- Explaining to Ellie why her hands are "hands" and not "paws."
- Waiting at the bus stop for Josh...WAY too long.
- Calling bus staff every night to gently persuade them to make adjustments to the long bus ride.
- Making a LOT of lists. Mostly house related. Our house feels "heavy"...feeling the need to purge!
- Hitting the Clari.tin hard. Allergies stink. Especially when I only really got them after I had kids. Interesting.
- Trying to find a comfortable non-sleeveless shirt to wear to my non-air conditioned school. One of the boys in my class is autistic and one of his triggers is sleeveless shirts. *sigh*
- Saying a prayer for peace for this boy's family...his twin brother is also autistic.
- Saying a prayer of thanks that our children are healthy and well, ready to take on a new school year.
- Getting into school mode by purchasing many snacks and easy lunch items for the kids at school and the sitter.
- Actually "doing" my hair which is different from my summer look...ponytails 24/7.
- Taking joy in little things, playing ball with Owen on my day off today, playing school with Ellie, enjoying a quick and quiet trip to the grocery store (even with two kids!), hearing that "Mrs. W is really nice" from Josh (he actually sounded surprised), getting all green traffic lights when I'm rushing (again) to get somewhere, and tasting the last goodies of summer...tomatoes from the garden, ice cream, and cold chicken salad on fresh croissants.
- Holding back tears. These last two weeks have been filled with a fair amount of emotions as many people know the beginning of the school year brings. I've had my share of Kleen.ex moments (thanks again Sarah for listening!), but as soon as the tears are shed, there is that voice of comfort from a friend or family member (many thanks to the Hubs), and the peace in my heart that I know comes from the Lord's hand in my daily roller coaster.
- Missing blogging. I love this place where I can share what our little party is up to on a day to day basis. I'm hoping to keep up even though things are busy (and really, who isn't?).
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Things I'm doing lately...
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Tooth Number Two, Where Are You?
Dear Tooth Fairy,
We are sincerely sorry for the misplacement of tooth number two for dear Josh. Although the loss of this sweet little baby tooth was a momentous event at breakfast this morning, at this point the tooth is lost.
After putting it into a small open container for safekeeping, we set it on the counter to be moved to the special spot on Josh's dresser later tonight. Alas, in a cleaning fury by the Hubs' who, in his defense, was not present for the loss of the tooth and therefore did not know of the container's importance, rinsed out the small open container into the kitchen sink. The discovery of this loss was a sad moment for us, but we assured Josh that you are a crafty fairy and capable of many things, including finding lost teeth in the kitchen sink.
So, in closing, it is our hope that you will forgive the loss of this baby tooth and still leave the quarter for Josh that he is so eager to receive. To keep this event from happening again, we are in discussion about a very specific "Tooth Container" that would be easily identified as holding the very important item that is a lost tooth.
Again, our sincerest apologies.
The Parents
**to all my dear readers, I promise not to regale you with too many more lost tooth stories. This one just seemed appropriate for the memory books as "The one that got away."**
Thursday, August 21, 2008
It's Back to School Baby...
Because I'm a bit exhausted from relearning the first grade curriculum in an un-airconditioned building only to come home to screaming children who apparently held in all their naughtiness until I got home, and I have no idea what we are having for dinner....
I'm not even posting anything of my own here. But I want you all to read this post by Rocks in my Dryer and her Mother's prayer at Back-to-School time. It's sure to touch your heart.
Enjoy.
I'm going to go now and become really friendly with a fan.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Cup & Toothpaste Theory
When we were looking for house a few years ago one of our non-negotiables was this: our own bathroom. Blessed as it was, we not only got our own bathroom, but our own sinks. The Hubs was overjoyed (I was pretty jazzed, too) and we quickly became accustomed to our own space. But I set my foot down on one thing, I still wanted us to share some items, such as a cup and a tube of toothpaste. I acquiesced on pump hand soap because it was such a chore to move that between the two sinks (read:heavy sarcasm).
But the cup and toothpaste were my line in the sand.
When we were first dating, the Hubs would come to my family's house and in the course of time, needed to use the bathroom. At one point, he shared a little nugget of disgust with me about the main bathroom that all guests and family members used. He said he couldn't believe that we all used the same cup in the bathroom. It was just a baby blue-colored plastic cup that sat on the sink, to be washed every so often, but there as a way for a quick swig if needed. In one of my more mature reactions to this comment, I was appalled, and (over)reacted by saying that he thought my family was gross and that he was snob for even thinking it. It became affectionately called the "Blue Cup" incident.
With our new bathroom arrangements, I felt the need to share something small still. So, not only the cup, but the toothpaste became very important to me. He was fine with the cup now, mostly because we'd swapped spit for so many years, he'd figured he was generally safe. And although we had ironed out the age-old question of how to squeeze the tube, the sharing needed work. We would have small "discussions" on the placement of the toothpaste tube after its use, so that the other person would still have easy access to it.
The cup, the toothpaste; it was all very trivial, but for whatever reason, it meant a bit more to me. I wanted to share these things. I wanted to think of him as I put my toothpaste down. I knew that I was blessed to even have someone to share the cup (family germs, my love, family germs) and a tube of toothpaste with.
I recently was cleaning the bathroom (cup, too!) and realized that he had his own tube of toothpaste. While I was out of town a couple of weeks ago, he needed to use something (as I had made off with our shared tube), so he opened his own. Part of me wanted to quickly stash the newly open tube under the sink. Part of me giggled at the memory of the "Blue Cup" and my insistence on a shared tube. I'm sure the Hubs didn't give it a second thought, but as I finished my cleaning, I thought, "It's just that I want to share a cup and toothpaste with him...forever."
Dramatic?
Yes. But true.
As long as the Lord gives us days and nights together, I hope to share these things. Small and insignificant, silly or serious, mundane or life-altering, I want to share them all.
Happy 13th Anniversary, C. I love you.
Ps. The extra tube is under the sink now. Wanna share?
But the cup and toothpaste were my line in the sand.
When we were first dating, the Hubs would come to my family's house and in the course of time, needed to use the bathroom. At one point, he shared a little nugget of disgust with me about the main bathroom that all guests and family members used. He said he couldn't believe that we all used the same cup in the bathroom. It was just a baby blue-colored plastic cup that sat on the sink, to be washed every so often, but there as a way for a quick swig if needed. In one of my more mature reactions to this comment, I was appalled, and (over)reacted by saying that he thought my family was gross and that he was snob for even thinking it. It became affectionately called the "Blue Cup" incident.
With our new bathroom arrangements, I felt the need to share something small still. So, not only the cup, but the toothpaste became very important to me. He was fine with the cup now, mostly because we'd swapped spit for so many years, he'd figured he was generally safe. And although we had ironed out the age-old question of how to squeeze the tube, the sharing needed work. We would have small "discussions" on the placement of the toothpaste tube after its use, so that the other person would still have easy access to it.
The cup, the toothpaste; it was all very trivial, but for whatever reason, it meant a bit more to me. I wanted to share these things. I wanted to think of him as I put my toothpaste down. I knew that I was blessed to even have someone to share the cup (family germs, my love, family germs) and a tube of toothpaste with.
I recently was cleaning the bathroom (cup, too!) and realized that he had his own tube of toothpaste. While I was out of town a couple of weeks ago, he needed to use something (as I had made off with our shared tube), so he opened his own. Part of me wanted to quickly stash the newly open tube under the sink. Part of me giggled at the memory of the "Blue Cup" and my insistence on a shared tube. I'm sure the Hubs didn't give it a second thought, but as I finished my cleaning, I thought, "It's just that I want to share a cup and toothpaste with him...forever."
Dramatic?
Yes. But true.
As long as the Lord gives us days and nights together, I hope to share these things. Small and insignificant, silly or serious, mundane or life-altering, I want to share them all.
Happy 13th Anniversary, C. I love you.
Ps. The extra tube is under the sink now. Wanna share?
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Turkey Burger

Oh. My. Land.
Who knew eating healthy was so good? (well, at least the turkey burger part!)
We had these great turkey burgers last night with sides of equally good red potatoes and fresh squash and zucchini (from our garden!). It was such a yummy summer meal and everyone liked it! Owen is a huge fan of burgers, so this went over well with the whole crew.
"Actually Delicious Turkey Burgers"
slightly adapted from all.recipes.com
1 1/2 lbs. ground turkey
2 TBSP seasoned bread crumbs
2 TBSP finely diced onion
1 egg white, lightly beaten
2 TBSP chopped fresh parsley (I used dried)
1/2 clove garlic, peeled, minced
1/2 tsp salt
1/8 tsp pepper
1. Mix all ingredients. Form patties to your desired size. (I made 6..I also only had 1 lb. turkey)
2. Cook patties in medium skillet over medium heat, turning once to internal temp. of 180 degrees. (I used out Geo.rge F. indoor grill)
The potatoes were a throw together type thing...After I cut and boiled them, I added butter, salt, minced garlic, grated parmesan cheese and parsley. The squash and zucchini were made from a Kraf.t foods recipe which just requires the veggies to be cut, cooked in a skillet with oil and then you add garlic and shredded mozzarella cheese.
(ps. before you get all proud of me...we're having DiGi.orno "deliver" tonight!)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Letting Go
I was brave.
It was even my idea.
It might have come from a momentary feeling of confidence or finally resting in knowledge of the Lord's hand on all things, but I let him go.
All the way. Around. The block. On his bike.
By himself.
When I first mentioned it to him, his little six and a half year old eyes looked confused. As the reality of what I suggested sunk in, his eyes went from confused to confident to excited.
As he geared up with his helmet, I tried to remind him of some safety issues without sounding like a maniac. My mind's eye pictured myself running to the backyard as soon as he left to watch him appear between the neighbor's houses, checking to see if he was making it. I heard myself saying things like, "Watch for cars backing out of their driveways, you don't need to say 'hi' to anyone, if someone stops to ask you a question, just keep going..." as he already started to head down the driveway. I was following him. Still talking.
"Are you ready?"
"Yep." I said.
"See you in a couple of minutes, Mom." He looked back at me with a confident smile before he set off on his little journey. That picture will have to be kept in my mother's heart.
Of course I parked myself in the driveway determined not to panic if the time seemed a bit longer than I anticipate, not to try to see him through the houses behind us, and not to let on to anyone that I had just reached a milestone of my own.
As his blue helmet head came around the corner, I sighed with relief. He'd made it. I really didn't doubt it, but somewhere in my "logical" thinking, I could see that the one time I allow him to venture out on his own...that's when something would happen. But it didn't, and the smile on his face as he arrived back home was the incentive that I needed to know it would be ok.
He's been around the block at least one more time since then. He tells me when he plans on going, so I can watch (stand guard) for his return.
Oh, the parallels I could make between this event and the beginning of the school year.
So, I did it. And so did he.
We both did it.
It was even my idea.
It might have come from a momentary feeling of confidence or finally resting in knowledge of the Lord's hand on all things, but I let him go.
All the way. Around. The block. On his bike.
By himself.
When I first mentioned it to him, his little six and a half year old eyes looked confused. As the reality of what I suggested sunk in, his eyes went from confused to confident to excited.
As he geared up with his helmet, I tried to remind him of some safety issues without sounding like a maniac. My mind's eye pictured myself running to the backyard as soon as he left to watch him appear between the neighbor's houses, checking to see if he was making it. I heard myself saying things like, "Watch for cars backing out of their driveways, you don't need to say 'hi' to anyone, if someone stops to ask you a question, just keep going..." as he already started to head down the driveway. I was following him. Still talking.
"Are you ready?"
"Yep." I said.
"See you in a couple of minutes, Mom." He looked back at me with a confident smile before he set off on his little journey. That picture will have to be kept in my mother's heart.
Of course I parked myself in the driveway determined not to panic if the time seemed a bit longer than I anticipate, not to try to see him through the houses behind us, and not to let on to anyone that I had just reached a milestone of my own.
As his blue helmet head came around the corner, I sighed with relief. He'd made it. I really didn't doubt it, but somewhere in my "logical" thinking, I could see that the one time I allow him to venture out on his own...that's when something would happen. But it didn't, and the smile on his face as he arrived back home was the incentive that I needed to know it would be ok.
He's been around the block at least one more time since then. He tells me when he plans on going, so I can watch (stand guard) for his return.
Oh, the parallels I could make between this event and the beginning of the school year.
So, I did it. And so did he.
We both did it.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Happy Birthday, Ellie!
ELLIE:Age: Four!
Personality: Spitfire, playful, silly, "all girl" with a hint of sportiness, full of imagination
Favorites:
Foods: Pancakes, Hot dogs, Ravioli, Chocolate Milk, Mac-n-cheese
Songs: "Flip, Flop and Fly" (composed by bro. Josh)
Books: Angelina the ballerina
Movies: Monsters, Inc., Ice Age, Curious George, Cars
TV Shows: Dora, Diego, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
Games: Cadoo, Zingo, Hungry Hippos
Toys: Princess Coach, My Little Ponies
Activity with Mom: Hugs and kisses
Activity with Dad: Wrestling
Activity with Josh: "Hot Lava, Mario" (their own game, involves pillows, Ellie's bed, jumping, and screaming)
Activity with Owen: Tickle
Songs: "Flip, Flop and Fly" (composed by bro. Josh)
Books: Angelina the ballerina
Movies: Monsters, Inc., Ice Age, Curious George, Cars
TV Shows: Dora, Diego, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
Games: Cadoo, Zingo, Hungry Hippos
Toys: Princess Coach, My Little Ponies
Activity with Mom: Hugs and kisses
Activity with Dad: Wrestling
Activity with Josh: "Hot Lava, Mario" (their own game, involves pillows, Ellie's bed, jumping, and screaming)
Activity with Owen: Tickle
Now I'm four, I can learn how to: Poop on the pot.ty (yep, still working on that one)
My dearest Ellie,
We love you so much. You are the little girl amidst these bouncy boys! We love how your smile can bring light to our hearts. You are just daring enough to try some new things, but often still look to big brother to see if you can do it. Right now, you are so cuddly and love to snuggle. We know that this won't last forever, so I'm soaking up your hugs. This will be a big year for you...preschool! You will have so much fun, and have no problem making new friends! We love who you are and what you mean to our family. Happy Birthday, big girl!
Hugs,
Mommy
Oxi.clean to the Rescue...again
My dear daughter tried out her drawing skills on our dining room table.
In pen.
I was waffling between chalking this up to another "cute" story to tell when guests would come over and goog.ling "how to remove pen from faux leather" (yep, we go super fancy-like here, nothing but the best), when I thought...
Oxi.Clean?
Could it do it?
After just a few moments of working on that stain, the blue masterpiece came off the tabletop. Amazing. I've found my go-to stain remover. I'm sure these kiddos will give me plenty of opportunities to put it to the test.
ps. I love these stories, because someday I'll look back and say, "And where was I when this was going on?" Today, the answer was...on the phone, just about five steps away. Banner parenting happening here, ladies. Don't sign me up for Mother of the Year just yet. *wink*
In pen.
I was waffling between chalking this up to another "cute" story to tell when guests would come over and goog.ling "how to remove pen from faux leather" (yep, we go super fancy-like here, nothing but the best), when I thought...
Oxi.Clean?
Could it do it?
After just a few moments of working on that stain, the blue masterpiece came off the tabletop. Amazing. I've found my go-to stain remover. I'm sure these kiddos will give me plenty of opportunities to put it to the test.
ps. I love these stories, because someday I'll look back and say, "And where was I when this was going on?" Today, the answer was...on the phone, just about five steps away. Banner parenting happening here, ladies. Don't sign me up for Mother of the Year just yet. *wink*
Friday, August 08, 2008
Friday Foto
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