Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A new twist...

... on a Bible verse Emory has been learning in Sunday school.  I was quizzing her Sunday night and she asked me to start her off.  The verse is Psalm 150:6 "Let everything that has breath praise the Lord."

I started her with, "Let" and she quickly jumped in with, "Let me people go!" 

After laughing heartily at her, which she did not appreciate, I decided to give her a few more clues.

"Let everything that has breath..."

She shouted, "BREATHE!"

Oh well....


....  our local mall now has a candy kiosk.  Since Daddy-O had just recently been yearning for some good, quality, candy-store variety gummy bears, we picked up a pound.  Daddy is not the only one who loves gummy bears.  Since they were super-pricey at $2.99 per quarter pound (I know!) we've been doling them out in 5 gummy bear increments after meals.  During lunch one day this week, Emory was lobbying for just a few more bears.  "How about 6 today, Mama?"  "You know, I think 5 is a good number Emory."  "You know what else is a good number, Mama?" "What's that Kiddo?" "Ten."

At CFA this week, I had to ask Emory to eat 3 bites of nugget before heading off to play.  We all know what I really meant.  Deadpanned, she looked at me and said, "I've already had one, so that just leaves 2, right?"  Nice try.

Friday, July 16, 2010

food advanced...

.... is what I've dubbed our big man.  He might not be as physically active as his buddies, but the boy can eat!  It's nice to be able to hand your 11 month old a slice of watermelon, still on the rind, and he devours it!  At a recent birthday party he downed three slices in addition to several pigs-in-a-blanket.  I don't even pack food for him any more when we go out.  Tonight he and his sister split a chicken quessadilla at Jason's Deli.  He ate more than her.

The boy is also talking a lot earlier than Emory.  Shocker!  Especially since you would wonder if he ever gets a word in edgewise.  But, he's really not the silent type.  His vocabulary includes:

"Tank-too" for thank you
"ba" for ball
"Dah-dee" for daddy
"Mah" for more or eat
"bye" for bye-bye complete with the wave
"dis" for here you take it (when he wants to hand you something)
"uuuhhhhh!" at the top of his lungs means MINE I think
"ah dah" for all done

And, he will shake his head for "no thank you".  Emory wasn't talking at all, just signing, by her first birthday.  However, Ethan prefers to talk and has yet to sign anything.  Interesting. 

The boy is completing our family more and more each day and it is hard to imagine him as a big brother.  He's been our baby for 11 months now.  Seems so sad that he'll be de-throned so quickly.  But, if anyone can handle it, he can. 

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Dearly We're Bought

Taken from the Gadsby Hymnal # 102
Words - Joseph Hart, 1712-1776

Come raise your thankful voice,
Ye souls redeemed with blood;
Leave earth and all its toys,
And mix no more with mud.


Dearly we're bought, highly esteemed;
Redeemed, with Jesus' blood redeemed
Dearly we're bought, highly esteemed;
Redeemed, with Jesus' blood redeemed.

With heart, and soul, and mind,
Exalt redeeming love;
Leave worldly cares behind,
And set your minds above.

Lift up your ravished eyes,
And view the glory given;
All lower things despised,
Ye citizens of heaven.

Be to this world as dead,
Alive to that to come;
Our life in Christ is hid,
Who soon shall call us home.

© 2005 Red Mountain Music

How's that one hit 'ya?  Not just bought begrudingly, but highly esteemed!

Friday, July 2, 2010

the day the planets aligned...

Today was one of those days.  The good kind.  I "slept in", which really means I ignored the pleas of my children to get out of bed and get them something to drink until 7am.  There weren't really pleas, just repeated whispers.  After a fun breakfast of yogurt that was still frosty from having been frozen in the deep freezer ("Mom's giving us ice cream for breakfast!"), everyone had clothes on and teeth brushed by 8:30.  A record.  Then, it was a quick nap for the bubba, while Emory and I prepared ahead most of lunch for our friends who were coming at 11am.  At 10:00 I woke the baby, loaded everyone into the car, and Emory got a big girl haircut.  We got home, and since everyone else was running behind, I had half an hour for the big girl to indulge in some brain mushing cartoons while I got to play with the baby.  Alone.  For half an hour.  Huge.

Our friends arrived and we visited and ate amongst the chaos of feeding and tending to a collective group of 5 children (3 of them under 1 year), and then we headed outside to burn off some energy.  After everyone left, my children went down for long naps with no resistance, I got the house restored in a whopping 15 minutes, indulged in reading and a little chatting with a friend.  After the naps were over, everyone snacked eagerly, and allowed themselves to be loaded up again for a run for new sneakers for the big kid, a bank visit, and a Publix stop.  Dinner was hot dogs, chips, and fruit.... and the big girl asked for seconds!  Since she regularly survives on air, I was happy to oblige. 

No one needed baths, so it was a family dance party before donning pj's, brushing teeth, and hitting the 'ole sack.  I snuck back into the first one's room to "sneak a song" and just cuddle.  By 9pm, I was in my pj's with a cup of tea and The Help while the dearest watched soccer.  And now, at 10pm, I am blogging about a good day and about to retire to a bed with clean sheets.  Oh Happy Day!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

how life feels right now...

a little boy watching the big boys play basketball in the street...

backyard ice cream!

Incidentally, Ethan's first cone, too!  No instructions necessary.
He's food advanced.

don't judge a book by it's cover...

... a sweet friend sent me a link to a John Piper clip about whether or not mothers should work "outside the home".  She had posted it on Facebook and got quite a few comments.  I am always amazed at how emotionally charged any issue regarding parenting can be.  That being said, I do have a few personal comments to make.

I am a stay-at-home mom.  I've always wanted to be a SAHM.  It's my dream, and I'm living it now.  I considered my days working full time to be filling the gap until I had kids.  I've never had aspirations to be anything other than a great mom.  I'm guessing I'm one of the lucky ones.  Friends have told me so.  While I certainly do have bad days, and some seasons have seemed to hold more bad days than good, that was also true when I was working.  I don't mind the mundane aspects of motherhood.  I feel a lot of pride when I tell people how I spend my days.  My only regret is that there isn't another adult in the house to enjoy these kiddos with me.  Joy multiplied and all that.

Now, do I believe that just because someone works outside the home or doesn't love motherhood as much as I do, is wrong?  Not really.  My only opinion is that if you have been blessed with children, they do need to be your primary calling.  I do believe that if you are working (and by "working" I mean a 40-hour work week) because you can't stand your kids, or being "cooped up" all day, and it is not a financial need, then something is wrong and you need a priority shift.  If you have a 20-hour/week job to earn fun money or explore a creative outlet and you can do it without stringing your kids out -go for it!  A lot of my friends do this.  I've done this.

I want us to remember that it is not the staying at home part that is required by God.  It is raising your children up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord that is required by Scripture. I do think working full-time makes this harder, but I also think it can be done.  I also think a mom can stay-at-home with her kids and not come remotely close to fulfilling her calling.  If she spends all day on the computer, gabbing on the phone, or watching TV while ignoring the crying baby and the fighting siblings, she is no better than the mom who schelps who kids off to day-care because she "doesn't do kids".  And, yes, I've had mamas verbalize those thoughts to me when I was a teacher in a daycare.  Mothers who thanked me for taking care of their kids because they didn't want to do it.  I can't think of a single working mother that I know and call a friend who fits into this category.  Any working moms I know have exhausted other avenues before returning to work.

So, my point is.  Be gracious to those mothers who are working (especially those within the Body).  You may not have the whole story.  And, don't just assume any SAHM is doing her duty.  She could be abdicating behind closed doors.  Simply put, don't judge a book by it's cover.