Christmas Day ... this feast was at my in-laws ... prime rib this year
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Christmas Day ... this feast was at my in-laws ... prime rib this year
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Halo is on Buddy's first snowboard (from last Christmas) ... and having a grand time!
Buddy is on a new one that we picked up yesterday. He was ready for a more challenging snowboard ... with boot straps and without a hand rope. (The sledder is Foofie. She tries to snowboard too ... but it scares me a bit.)
Friday, December 18, 2009
Halo and Buddy both responded to this by saying, "I don't want to go to college."
"Okay, that's fine," I said ... "But ... you might change your mind."
Four year-old Foofie was listening in ... and interjected, "I can't wait to go to college!"
She wasn't kidding ...
Yesterday, she was pestering me to get her a cursive book or else print off some cursive sheets online. (As you will see ... her penmanship still needs a little improvement though.) And the day before? She was copying a list of Halo's fifth grade spelling words! An eager student is a joy to her teacher :)
One of the spelling words was breathtaking ... I explained to her that it a word for something amazing ... like a breathtaking view. "No," she disagreed, "that's what they do at the doctor's office. They take your breath."
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Anyway, thirteen days ago ... it was Sunday and I was at church. During the sermon, the pastor said, "ninety-nine sheep came home" ... and a song immediately began to germinate in my head. By the way, the rest of the song was developed that afternoon and evening ... I did hear the remainder of the sermon ;) You see, about a month before, Jeff and I were listening to some old eighties songs on youtube. One of these flashback songs was Ninety-Nine Red Balloons by Nena ... and it had kind-of been stuck in my head ever since that night. So ... when Pastor King said ninety-nine sheep came home ~ which you'll notice has three syllables like red balloons ~ inspiration struck ;)
ninety-nine sheep went home
one got lost where did she go?
the shepherd searched all over town
a looking for that hundredth one
he searched for her ... all night long
calling her with his sheep song
in the meadow, near the wheat
ninety-nine fluffy sheep went bleat ...
ninety-nine sheep went on home
one got lost where did she go?
he hurried and scurried all around
until at last his sheep was found
Friday, December 4, 2009
I started with a ruler and lots of measuring and then hand-coloring the triangles (to be accurate, they are called points). After coloring about six points, I decided that cutting the triangles from colored paper and pasting them on cardstock would be quicker ... so I cut out twenty-four triangles with my paper cutter. It was faster! Next, I glued them on the cardstock ... but it was curling a bit at the edges. So ... I made it a tad smaller to fit in our copy machine. Then, I made a color copy of the board and finished it off by tucking it in a document laminating page. Ta~da! Lots of fun is in our future now ;)
"When your tummy gets huge again and you're going to have another baby ... it will be a girl because we just had a boy. But maybe it will be a boy. We could name him East. Or we could name him West. If he was East, we could call him Easter. Do you like East or West, Mamma?"
"Of those two, I'd pick West."
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I returned to the table and relayed this exchange to my waiting family.
"Were there public restrooms when you were a kid?" Halo asked.
P.S. Sorry to break this to you ... but the buttons on the hand dryers (or the levers on the towel dispensers) in public bathrooms are really not clean ... not at all. I used to think they were okay until I noticed lots of gals turn them on with their elbows. Once, I even saw a tween use her foot (which would be her shoe) to start the dryer. This was after she had asked her mother to turn it on and the mother refused ... because ... she was afraid to?
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
She could've been a hippie ...
Check out these cheeks!!! Baby's that is ;)
Digging for jewels ...
Monday, November 16, 2009
"How's school?" I asked.
"Stupid," he blurted out.
"Why is it stupid?" I questioned.
"Because kids date," he answered.
"Yeah," I agreed ... "That is pretty stupid."
He is only two years older than my Halo ... I thought sadly. He is in sixth grade and happens to go to a government school ... but the same could happen at private schools or in church groups. Dating also seems unwise for high school kids ... unless, I suppose, you were in the upper grades and ready to get married at eighteen or nineteen. Dating that doesn't lead to marriage generally produces some type of "baggage". What good could possibly come from dating if marriage isn't in the near future??? I can't think of anything ... can you???
This leads me to another thought ... why do some parents tell their small preschool-age children that they have a boyfriend or girlfriend??? I guess I don't know why ... but it seems that a little girl who gets used to the idea that she has a boyfriend ... will be more comfortable having real boyfriends at a young age (and vice-versa).
Sunday, November 15, 2009
When Foofie was about 15 months until about age 2 1/2 ... every time she saw a cross ~ which was usually spotted on a church ~ she would shout out, "Hallujah!" (Hall-oo-yah) She always called out several hallujahs for each cross she spotted! I also remember when we drove to the Outer Banks, we passed a huge hill that had three large crosses erected on it and Foofie got really excited about that. "Hallujah! Hallujah! Hallujah!" We don't know how she came to link crosses with shouting hallujah ... but it was soooo darling. Now though, it's just a fun memory. I didn't want to forget it forever ... so I thought I'd share it here :)
Foofie is growing older ... as we all are ... and she's finished with the hallujahs ... but she still says "lello" for yellow. I can't bring myself to correct her because she says lello so cutely! I might be a bit sad when she starts saying yellow ...
Friday, November 13, 2009
These books are geared for early elementary age readers. The main characters are 7 and 8 years old. They are a brother and sister named ... Jack and Annie. This hugely popular series is DANGEROUS! What is cleverly woven into its interesting storyline? Witchcraft. It is subtle ... but it is definitely there! The witch in book #20 is a librarian ... she cast a spell and turned a dog (back) into a boy! Jack and Annie helped break the spell by collecting four items. She tells her young helper (the boy who was a dog) who is "training to work in her library" and who "has a rare gift for magic" ... that she hopes "next time you'll (he'll) ask before trying the spells in my spell book". The four lessons the boy needed to learn (not Jack, but the one who was a dog for a time) were:
1. Time is very precious. It must be used wisely.
2. You should not be afraid to stand up for yourself. A small creature can be one of the bravest.
3. Nature should be respected. Nature holds many wonders.
4. Study of other times and places is important. There is magic and wisdom in the traditions of ancient peoples.
Now, there is some truth in the above list ... and I don't have time to get into all of it just now. For the moment, let me just stress that nature is overly important to Wiccans and they believe there is power in nature. Number four is eyebrow raising as well. Number two seems okay to our selfish minds ... but it doesn't really line up with Scripture. Number one is the only item that really agrees with the Bible. But remember ... something that is mostly good with just a little bad thrown in ... is bad! Brownies that are 99% brownie and only 1% dog poop ... are bad!
Also included in the book is this hooey ...
"At one time, all the continents on earth were part of one huge land mass. Australia became separated from this mass about 200 million years ago. Because it is a separate continent, its animals have evolved differently from those on other continents." AND "Kangaroos have been in Australia for 25 million years." Come on ... no one really knows this!
I also found it noteworthy that the witch is named Morgan le Fay ... while Anton le Vey is the High Priest and Founder of the Church of Satan. Hmmm ... interesting choice of a name!
Witchcraft is big and getting bigger ... and even getting to be cool! There are many books for kids that teach how to be a witch ... often with pictures of attractive people on the cover. Let's not forget that Satan is currently having his reign here ... that he is prowling around looking for someone to DEVOUR! Pray that it won't be our children! Let's wake up!!!
As always ... it doesn't really matter what I think. What does YHWH say about witchcraft???
"You shall not ... practice divination." Leviticus 19:26
"I will set my face against the person who turns to mediums and spiritists ..." Leviticus 20:6
"Let no one be found among you ... who practices divination or sorcery, interprets omens, engages in witchcraft, or casts spells, or who is a medium or spiritist, or who consults the dead" Deuteronomy 18:10
So ... do you think God finds it acceptable if I just want to read about the things HE DETESTS for entertainment??? It's not as though I'm going to start casting spells or try to be a witch ... I'm just reading a story. Right? Isn't that okay?
Why, however, would I want to fill my mind with this stuff???
Harry Potter might be next :)
After telling her what I was hoping for ... she said, "Okay. Yes ... it will be a real classic look." What is that anyway? Then, when she was finished snipping and was well into the styling of my hair, she commented ... "We don't want you looking like a bubblehead." Or a lamp or a mushroom ... I thought. Not too classic!!! So ... she tweaked it a tiny bit more with the scissors ... but not much!
Anyway, I'm disliking it more and MoRe and MORE as the day goes on ... and just wanted to "vent"! So ... I'm venting! (By the way ... I don't really like the words vent and venting.) Just so you know ... I probably will not show you what it really looks like if you ask :) Also, I'm going to try to scrape it back into an itty bitty bun for the next four months or else wear a bandana! Scrape ... because it BARELY works now ... lots of hunks (or honks as I've also called them) insist on falling out. My ever-witty husband said I was onto something ... that Honks Hair might be a good name for a beauty salon (a barber shop is more like it). And yes ... my kids all think its weird! But it's only hair ... such a minor, trivial thing ... and thankfully, it grows! Toodle-loo :)
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Not many ... as I noted in another post ...
Here's Little Buddy posing at the "Harvest Fest" ... I think he's going to keep his blue eyes!
Foofie went as Snow White (three years running now) ... here she is at the end of the event ... tired and hungry for supper ... and being a bit of what we call a "crabby crank".
And Halo was a fairy!
I also discovered a few pictures worth sharing on Halo's camera ...
Monday, November 2, 2009
Afterwards, we had to stop for ice cream ... even though we were probably a bit on the full side. I took about a half-dozen pictures of these three together and one of them was always looking at their cone ... or eating it :)Cookies~n~Cream ... Cotton Candy ...
Sunday, November 1, 2009
to hear the garage open.
"Does Halo have five hundred-five hundred ears?"
"I call you LOVE MOMMY."
"Do bad guys ever shoot through wooden doors?"
I got one of my first "love notes" from Foofie :)
ILU ("That means I love you ...)
Mommy (and Mommy)
Jesus (and Jesus" she said.)
"Halo's acting like she's the boss of America ... but MOMMY'S the boss of America!"
Friday, October 30, 2009
I've been wondering ... if I could dream up some type of group exercise ~ like aerobics, kickboxing, pilates, whatever ~ and we would repeat Bible verses as we were working out ... maybe listen to worship songs ... do you think hindus (and muslims and buddhists) would desire to come "just for the exercise"???
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
"Of course," Daddy replied.
"Could we pray three times tonight?" Foofie questioned.
"Five?" She asked.
"Yes," said Daddy.
Foofie giggled and gasped and put her hand over her open mouth as though astounded.
"Seven?" She continued.
More giggling and gasping and covering her gaping mouth.
"How about ten times?"
"Yes, we could even pray ten times. In fact, the Bible says to pray all the time ... to pray without stopping." Daddy answered.
"It also says to pray without ceasing," Foofie added.
Note: She didn't come up with this on her own ... but it was cute nonetheless. Jeff was teaching the kids about this a few weeks ago during what the kids have titled "Bible Time". Her attention wanders sometimes ... so we were glad to see she remembered this.
Friday, October 23, 2009
The first concern with the "best friends" label is that it is exclusive. By definition, it excludes everyone but the two best friends. (Yes, three people could be best friends ... or you could have several best friends ... but generally it is used to describe the relationship between two friends.) It is ranking people. It doesn't portray kindness to your "lesser friends" ... and naturally, we want to be kind. In fact, in Scripture we are commanded to be kind.
Secondly, I explained to my children that using this language isn't often true ... and of course we want our word to be true. Most BFFs do not end up being best friends forever. People change. Stuff happens. People move. Situations change. What does one do, I asked my children, when their best friend moves far away and all of their lesser friends are hardly even their friends anymore?
I know about having best friends. I was best friends with Anne in elementary school ... but then when I moved up to middle school ... I found a new best friend, Traci. Switching best friends can be a bit sticky, ya know? Traci and I had "best friends" necklaces (to really solidify our friendship ~ hahaha) ... the kind with the charm broken in half. I had the half that said BE FRI ... and she had ST ENDS. She even had our names engraved on the back at Things Remembered. Today, however, I'm not best friends with either Anne or Traci. You might be thinking ... big deal ... that's how kids are ... it didn't really hurt anything ... it helps kids cope or something like that??? On the other side of childhood though ... I'm thinking how I sent the message to my other friends that they were less valued by me. I wasn't treating those girls how I wanted to be treated.
Finally, needing to use the "best friends" term seems to reveal insecurity. (There are, I think, two exceptions to this ... which will come later.) We are trying to find security in this friend ... in our status ... in this relationship ... in being someone's best friend. In situations like this, we are motivated by selfishness. I want to be best friends with someone really cool ... popular ... neat ... whatever. I want to know that someone likes me best! If we are Christians though ... shouldn't our security be found in Christ?
It also exposes insecurities in parents. For example, I once heard a mother talking about her daughter's best friend. Her daughter, however, was only ten or eleven months old! And the best friend? She was maybe a whole three months old! These babies don't even know the word friend! Maybe they will be friends ... but maybe they won't "click". This makes one wonder ... why does the mother feel the need to claim a best friend for her baby daughter???
We instructed our children to not overreact and make a big deal when they hear their friends talking about their best friend or saying they want to be best friends ... because it's not a sin. It's just a what is best issue ... a preference issue. Also, some parents haven't talked to their children about this ... or perhaps they haven't even thought it through much.
We coached the kids this way ...
If a friend tells you that you are their best friend, say something like ... "Thank you. You are a good friend of mine too." If a friend asks if you want to be best friends ... try to explain why you don't use those exact words. Let them know you don't have a best friend ... but you think they are really a special, dear, good, close, whatever friend.
Of course we are going to have tighter friendships with some than with others ... and these might change depending on our stage of life and other factors. The point here is that it isn't helpful or necessary ~ and can be hurtful ~ to publicly rank our friendships. It's quite possible to have deep, meaningful friendships without making a vow of lifelong best friendship.
So ... recently Buddy's buddy told him they were B.F.F.. "That's right," Buddy agreed ... "We are BOY friends forever!" :) It's nice to see your children following your instructions ... I hope they'll believe our wisdom about how stupid dating is too ; ) That might be a tougher sell though ...
If Buddy and his buddy are close buddies for the rest of their lives ... all well and good! They will be able to know they are special friends by how they treat each other, by how they confide in each other, by how they enjoy being together ... and a "best friends" label isn't needed to make their friendship richer.
Two exceptions: spouses and siblings
When a wife, for example, says her husband is her best friend it's not excluding ... because they already have an exclusive relationship. Also, it is more likely that they will remain best friends ... unlike our best friendships from childhood. Finally, it seems more indicative of a good marriage than an insecurity of needing to attach yourself to one particular person. The same is true for some siblings. I know these two brothers who are nine years apart ... and best friends. (By the way, they only have sisters ... so they aren't excluding any other brothers.) They already have a unique relationship, they will probably always be close, and their best friendship shows great love for one another ... not a need for security.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
LOTS OF EMPTY, WHITE SPACE.
Upon further inspection, I noticed some tiny drawings down near the bottom ...
"There's hardly anything on this card, Buddy." I remarked casually.
"Yes, there is. There's a little golf club, a little golf tee, and a little golf ball ... because we're going mini-golfing." He explained ... and wondered, I think, why I was so slow to catch on.
"If we were going regular golfing ... I would have drawn it all bigger." Of course!!!
Isn't that cute? It's so him ~ I love it!
NOTE: They ended up going bowling instead. Buddy, of course, had a super fun time nonetheless :)
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Foofie is more than 100% ... "I'm one hundred point one sure!" ... 100.1
Driving around. Running errands.
"Can we go get me a burger?" Foofie asked ... "I haven't had a burger yet today."
Perhaps she has already had too many burgers in her short life!
"Do you think I could sell the police badges that I make?" asked Buddy.
"No," Halo responded quickly.
"Laminated?" (usually means packing tape)
He tried again ... "Laminated ... with a pin?" (a safety pin taped on back)
We all laughed.
Foofie greeting Baby in the morning ... "Hello, my big huge humongous little friend!"
Chatting (and somewhat joking) with the pediatrician ...
"Well ... I'm a bit of a conspiracy theorist."
Okay ... maybe not the best thing to say ... considering the nurses and doctors at our clinic ask all sorts of personal questions (which are none of their business) and then record copious notes about us on our "charts".
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Anyway, Buddy came into the garage in his swimsuit and announced that we were going to the lake. He wanted to get baptised. Jeff followed behind shortly with towels ... also in swim shorts. It began sprinkling out as we were all getting buckled into the van. We started driving and I noticed the outside temp was 57 degrees :)
(I didn't quite catch it all on video ...)
"Do you want another pop?" I asked Jeff.
"What kind?" I questioned.
"Are you sure?"
"Get your own." I replied ... quite kindly :)
We both burst out laughing. What a wife!
(I think I said this because I started thinking about checking on Little Buddy ... instead of going for pop right then. Anyway, Jeff didn't know what I was thinking ... even after twelve years of marriage!)
"Maybe ... I should start a blog," Jeff replied, "and write down all of the funny things you say!"
(Then ... I changed my mind again ... can you believe that??? I didn't want to be a bad wife. And so ... I refilled his Mello Yello after all.)
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
"Do you homeschool?"
"Yes!" I responded ... "Do I look crazy or something?"
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Anyway ... I've never been photographed shortly before delivery ... and got the idea to do it this time around (this might be the last opportunity!) ... but the camera went flying into the far recesses of our van as we were racing to the hospital. So ... after Baby arrived, Jeff had to go back out to our vehicle to search for the camera.
Nikki ~ After MUCH delay ... here's the photo you asked about ... it just took a few months :)
And now ... the babies! One is just over four months & one is almost four months. It's fun(ny) to see them together because they are so different. Big and strong. Small and delicate.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Also, trying to pick a blogname for Baby. Baby works for now ... but it obviously won't be too cool when he's say ... four??? I'm considering Zee, Junior, and Moses at this point. Any other suggestions?
FYI >>> We are on the medium level of personal information shared on this site ... so we don't use our childrens' real names. High exposure would be using real names and including photos of people. Low exposure ... provides maximum security ... by using code names and not posting any photos of the blogee or blogee's family. I just made this all up. I don't know if it really matters anyway ... but my husband ... he is the protector, you know :) ... thought it best if we didn't use our childrens' names. I also think I just made up "blogee" ... or have you heard the word before?
Well ... I must be fresh out of ideas or something ... since I'm rambling like a hill ... like a valley? I don't know ... what rambles???
P.S. Oh wait ... is it a man? Is there a song about a rambling man?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
This might only interest Grandma & Grandpa ... but oh well :) With each child I'm increasingly enjoying the cooing days ... and often trying to capture a snippet of it on video. I just think it's so sweet and darling ... the first steps towards language. This is one of our earliest conversations (late July) ... when Baby was about two months old.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
"Be careful!" I cautioned her.
"You get two sets of teeth ... but only one face."
Ever the hopeful optimist ... "I get two noses though."
"How would that work?" I asked.
"If I break my nose ... which would be very BAD ...
I'd have to go to the doctor and get a new nose."
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
"I'm never going to the eye doctor because
I'm never gonna have bad eyes."
"I'm never going to have bad eyes either," Buddy agreed.
"Me too! NEVER!" Foofie repeated with her usual exuberance ...
"But I will have bad teeth!"
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
yes, it's our "mail lady"!
This spring and summer, whenever the kids were playing outside during the afternoon mail delivery (which was often), they would hustle over to visit with the mail lady. A little ritual began where Foofie would "help" by opening and shutting the last three boxes. Mrs. Stevens would then thank her for helping. Next, Foofie would say, "Wanna race to the driveway?" Yes, the mail lady was always interested in racing and would call out ... ready, set, go. The kids took the race very seriously and would dash off at their top speeds. Mrs. Stevens always let them win ... and then she would say, "My, you're so fast! You won again!" Finally, the mail lady would loop around the circle at the end of the cul-de-sac ... and many good-byes were hollared back and forth as she passed by en route to her next destination.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Here is 1 handcuff key, 1 ID card, 1 sheriff badge, and 2 keys for the clubhouse.
Do you have a LCPD Badge? If so we are starting a Lego City Police Department Watch for your neighborhood. Visit us on the web at lcpd.com and have fun. You will find out more about LCPD and badges.
"so past that now" :)
I have something urgent to tell you. I am now added as a member to The International Police Club. You have a choice to join the club or not. If you choose yes to join, so-and-so is our protector and spy. You are a jail watch if you want to be one. The rules are: fight off intruders and keep our prisoner in line. Try to stay away from them (bad apples). Don't show this to anybody. Okay? VERY dangerous. I am second watch.
P.S. This is the stamp that means our club president has approved.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday, August 2, 2009
"I think there's gonna be crowns there ... and suckers." Foofie contributed. "I think Jesus will have suckers in his pockets!"
All of my kids love treats ... who doesn't?!? Foofie, however, has the most demanding sweet tooth ... or perhaps the least discipline for delayed gratification. I'm not quite sure when she started doing this ... maybe a year ago or so ... but if she would receive some goodie and I'd say we need to save it for later ... she would start sucking on it anyway (perhaps on the car ride home) ... wrapper and all. The first few times I saw this, I asked what she was doing and reminded her that she wasn't going to have the treat now. "I know. I'm only having the wrapper." She would say. Okay, I thought, she is pretending to have it ... whatever. Anyway, at some point, I discovered that she was getting a hole in the package and having some of her treat without my knowing! I was finding sticky suckers ~ still in their wrappers, of course ~ peppermints that were no longer red and white, but pinkish ... you get the idea.