Wow...It seems that is has been forever since I had a moment to blog. I actually don't "have" a moment right now but I'm going to take it anyway.
Tomorrow we will have been in school for two weeks. (TWO weeks) My thoughts are all over the place. I LOVE teaching. I am both energized and exhausted by and from it. My head and heart are full.....all of the time. I can't even seem to remember that I was at home with my sweet girls three weeks ago. I miss them. The hours flash by. The days are marked off on my desk calendar. I feel as if I struggle to keep my head above water. 120 new names to learn. I really want to call them by their name....they are worth remembering. I pray that I'm making a difference in someone's life. Did I make enough copies? Will I ever convince them to listen to the directions? How MANY times do I really need to say the same thing? Does each individual need a written invitation to sit down? I gaze at the couch full of laundry. I am trying to perfect the packing "everything except the kitchen sink" routine. I have almost figured out everyone's daily schedule. The twins don't cry when I rush out of the room in the morning. The time when we first walk through the door from school/work is priceless. The house is not spotless but it feels good to be here...together.
Holton is settling into his senior year. He is at home more now than he was during the summer and it is nice to have him here. Haigan has reconnected with old friends. He is enjoying praising God through his music and serenades anyone who passes by during his practice time at night. Lana Grace is as sweet as ever. She wakes up and wants to play hide and seek with her daddy at 6 am. She "needs a friend" and mommy and daddy are the best ones. Let us cling to that with all that we are! Amelia is finally walking. She is a cuddler and such a beauty. She is getting curls just like big sister. Annabeth is a firecracker. She doesn't just walk...she runs. She is smart and funny and full of energy!
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
Too Crowded
The twins climbed into the basket and it was fun for a minute nanosecond. No captions are needed. :)
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Thursday's God Winks
I recently heard little sightings of sweetness called "God winks." Here are a few that we saw around here today. I am sure we missed a lot! Happy Thursday!
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| I was putting Lana Grace's tops back on her paints and look at that - a PERFECT heart in the yellow! |
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| Someone at the pear factory has read too much Very Hungry Caterpillar - isn't that weird? What a reminder- Read to your kids! |
It started with an egg
No, this is not a post about infertility. Goodness gracious, I don't know anything about that. This post is about my meltdown caused by an egg....a dozen of them to be exact.
Here is a little background . :)We have successfully attended our Sunday school class approximately three times since the birth of the twins but someone hasn't taken us off of the email list so I guess they believe there is still hope for us. I got an email from our Sunday school leader's wife, a sweet friend, asking for help to feed the family members of another class member whose father had passed away. I really do enjoy serving by sending meals to those who need them. I already have to cook and it is such a simple way to help. With that in mind, I told Henry the date and asked him if he would be able to drop it off at the church. "Yes, we should do that" he replied. I told him again when I was updated that the location to bring the food had been changed. After picking up Haigan from the church pool party, I went to WalMart to pick up the (demon-possessed) eggs and a dessert.
I have made deviled eggs probably no less than 50 times.....successfully. These eggs were different. These eggs had obviously heard the not so loving conversation that I had with Henry once I got home when he revealed to me that he had a meeting all day which had been scheduled for a while. He wouldn't be able to drop off the food. They boiled, they were rinsed with cool water. I started to peel them...and the white started to ravel like a poorly sewn hem. First one, I thought oh well...that is why you make more than you need. I'll eat that one. (I usually offer these to Henry but I was ticked at him - He wasn't getting any!) Second, third, fourth....
Defeated, I sat down to email my friend to tell her that the devil had truly taken over my "deviled" eggs. Henry, meanwhile, was devising his own plan to use any staff member available to take this food by the church. Each plan he came up with made me more frustrated. My sweet friend said that they had plenty of food. I assured her that if they did not, I would call Domino's! We both got a laugh at that.
With tears in my eyes, I moved on past that silly little failure. Things seem so huge when you are in the middle of them!
Bless his heart, my husband called again this morning still trying to figure out how he could help me get food to this funeral.
He is a good man, a great father, and a caring husband. BUT he will not be getting any deviled eggs for a while!
And thank you, Amy, for picking up a pie to take for me! :)
Here is a little background . :)We have successfully attended our Sunday school class approximately three times since the birth of the twins but someone hasn't taken us off of the email list so I guess they believe there is still hope for us. I got an email from our Sunday school leader's wife, a sweet friend, asking for help to feed the family members of another class member whose father had passed away. I really do enjoy serving by sending meals to those who need them. I already have to cook and it is such a simple way to help. With that in mind, I told Henry the date and asked him if he would be able to drop it off at the church. "Yes, we should do that" he replied. I told him again when I was updated that the location to bring the food had been changed. After picking up Haigan from the church pool party, I went to WalMart to pick up the (demon-possessed) eggs and a dessert.
I have made deviled eggs probably no less than 50 times.....successfully. These eggs were different. These eggs had obviously heard the not so loving conversation that I had with Henry once I got home when he revealed to me that he had a meeting all day which had been scheduled for a while. He wouldn't be able to drop off the food. They boiled, they were rinsed with cool water. I started to peel them...and the white started to ravel like a poorly sewn hem. First one, I thought oh well...that is why you make more than you need. I'll eat that one. (I usually offer these to Henry but I was ticked at him - He wasn't getting any!) Second, third, fourth....
Defeated, I sat down to email my friend to tell her that the devil had truly taken over my "deviled" eggs. Henry, meanwhile, was devising his own plan to use any staff member available to take this food by the church. Each plan he came up with made me more frustrated. My sweet friend said that they had plenty of food. I assured her that if they did not, I would call Domino's! We both got a laugh at that.
With tears in my eyes, I moved on past that silly little failure. Things seem so huge when you are in the middle of them!
Bless his heart, my husband called again this morning still trying to figure out how he could help me get food to this funeral.
He is a good man, a great father, and a caring husband. BUT he will not be getting any deviled eggs for a while!
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| One of the cult |
Thursday, July 14, 2011
All in a Day
All in a Day's work play
I guess it depends on who you ask around here. These are some activities from our last 24 hours!
Hope your day is as great as ours has been!
I guess it depends on who you ask around here. These are some activities from our last 24 hours!
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| We emptied the cookie cutter drawer |
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| We made edible peanut butter play doh |
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| We rearranged the pantry by playing "store" |
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| We had great bubble baths! |
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
It takes a village
Well, maybe it doesn't take a village...but wouldn't that be nice? I am home alone tonight with the babies. Everyone else had "things" to attend. I was making bottles while listening to the babies cry impatiently "mom- a - moma - mom- a". The moments during the day when there is just one you and too many "to-do's" left when you're done for....well...that was one of them.
I was finishing up the bottles and I glanced out my kitchen window and saw the sweetest sight. A little girl was on her scooter and her grandfather was lined up beside her with his best "ready, set, go" stance. They took off and he kept up for a bit! I watched for a moment and realized that I had this HUGE smile on my face. I was quickly brought back to the task at hand....and the babies were satisfied and ready for bed.
That scene still stuck in my head, I sat down to write this. How amazing that must be to have people to invest in the lives of your children. There must be so many great things to come from that. I can only imagine that your sanity would be saved a little, your load would feel lighter, your marriage would be better. I could go on and on.
What is the purpose of all of this rambling? I'm not quite sure. I guess it would be to tell you that if you are reading this and you have people,whether friends or family, who are in a position to pour love all over, into, and around your kids....Enjoy it! It is certainly a special blessing.
I was finishing up the bottles and I glanced out my kitchen window and saw the sweetest sight. A little girl was on her scooter and her grandfather was lined up beside her with his best "ready, set, go" stance. They took off and he kept up for a bit! I watched for a moment and realized that I had this HUGE smile on my face. I was quickly brought back to the task at hand....and the babies were satisfied and ready for bed.
That scene still stuck in my head, I sat down to write this. How amazing that must be to have people to invest in the lives of your children. There must be so many great things to come from that. I can only imagine that your sanity would be saved a little, your load would feel lighter, your marriage would be better. I could go on and on.
What is the purpose of all of this rambling? I'm not quite sure. I guess it would be to tell you that if you are reading this and you have people,whether friends or family, who are in a position to pour love all over, into, and around your kids....Enjoy it! It is certainly a special blessing.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Has to be love.....
It has to be love that:
-allows you to enter the nursery at 2 am and still smile at the one(s) who woke you
-coaxes you into blowing bubbles in the house one hour after mopping the floors
-causes you to eat the "rest" of anything off of a toddler's plate for your lunch
-allows you to help with projects at midnight the night before they are due because your child "just remembered"
-causes you to wake during the night and think of uniforms that need to be put in the dryer before morning
-makes you consult "map" before leaving home and come up with exactly three points to highlight along the way, and repeat them every 1/2 mile until you have reached your destination
-change poopy diapers and be able to eat anything with gravy or mustard involved again
-causes you to clean off a paci by sucking on it to return it to a frantic baby (probably only after baby #2 though :) )
-sustains you while you sit through awards banquets that consist of every child's name being read at least twice
-search for pacifiers until the threat of knee replacement feels like a real possibility
-keep on loving when their sentences become grunts
I love my kids. I love being a mama and all of the things that go with that. It is not easy some days, but it is well worth it!
It had to be love that held him to that cross. Nothing else could have ever made him take that punishment for my sins. Thank you God for sending me your son and for giving me my sons and daughters to love.
-allows you to enter the nursery at 2 am and still smile at the one(s) who woke you
-coaxes you into blowing bubbles in the house one hour after mopping the floors
-causes you to eat the "rest" of anything off of a toddler's plate for your lunch
-allows you to help with projects at midnight the night before they are due because your child "just remembered"
-causes you to wake during the night and think of uniforms that need to be put in the dryer before morning
-makes you consult "map" before leaving home and come up with exactly three points to highlight along the way, and repeat them every 1/2 mile until you have reached your destination
-change poopy diapers and be able to eat anything with gravy or mustard involved again
-causes you to clean off a paci by sucking on it to return it to a frantic baby (probably only after baby #2 though :) )
-sustains you while you sit through awards banquets that consist of every child's name being read at least twice
-search for pacifiers until the threat of knee replacement feels like a real possibility
-keep on loving when their sentences become grunts
I love my kids. I love being a mama and all of the things that go with that. It is not easy some days, but it is well worth it!
It had to be love that held him to that cross. Nothing else could have ever made him take that punishment for my sins. Thank you God for sending me your son and for giving me my sons and daughters to love.
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