I have been so busy lately trying to prepare for the coming of my little girls 3rd year. We have started to practice Latin, multiplication, reading, memorizing poems...... My brain is on overdrive. I am a very competive person by nature, and my Jordan is a very quick learner, so it has been easy to get her a head start on this years lessons. She even wrote a book called "My First Day of School" There were a couple of misspellings, but all in all it shows what she is expecting to happen the first day of school. It reads like a comic book with funny illistrations and such. For a nine year old she has a huge sense of humor. One of the pages got my attention though. She drew in a picture of what I can only guess is me on a bad hair day, and I am saying to her to study harder and make me proud. Ouch! Is she trying to tell me something? Am I pushing the poor child too hard? So the last 2 days I have been letting all children just run crazy and be kids.
We leave for California in 3 days!!!!! We have already packed most of the items we will be needing, and started to clean the house so it wont be disgusting when we return. I love the ocean. I usuall dig a hole in the sand and then find clams to put in the hole. I end up with somewhere around 100 clams in the sand hole. It is a weird thing, but since I wont get in the water, it is the pass time that I find joy in. I went to the library today and checked out some light reads. I just finished 9 books in 3 days, so I am on a roll.
I will post pictures of the trip when we get back. Pray for our safe travel please.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Only 7 more days till we go to Coronado Island! I am so excited I can not wait to play on the beach with the kiddo's. We are staying at the most beautiful hotel and the food is going to be just awesome!
Until then I am busy trying to get things in order for the trip. Bills must be paid, house cleaned, and meals ready in the freezer for when we return. My very best friend in the world is house sitting for me and so a huge load off my mind.
School time is fast approaching and I am filled with the great feeling of soon I will be sending one child out of the house each morning, and the girls fighting will be gone for a few hours.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
I have been not sleeping very well at nights for nearly a week now. I find myself laying in the bed until nearly 5 am wide awake. I just can't toss the thoughts out of my head. Any thought. It is not like I am worried about anything. In fact life is pretty easy going right now. But then why the lack of sleep? 1 to 2 hours a night can make a person a bit crazy.
I spent one evening trying to turn off a song called "gonna write a letter" from the Doodlebops. I could not stop myself from trying to finish the song. I got a book out and tried to read till I fell asleep, but nope, I could not stop singing the SONG! This has been a bit much for me because the next night I lay awake wondering why I couldn't stop singing the song the night before. Do you see my pattern?
I have taken sleeping pills, drank relaxing tea, took hot shower before bed, prayed, but still the sleep is not coming. It is so quite and lonely at 3 in the morning. I actually woke my husband up Saturday night and told him all I knew of the King Henry the 8Th story. I have studied him for a couple of years now, and I know a lot of the mans history, so my husband got an hour long (at least) lecture of Henry. My husband finally told me that he had learned enough and for me to please be quite. Well, this was not a cool thing to say to someone at 4 int he morning when she has not slept in days. I went on to tell him about other exciting times in Europe's history. We ended up not going to church the next day because I looked like a zombie, and so did he. I am a bit sorry for keeping him awake, but like I already stated, it is so lonely being the only one up at that hour.
I am going to keep trying to get sleep at night, but did go to the library to stock up on more books just in case.
I spent one evening trying to turn off a song called "gonna write a letter" from the Doodlebops. I could not stop myself from trying to finish the song. I got a book out and tried to read till I fell asleep, but nope, I could not stop singing the SONG! This has been a bit much for me because the next night I lay awake wondering why I couldn't stop singing the song the night before. Do you see my pattern?
I have taken sleeping pills, drank relaxing tea, took hot shower before bed, prayed, but still the sleep is not coming. It is so quite and lonely at 3 in the morning. I actually woke my husband up Saturday night and told him all I knew of the King Henry the 8Th story. I have studied him for a couple of years now, and I know a lot of the mans history, so my husband got an hour long (at least) lecture of Henry. My husband finally told me that he had learned enough and for me to please be quite. Well, this was not a cool thing to say to someone at 4 int he morning when she has not slept in days. I went on to tell him about other exciting times in Europe's history. We ended up not going to church the next day because I looked like a zombie, and so did he. I am a bit sorry for keeping him awake, but like I already stated, it is so lonely being the only one up at that hour.
I am going to keep trying to get sleep at night, but did go to the library to stock up on more books just in case.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Jordan comes home in a week! I am so excited to be getting my little bundle of conversation back in the Sunny AZ state. She has been calling everyday, and tells me all about her adventures in Tyler. She got a hair cut, she's going swimming, she's going to the movies, slumber parties, 6 flags, etc......
Point is, she is having fun. But she also misses me. I bring the routine and the normal back into her life. I am boring, but stable. I am the homework, chores, and bed at 8 person. I hear it in her voice when she talks on the phone to me. She is in a constant state of "GO" while there with her grandparents, and they are trying to squeeze as much into their 32 days as they can. They want her to come back here and look forward all year long to returning to them. I get it.
She comes back Saturday and my house will once again be filled with her sweet self.
I read a friends blog the other day and she was telling about her child's adventure with poo, and I was thinking that if it happened to me I would just sit in a corner and wait till it was over then call for help. WELL, God has such a wonderful sense of humor, and I have been seeing it lately in my little boy. Just for the record, little boys are a lot different than girls.
My son had a diaper rash, and I am a firm believer that airing out the bottom is the best way to get rid of it. So, I took off his diaper and let him go free. He had just filled his diaper, so I figured it was safe, and really what harm could he do. HA! I went to the bathroom leaving the door open to listen to the sound of Doodlebops and my son in the living room. I swear it was only a few minutes in there putting on my makeup and doing as the Flylady says to do for my morning routine. I was putting my hair into a ponytail when it occurred to me that my son was quite, and this was very unlike him. I ran to the living room to find my son on top of my dining room table dancing and rolling his cars in his own urine. He was soaked, and so were the cars and my table and chairs. It had looked like he had stored up all his potty for this moment. He gave me the sweetest smile before throwing his wet car at me, hitting me in the head. Urine running down my face I could not stop giggling. Here was a completely disgusting situation and I must have looked crazy to my son. I know there is nothing in the flylady handbook to handle this situation. Forget the morning routine. I grabbed my son and his cars and threw him into the bath, while at the same time trying not to open my mouth to let the urine in.
No more airing out of his bottom. I went out and got diaper rash cream.
I know it is not as nasty as poo, but gross still.
Point is, she is having fun. But she also misses me. I bring the routine and the normal back into her life. I am boring, but stable. I am the homework, chores, and bed at 8 person. I hear it in her voice when she talks on the phone to me. She is in a constant state of "GO" while there with her grandparents, and they are trying to squeeze as much into their 32 days as they can. They want her to come back here and look forward all year long to returning to them. I get it.
She comes back Saturday and my house will once again be filled with her sweet self.
I read a friends blog the other day and she was telling about her child's adventure with poo, and I was thinking that if it happened to me I would just sit in a corner and wait till it was over then call for help. WELL, God has such a wonderful sense of humor, and I have been seeing it lately in my little boy. Just for the record, little boys are a lot different than girls.
My son had a diaper rash, and I am a firm believer that airing out the bottom is the best way to get rid of it. So, I took off his diaper and let him go free. He had just filled his diaper, so I figured it was safe, and really what harm could he do. HA! I went to the bathroom leaving the door open to listen to the sound of Doodlebops and my son in the living room. I swear it was only a few minutes in there putting on my makeup and doing as the Flylady says to do for my morning routine. I was putting my hair into a ponytail when it occurred to me that my son was quite, and this was very unlike him. I ran to the living room to find my son on top of my dining room table dancing and rolling his cars in his own urine. He was soaked, and so were the cars and my table and chairs. It had looked like he had stored up all his potty for this moment. He gave me the sweetest smile before throwing his wet car at me, hitting me in the head. Urine running down my face I could not stop giggling. Here was a completely disgusting situation and I must have looked crazy to my son. I know there is nothing in the flylady handbook to handle this situation. Forget the morning routine. I grabbed my son and his cars and threw him into the bath, while at the same time trying not to open my mouth to let the urine in.
No more airing out of his bottom. I went out and got diaper rash cream.
I know it is not as nasty as poo, but gross still.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
clean closets say a lot about me
So in my earlier post I mentioned how I was back to the Fly lady to help me keep this house of mine under control. Also in my earlier posts I showed a picture of my shoe closet. Yesterdays "10 minute clean" thing was to straighten the shoe closet. AGHHHHHH!! This is my worst nightmare. But after much thought I decided to jump in. I got the 3 boxes she told me to get (throw away, give away, and things that go into another room) It took a bit longer than 10 minutes, but my shoes have been straightened. Each shoe is with it's matching partner, and I even got rid of 5 pairs! (2 were my husbands. STILL COUNTS) It does make it a lot less exciting to get the shoes in the morning, but oh well.
I also have cleaned out from under my bed. Wow! I was not aware of the items that had been under there. I could make a sweater from all the cat hair I swept out.
I found my old sewing machine under there for goodness sake. I just wish I knew how to sew. I would love to make little outfits for my kids. The only time I ever tried to sew I ended up with something that looked like it belonged on the Flintstones show. AWFUL. My sweet daughter did wear it, but I noticed it came up missing a few days later. hmmmmm
My house is slowly coming together and for that I am thankful. I am a huge control freak, and when my house is messy I can't breath. I have to have order in my life.
On a completely different note, a few months ago my Jordan had a birthday party and instead of people buying her gifts we decided on a charity to have people donate money to. She raised 275 dollars for Teen Challenge of Arizona. She was very happy with this charity because it helps keep teens off drugs. She knew she did a good thing and it made my heart feel good too. I wrote them a letter and sent off the money. I must admit that I expected them to at least send her a thank you card, but here it was June and nothing. I was ticked off, and had decided just 2 days ago to throw out their address and we were not going to use them as a charity in the future. BAD MOMMY! Well, I got home yesterday and there was a message on my machine asking for me to call them. I did and they said that they were so touched by what Jordan had done that they wanted to throw her a party to show their thanks. After all it was not everyday that a 9 year old gave up birthday presents. I was so touched I cried. I told them when she got back from Texas, and they put in on the calendar. I told them it was really unnecessary, and all she really would like is a card of thanks instead, but they insisted on doing something special for her.
I am pretty sure this was a God thing. He was showing me that it was supposed to be a sweet thing in having Jordan give money to charity, but I had made it ugly by wanting recognition for her. Shame on me.
Anyways, I thought I would share that story to be held acountable for my actions.
I also have cleaned out from under my bed. Wow! I was not aware of the items that had been under there. I could make a sweater from all the cat hair I swept out.
I found my old sewing machine under there for goodness sake. I just wish I knew how to sew. I would love to make little outfits for my kids. The only time I ever tried to sew I ended up with something that looked like it belonged on the Flintstones show. AWFUL. My sweet daughter did wear it, but I noticed it came up missing a few days later. hmmmmm
My house is slowly coming together and for that I am thankful. I am a huge control freak, and when my house is messy I can't breath. I have to have order in my life.
On a completely different note, a few months ago my Jordan had a birthday party and instead of people buying her gifts we decided on a charity to have people donate money to. She raised 275 dollars for Teen Challenge of Arizona. She was very happy with this charity because it helps keep teens off drugs. She knew she did a good thing and it made my heart feel good too. I wrote them a letter and sent off the money. I must admit that I expected them to at least send her a thank you card, but here it was June and nothing. I was ticked off, and had decided just 2 days ago to throw out their address and we were not going to use them as a charity in the future. BAD MOMMY! Well, I got home yesterday and there was a message on my machine asking for me to call them. I did and they said that they were so touched by what Jordan had done that they wanted to throw her a party to show their thanks. After all it was not everyday that a 9 year old gave up birthday presents. I was so touched I cried. I told them when she got back from Texas, and they put in on the calendar. I told them it was really unnecessary, and all she really would like is a card of thanks instead, but they insisted on doing something special for her.
I am pretty sure this was a God thing. He was showing me that it was supposed to be a sweet thing in having Jordan give money to charity, but I had made it ugly by wanting recognition for her. Shame on me.
Anyways, I thought I would share that story to be held acountable for my actions.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
The Frantic Reader
I have recommitted myself to the flylady again. I tried to listen to her in the past, but the constant emails and testimonies, and suggestions drove me crazy, I stopped and asked myself if I even really did want to shine my stinking sink everyday! I have put these past thoughts behind me, and signed back up for her help. I don't want to spend all of my time cleaning, and she really is a life saver. I chose the option to get all the emails at once, and on one email. Not 20 emails in the box, just one with that days items in it. Thank you FLYLADY
Jordan has been gone for 1 week now, and her absence if felt by all. She is the talker in the house, and now we all kinda look at each other for them to like to start up a conversation. She called today to let us all know how much fun she is having and that she was not drinking too much soda, and was being a very sweet girl to all her friends. See, the power of a parent who comes before the Lord on their child's behalf is heard.
That is about all the news I have here.
OH, I did get the laundry room painted and we are going to hang the shelf and mirror in it tomorrow! I love home improvement. ok, I really dont, but I do like the finished product.
I wanted to close this on something I read the other day while skimming through Homeschooling help books. It actually made me cry. (could be hormones)
"God is so smart. I think He knows that if He told us all ahead of time what was to be in store for our lives, we would all certainly opt out earlier.He knows that if we stick with Him and do what He has set before us- because we know it is a rough job but somebody has to do it, Because we know that He is able even when we are not -He is always able to pull off great things in spite of us."
It went on to say that if you are feeling like you can't handle homeschooling your child,and that you don't know where to begin or what you should teach, then perhaps you are thinking about "you" and not God or your blessed child.
Thank you God for knowing my struggles and being there for me to cry to when nobody else is around. Thank you for my sweet Aspen, who has taught me so much these last couple of months. Thanks you God for Jordan, for all her witty humor, her sweetness to anyone, and the art of conversation. also thank you for Micah, who is proving to be both entertaining and enjoyable during the schooling hours. I see him learning to pray with the family, and my heart cries out with happiness.
You are an awesome God
Amen
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
I have been doing a lot of reading in my bible the last couple of weeks. I have been brought down to my knees and my sin has been exposed to me. I feel a tight feeling in my chest as my heart tries to come to terms with just how bad I really am. And yet, I have a loving Savior who died so that I can put my sin behind me and know that when my day of judgement comes, I can be welcomed in to my home with Jesus.
Having said that.....
I was humbled today by someone I feel is a close friend, and someone I really admire. I know that this person would never try to hurt me with words, but yet something she said cut deep. So deep, that when I got home I got out my bible and prayed for God to help me see that what was said should be an eye opener for me. This friend did not think that what she was saying probably even registered, but it did. I think that perhaps God was using her words to let me see what I had been doing. She was confessing a sin that she had done the day before, and how she needed to say she was sorry for it.
I was hit like a ton of bricks!
I had been sinning in the same way. I had not said I was sorry to the person I was hurting. This Godly woman, this friend, was openly admitting she was wrong and I was not brave enough to do the same.
I must go and confess my sins, and pray for forgivness, not only from her, but also from God.
Jesus said that His grace is deeper than my sins, and no one is happier than the one who has sincerely repented of wrong.
Having said that.....
I was humbled today by someone I feel is a close friend, and someone I really admire. I know that this person would never try to hurt me with words, but yet something she said cut deep. So deep, that when I got home I got out my bible and prayed for God to help me see that what was said should be an eye opener for me. This friend did not think that what she was saying probably even registered, but it did. I think that perhaps God was using her words to let me see what I had been doing. She was confessing a sin that she had done the day before, and how she needed to say she was sorry for it.
I was hit like a ton of bricks!
I had been sinning in the same way. I had not said I was sorry to the person I was hurting. This Godly woman, this friend, was openly admitting she was wrong and I was not brave enough to do the same.
I must go and confess my sins, and pray for forgivness, not only from her, but also from God.
Jesus said that His grace is deeper than my sins, and no one is happier than the one who has sincerely repented of wrong.
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