and lonely. But I don't think He would have marched on a picket line - He had His mind on much bigger problems. He wanted us to focus on the eternal things, not the everyday. He never once said to go into all the world and build big buildings and divide up into factions and buy Bentleys. Just the opposite! I get that you're mad at us and I think you have a right to be, but please understand, you're mad at what we've made under our own power, you're mad at "Churchianity." That's different than Christ and what he wanted. Don't be mad at Jesus! This mess wasn't His idea!

Look, I'm really sorry. I accept responsibility for my part in having hurt you. But I'm committing to you all, dear Members of the World, that I'm not going to do it any more. Not a single penny more. I'm not going to put my faith in "Churchianity" or any leader or program or TV show -- but in Christ Jesus and His salvation. That's when I was set free and began to see that God wants and expects more of us than this. And I'm not helping anybody that's not fully committed to the same thing.

It took centuries to build this monster, so it's not like it's going to just turn around overnight. But the times are changing and we're way overdue for something new. Big bad things are happening - like the tsunami in Asia - and I think more are coming. I don't want any more time to go by without having said this. I'm sorry for all the time and money I've wasted. But Jesus saves. Really. The church itself isn't even the point. Jesus is the real deal. He lived and He died for my sins and He rose again. He is who He said He was and He cares about me - and you. He's our only hope. We need places you can go that will only teach Jesus and will not be swayed or tempted or distracted by anything else. God willing, that's coming.

Please don't think all Christians are just posers. Some of them really mean it when they say they belong to Christ. The problem is mostly in the West where we're all comfy and complacent and seem to like it that way. The Christians in China and other places are deadly serious. There's no room for anything but Jesus when you're on the run from the government. They are dying every day for their faith and doing crazy hard things because they're absolutely committed to Christ. These are martyrs. People willing to crucify little pieces of themselves every day to be more like Christ. People willing to set aside everything they want to do what Christ wants. People willing to rot in prison or take a beating or die if that's what it's going to take. People that act in pure love and never back down. I'm not worthy to tie their shoes. And there are some like that here, too, and I hope we can get a lot more people to start living that way. It's way overdue.

If you're talking to someone and they tell you they're a Christian, ask them if they're the kind of Christian that really means it all the time or the kind that just means it on Sunday. The Bible says we'll know them by their "fruits" - by the faith and purity and love in their deeds and words. When you find one that proves Christ is in them by how much they love you, ask them to tell you all about Jesus. If you know one of those fearless martyrs that speaks nothing but pure, clean, hard Truth - ask lots of questions. Truth is a lot more rare than you would think. But don't settle for soft, fluffy and comfortable anymore - that's not in the Bible.

As for me and my house, we're really sorry. From now on, we're going to serve the Lord, not "Churchianity." We're going to try to call together as many of those martyrs as we can and start doing what Christ wanted. If I run into you someday, please give me a chance to shake your hand and apologize in person. I'm going to try harder from now on, I promise. I think there are lots of others feeling the same way, so don't be surprised if you start hearing stuff like this more often.

Thanks for your time. I hope it helps.

Doug Perry - Kansas City, Missouri, USA
www.FellowshipOfTheMartyrs.com
fotm@FellowshipOfTheMartyrs.com

My favorite song of the moment




And the problem is this
We were bought with a kiss
But the cheek still turned
Even when it wasn’t hit

And I don’t know
What to do with a love like that
And I don’t know
How to be a love like that

When all the love in the world
Is right here among us
And hatred too
And so we must choose
What our hands will do

Where there is pain
Let there be grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Help them be brave
Where there is misery
Bring expectancy
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Something

And the problem it seems
Is with you and me
Not the Love who came
To repair everything

Where there is pain
Let us bring grace
Where there is suffering
Bring serenity
For those afraid
Let us be brave
Where there is misery
Let us bring them relief
And surely we can change
Surely we can change
Oh surely we can change
Something

Oh, the world’s about to change
The whole world’s about to change

Friday, June 6, 2008

My good deals

The irony is not lost on me that I'm posting about food deals after the last post, but oh well.

In the last two days, I've been to CVS, Target, Walmart,
Publix and Costco. Here are my deals. (and whew)

CVS  was so nice. At the checkout the nice cashier flipped open his notebook and scanned coupons for the items that I had. Very nice. He saved me an extra $3. I like their bonus bucks things. If you have a CVS card (Go online and sign up and they will send your card in the mail.) you buy certain items and you get "bucks" on your card. Then your next visit, you
use your "bucks" instead of or along with real money.

So their Pantene is 3 for $10, which is a good deal to begin with, but then you get $3 back on your CVS card. He scanned me a coupon too, so that was even better.

Crest toothpaste was $1.77. Good deal and he scanned me a coupon.
Speed Stick deodorant for Allen was buy one get one free.

The trick is to have coupons to go along with these deals to make them even better, but I had been slacking on my Sunday papers, so I don't have my coupon stock pile that I usually do.

Publix had some great deals this week: (Thank you, Kathy, for sending me there...)


Their organic milk is $4.62 a gallon.

Organic eggs are 2 for $6.


Their Greenwise recycled toilet paper is $4.99 for 12 rolls.

Kashi granola bars are buy one get one free, so that makes them $1.87 for a box of 6.

Their organic Greenwise cereal is $2.87ish a box.


The chocolate Almond milk is $2.62ish a box.

Okay, now Costco.


Allen likes Cliff bars for breakfast, and they are $19 a box of 24. They are $4.97 for 6 at Walmart. That makes them $.79 versus $1.20.

My favorite thing is the natural chicken. It's $2.49 a pound for boneless/skinless breasts. The best thing is the come 2
to a package and the packages are perforated. You can zip off a pack of 2 for dinner, and those 2 feed all 5 of us. There are 6 packages, or 12 breasts total. And the pack is $18-20 dollars. That's $3.33 to feed your family a dinner as far at the chicken goes.

We love the organic fruit leathers by Stretch Island. A box of 48 is $10.69. That's $.23 a piece. And they are real fruit. The kids love them.


Costco also has frozen organic fruit. Blueberries are 3 pounds for $13.59. They also have the raspberry/blackberry/blueberry fruit mix 3 pounds for $10.99. These are so great for smoothies. Oh, and my new things is to throw organic fresh baby spinach in a smoothie. They have
that at Costco too. It's $3.99 for a big thing of it. I use PLAIN yogurt, some rice milk (or regular) some honey, a banana, some fruit and some fresh spincah. Blend all up (make sure the fruit is frozen so it'll be all frozeny. Or you can toss some ice in there) and the kids will suck it down. Here is a link if you need more info: http://www.twopeasinabucket.com/mb.asp?cmd=display&thread_id=2568563
I use my regular old blender. They have really nice ones at Costco too, for $30. Glass and stainless steel ones. (Cheaper than Walmart...)

(OHHH they also have a Shark steam mop too. I really want
that. I'm going to save my pennies. It uses tap water and steams your floors super clean. It was $70, so that's a lot of pennies, but how cool is that? NO CHEMICALS and a clean floor!)

Okay, so where was I? I'm really tired. Um, Oh, I love Costco's bread too. No soy, no HFCS and it's $4.39 for a pac
k of two loaves.

And the famous organic ice cream sandwiches too. OH BOY they are SO good. They are $8.89 for a box of 12. That's cheaper than the yucky ones at the grocery store.
I may have missed a thing or two. And I also bought some Spanx rip offs today at Walmart. I'm old. I wear a girdle. ;P But at least I'm a good steward of my money!!! lol....I should burn off some calories by putting all this stuff up too. Geesh.

Oh and this is the picture Laney drew while at Costco of my small melt down. It's a very hard place to go with Zane, and he had just had a melt right in the middle of the store. Full red faced screaming because I wouldn't let him get down. I was holding him, mid melt down, when I spotted a nice Costco lady giving out samples of M&M's (Why do that? Is there not one person in Alabama who doesn't know what an M&M is? Of course my kids still call them "Hymm and M's" because they used to get them in chidren's choir for memorizing their hymm for that month.) ANYWAY, I put Zane back into the buggy and handed him his little cup of M's and of course he dropped them all over the floor. I'm crawling around on the floor, holding up all the busy Costco people/buggy traffic while I gather up all the M&M's. I throw away them all, sweaty and red faced from embarrassment, and sneak to the nice lady and grab another cup for him. (yeah, like we can collectively sneak up on
anyone.) So we make it all of 3 feet and he drops some AGAIN. This is when I say so gently and sweetly (YELL), "STOP DROPPING THEM..." And this is what the caption says. She even got my skull (with his gold tooth) right on my shirt. *sigh* I love my kids. I really do. They were great today. With all that running around, I shouldn't complain.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

I'm struggling

My sweet friend Sandi was all set to travel to Swaziland, Africa (or Switzerland, which ever way to look at it). Then one tiny, sweet, precious miraculous thing happened, and she's here, not in Africa. She posted the blog to the group that went on this journey, without her, that would show their progress and their experiences during their trip. That kinda started things for me.

So I twirled around in this inane sadness for a couple of days, and then Ashley Judd's beautiful face showed up on the Today Show. She spent three weeks in Africa, Rwanda being one of the places she visited, and then came home and spent two weeks in bed. (Now my brain wondered at this and fantasized about spending two weeks in bed - can you imagine??) I snapped back to reality, and listened to some hard, unsettling facts. I mean I knew most of them already (families feed their children every other day because they can't afford to feed them every day, families have so many children that they can't care for or educate them....) but these were the things that broke my heart and sent Ashley Judd to bed for two weeks. The hard realities of the world in which we all live.

Then, to top it all off, in church on Sunday, this huge map of the globe appeared on the screen. Dots highlighted places world wide that members of the church are ministering right now. 3 continents. They started ticking off places that members will be going this summer. I bit my lip and blinked back tears.
It's just not time yet.

This all further deepened by funk. It's this itchy, antsy feeling that I need to go. This weird indescribable feeling that makes me feel like I'm coming out of my skin. My aunt used to call it wanderlust-like a gypsy. She said she saw it in me when I was very young. She had it too. I guess I can just call it a sin-like nature now. That's what it is, broken down to it's smallest piece. You
can channel it for good. That's why I could honestly sell everything I have, save a few small sentimental things, and head out.

So I get antsy, knowing that
it's just not time yet for me to go. There are things I can do here. God is bringing them to my heart. And my head is working over time.

I get so mad at myself. For how I live, what I spend my money on and how I raise my kids. Why do I get to live in a house that is cooled and heated to my upmost comfort? Why do I have food at my finger tips 24 hours a day? Why do I have access to supreme medical care? I guess you could say it's because I'm blessed. I'm not sure that's the case. I can't say I'm blessed when so much of the world can not even find drinkable water. I take long, hot showers to get a break from my world. Or food. I eat for fun. Or clothes. I shop (okay fine, at garage sales, but still) for fun. I think it was the luck of the draw. I seriously doubt that God said, "Okay, Amy, you get to live a life of luxury and privilege."

What kept me from being born in the Sudan? What kept that woman from being born in Birmingham, Alabama? Fairness? A spin of the wheel? A God that wanted her to suffer and not me? How does that work?

We've never known hunger? I've been "poor." Pretty poor compared to the world in which we live in. But never, never poor like these people on my heart are.

And we. As a country. I've been really angry at us. We are self indulgent, selfish, self centered and horrid. That verse, "To whom much is given, MUCH is required" Luke 12:48 has echoed my head all day. We have the GALL to complain about gas prices? We have the AUDACITY to complain about food prices?

Now stop for a minute. I know we are living in rather hard times. I know we are, and my heart is full and hurting for those in our own country that are struggling. I don't know how you can make minimum wage in this country and live. It kills me. I pray for those who are hurting. Kathy Leigh Gifford (I know) asked Ashley Judd about those here in our own country living in poverty. Ashley Judd replied that poor, destitute countries are weak countries. They are a liability for the rest of the world. I get that. I get how horrible that is, and I also get that people here need our help.

I guess my problem with our country is that we have set the standard high for materialism and vast, gross conspicuous consumption. And you know one of the reasons that we are having an oil crunch? It's because people in China and India are driving cars when they used to be riding bikes. And people here are riding bikes that used to drive cars. Those people there just got their cars. They aren't going to stop. They are finally getting to be like us. We've created our own problem. Based on our greed. And then we blame everyone- the government, the oil companies, the other people in the world that are using up all the oil. You know who is to blame? We are. We want to drive our giant cars, when we want to, as much as we want to and we want to do it cheaply.

Don't get me started the way we treat our Earth. Or our bodies. *sigh* I am as much the problem as the next guy, and that's part of the reason I have struggled so much these last couple of weeks. It's me. I do it all. And I don't want to raise my children to be the same way, and I'm afraid it's too late already.

David said on Sunday that kids come up to him at student camps and tell him that they want to go do mission work all over the world and their parents won't let them. I'm sure you can figure out what he had to say about that. While I'm there, I might as well post this because it's been running circles around in my head since Sunday.

"The goal of Biblical parenting is NOT to help your children...
  • Get a great education
  • Be a great athlete
  • Go in great dates
  • Have a great career
  • Make great money
These are things our world says are important. They say these things equal success.
The goal of Biblical parenting is to help your children accomplish the great commission."

Matthew 28:19-20
Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit,
and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you.

So how do I raise my kids to do this? How do I teach them to care about the situation in Africa? The people who are desperate here? That it's not all about them and what they want? Or think they need?

I also don't want to run off to Africa to relieve my guilt about how I live my life. Or how I'm raising my kids. I need to want to do that for the right reason.

I also have a hair brained idea that I have no idea what to do about. I want to create a foundation or a charity that would pay for people to go on mission trips that can't afford to go on their own. I know that churches often help people go, but what about people that aren't affiliated with a church. It would be a ministry opportunity in and of itself to get people to go that don't know Jesus. And reach them as part of the ministry as a whole. I don't know anything about all of this, except I want to do it.

You know, I never really talk to people on this blog. I may say "you" here and there, but mostly what I really mean is "me." I talk to myself. Yes, I know. Crazy. But I don't ever want to assume that anyone reads this blog. That's kinda presumptuous.

But today, I do want to ask YOU a question. Do you care? Do you care about God's creations that are suffering around the world? What you do with that care is up to you. I just want you to care.

There are a couple of organizations that I really love. Samaritan's Purse is one of them. They are well known for the amount of money they put directly into their organization that helps people. They take so little money for operation costs.

http://www.samaritanspurse.org/

Another one we support is the 1040 Connections Organization. For $30 a month, you can support a family in India. Don't get me started on India. I can only take so much in one day.

http://www.1040connections.org/

I don't know. I am asking God to help me see what I can do here. I am praying He'll open up ways for me to use my gifts and my money to help those near and far. And teach my kids to do the same. Will you pray for me in that area???

I think I'll go clean the bathroom now. Can you believe we are fortunate enough to
have bathrooms????? I'm not going to complain about having to clean them anymore.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Marriage

was not designed to make us happy. It was designed to make us holy.

That is revolutionary to me. I think I've been approaching this thing all wrong. Not that those two things are mutually exclusive. It's just not where the emphasis is placed. And every time I've found myself striving to be holy, miraculously, I've been happy.

Or maybe I already knew this and just needed a reminder. Everyday drudgery has a way of taking the shine off things if your eyes aren't on the right One. For me, anyway.


Sunday, June 1, 2008

Adjustments


I think we are finally starting to settle down. I spent all last week rushing around, trying to beat the imaginary clock. I couldn't get it to sink in that we didn't have to do school. We didn't have to rush. *sigh* I wasted a whole week of my vacation trying to unwind. I did get a dent in the house cleaning, though. That feels really, really good. Another week, and we should be good.

The kids are trying to adjust to no school too. There has been more fighting than I can remember in years of late. I don't know what's up with that. No schedule, I guess. Or maybe those 3 hours of school provided a much needed break for Laney and Jude from each other. It was better by the end of the week, but for a couple of days, I was ready to fire some people. Mainly myself.

I got tickled one day, because Laney and Jude sat at the table for a solid hour and "played" school. Laney was the teacher, of course, and Jude did pretty well. I guess she's missing it a little. Her new curriculum will be here by the end of the week, so we are ready for next year. I may pull that sucker out if people don't start acting nice! Actually I won't. My lofty goal, after my upcoming garage sale, is to paint the inside of my house. I have convinced myself that I can do it, so please don't tell me otherwise! :) Surely I can get it done in 2 months time. Heh.

Well. The kids have been watching a *tad* more television than usual, but actually not too much. Laney has a current obsession with The Incredibles. I didn't used to like that movie, but it's growing on me. We like it because, for one reason, they are like our family. A dad, a mom, an older girl, middle brother and a younger brother. Laney and Jude have been playing the movie around the house, and I was proud of Laney for her artisic efforts. You can't see her black tights, but they are there. She's Violet, of course.










This picture just makes me happy, because I love that my husband is a huge goofball. He keeps us laughing, and some days, that's all that keeps me sane! This piece is called "Ode to the love of coffee" in case you were wondering.


On to the sleep issued child. He's really doing better. I had the brilliant, I say BRILLIANT, idea of not letting him have a nap on Friday. He'd be super tired, easy to get down and sleep really well all night, right? *Ahem* I must have been on leave of my mind. None of my children have operated that way. What happens is that they are so tired, they can't sleep. So he woke, Friday night, at 11 and stayed up for HOURS. Luckily Allen had just gotten home from his gig, so he helped at long as he could before I sent him upstairs to rest. I did not rock though, and truth of the matter is that my giant rear end hasn't sat in that recliner since LAST Saturday night. I'm trying to get Allen to let me sale it in the garage sale, but that's another story.

Anyway, Zane finally conked out around 2, I think, and we were up bright and early Saturday morning. I found 3 amazing garage sales, though, so that helped me not focus on the sleep deprivation I've come to know and not love so well.

Aside from that goof up, though, Zane has done better. He's getting easier to get down, a little, and he does get into the bed and say, "night night" now. He doesn't mention the rocker anymore. He's really talking now, by the way. (Hello stream of conscienceness thinking). Today in the minivan, after arriving at Lloyd's to eat, he got out of his car seat, got his paci out off the floor and beat on the window at Allen, who was standing beside the van, saying "Da da. Ba ba. (his paci) GOT IT!!!" He'd been trying to get someone to hand it to him since we left church when he promptly threw it on the floor. That's his longest sentence so far.

Okay, I digressed. This is why I don't blog when I'm tired.

So every night, we lay in bed and Zane rolls around, plays, nurses, moves pillows, waves at Jude, who is on the futon in our room, and generally drives me crazy until he finally...... gets......still. Tonight we would NOT lay down. And he HAD to wear his hat. (Where do these children get their strong wills from??? Anyone know?? Anyone???) Finally he leaned on me. I tried to lean him back and he'd jerk back up.

So I put my hand gently on the back of his head and he slooooowly leaned his head in my hand. And fell asleep. But he won, because he DID NOT LAY DOWN. Or take his hat off.


But hey, he's sleeping better, so who am I to complain???




Oh, and ...




David Platt taught on parenting today, so if you feel like getting your spiritual butt kicked, or even of you don't, take a listen. Definitely worth your time. There's the link. I'm not going to explode my brains by trying to post the sermon here this time. The new sermon is usually posted by Monday sometime, so take a listen. I dare ya!








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