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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Kid Logic

A conversation that was overheard today.

7 yodd: "I don't have to do that."

4 yodd: "I want you to."

7 yodd: "You can't make me, even if we fight."

4 yodd: "If we fight, you are still my sister. If sisters fight, they are still sisters. If brothers fight, they are still brothers. If dogs fight, they are still dogs. If boys fight, they are still boys."

7 yodd: "Of course you don't change when you fight! Sisters stay sisters, brothers stay brothers, dogs stay dogs and boys stay boys. But, I'm not doing that. I'll still be your sister, though."

I'm not sure what they were talking about but it seemed to soothe things over when the 7yo said that they would still be sisters! Somewhere in there, is a logical point, I'm sure of it! If you can figure it out, let me know. :)

Saturday, March 7, 2009

A Visitor

My Dad was here over the Christmas holidays and we were able to spend some time with him. He took all four girls to Exploration Place for the day! He is a brave man. :) (I know the pictures are long overdue. I told you I was behind!)

Our third oldest took this picture. I can't show the one our youngest took!

They wanted to pose for a picture with Grandpa Don.

They held out for as long as they could...

Then they showed their true colors!

I am sure spending the day with my kiddos opened his eyes a little bit! They are a little on the strange side. ;)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Laundry and its Spiritual Significance

As I look at the mountains, and I do mean mountains, of laundry that are filling every possible space my house I have to wonder how? How can six people make such a mess? Is it really all six of them or just a select few who are the messies? I also wonder if all of these clothes are really being worn or if they are just thrown around to distract me from the fact that the kids always seem to be in the same clothes. I mean really, can they wear that many clothes in a week? Seriously.

Anyway, as I was looking forlornly at the pile of laundry that was growing higher and higher in my front room, I began wondering what God was trying to teach me. I knew that had to be some great spiritual awakening just waiting for me if I could only figure it out. I set my mind to work and not my hands to try and flesh out this fleeting idea that laundry has meaning. When my daughter walked by, I was struck by something. No, she did not throw anything at me, I noticed her clothes. It was then that the spiritual significance of laundry came to me.

How can laundry have a spiritual significance, you ask? Well, some think that you are blessing the wearer of the clothes by washing, folding, and putting away their laundry. You can even pray for them while you are doing said laundry. How about counting your blessings while doing laundry? Yes, those are all good ideas; but, they are not what I am talking about and not usually what I am doing while I am doing someone else’s laundry!

You see, my children all have favorite pieces of clothing. You know the ones that they wear constantly and cry over when they are forced to wear something different. It doesn’t matter if they are clean or not, they will wear them. Full of holes and stains, yup, they will wear them. They feel comfortable in them; they feel pretty and confidant in them. So much so, that they will dig them out of the dirty laundry and put them on again. I think they would keep doing this over and over if I didn’t offer, or force however you want to say it, to wash them myself. And sometimes they will even turn down my offer just to keep wearing them. More than occasionally their desire for comfort outweighs their need to be clean.

Now, I want my children to feel confidant and pretty and comfortable, I just want them to do it while they are clean! That’s not too much to ask, right? I mean, I want what is best for my children even if it makes them uncomfortable sometimes. Not to mention the fact that it reflects favorably on me when they look nice and poorly when they look stained and holey.

I pondered all of this while I sat staring at the pile of clean clothes. Then, a still small voice whispered to me a thought so convicting that I tried to push it away. Ever the gentleman, the Holy Spirit waited for me to invite him back and then waited patiently while I tried to come up with reasons that it wasn’t true for me. When I finally stopped struggling, the truth washed over me.

Here is the spiritual significance: We as sinful people have our ‘clothes’ of pet sins that we continually put on even though we know that they are ‘stained and holey’. We will choose to keep ‘putting on’ the sin instead of allowing our Father to clean them for us. How many times have I cried to my Father about digging something out of the trash and wearing it again because I was too scared to change. How often have I begged God to let me be for one more day because it was the ‘only way that I knew’. We are creatures of comfort and will avoid all situations that cause us to see ourselves for what we really are. It is uncomfortable to admit that we need to change our ‘clothes’. We like to be comfortable and we all want to feel pretty. What we can’t seem to understand is that our true beauty is not based on what our ‘clothes’ look like but on who God has created us to be. We can not fully realize that until we allow our Father to have our sins and to wash us through the sacrifice of Jesus Christ. Then he will give us new ‘clothes’ to put on that will make us more beautiful that we could ever imagine.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

More Randomness!

My mother-in-law and father-in-law.

My brother-in-law and his wife.

Another brother-in-law and his wife!

Having some fun in the kitchen!

We are reading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader as a family and our youngest just couldn't hold out. After a few minutes of this, we heard squealing. Evidently, there was some drool involved!

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

My Inspiration for this morning

It was a late night and an early morning and I needed a strong dose of cappuccino this morning. When I opened the cabinet, I couldn't help but smile as I was met with a glorious sight. A full shelf of my favorite morning addiction, I mean drink!

I have gotten some new mugs since the last time I posted pictures of my collection!

The first three were gifts from my children. :)

This one was a gift from my dh for Valentine's Day. He knows what I like!

This is what I find when I slurp out the last drops of the warm, sugary goodness.

I got this one from Starbuck's. I don't really care for their coffee; but their mugs are rockin'!

This one is actually Steven's. It could be mine in a very short time. I could use it during the day and he would never know the difference!!

Here is a picture of the toe this morning. This really doesnt' do it justice, I just couldn't get my camera and my eyes to work together this morning.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

A great start to the week!

The kids went to my mom's this weekend for a little fun and relaxation. For them as well as us! When I picked them up this afternoon, my oldest said that she hurt her toe this morning. I was pretty sure that it was no big deal and my mom said that she had taped it to make my dd feel better!

I didn't look at it. Not a great choice, but hindsight is always very convicting! We sent her and her sister to AWANA Games practice this afternoon with a firm 'you'll be just fine' and a knowing look to eachother that said, 'she's totally faking it'.

After practice, she came in the house and was in tears. She peeled her sock off and looked like she was turning green. When I saw her foot, I almost turned green!

Her toe was swollen as well as part of her outer foot and the inside part of her toe was turning a sickly blackish/blue color. Um yeah, I think that we may be making a trip to the doctor in the morning to have it checked out.

I know that I don't usually have the best of luck in judging these things, so I am putting it out there right now; I get the bad mom award. Again.

I don't know if it is broken, at this point it doesn't really matter. I should have checked it. Maybe next time I will look at the owie and I will be able to tell if something is really wrong or not.

Then again, I probably won't be able to and will keep making kids use broken appendages for days on end while I keep insisting that they are fine.

Ain't life grand?

Here is a picture. It's not very good, I was having a hard time not laughing because it looks so cool! I mean gross. I mean bad. Nah, it is cool!

p.s. I love you Mom!!