Sorry I've been MIA for the weekend. We took a quick, somewhat-last-minute, trip to see my parents who were visiting my grandma a couple of hours away. Since my parents live about 10 hours from us, I like to take the kids to see them when they're close by. We had a great time visiting, and we're finally home.
I had hoped to do Know & Tell Friday before we left, but didn't get a chance. In case you missed it, too, head on over to Kickin' It In Crazyville to see all the responses...they had some GREAT questions!
So, here's the GOOD NEWS I had waiting for me when I got home...I received an e-mail from the publisher of my book, Drama Ministry: A Guidebook, stating that they have agreed to publish my (and some of my friends') original drama scripts in a series of script books. The details are still being worked out, but the books should be available sometime next summer.
As for the BAD NEWS...today Hubby registered us for his high school reunion in September. Now that, in and of itself, is NOT bad news. But it does mean that it's time for me to get downright serious once again on the weight loss front. Only 2 1/2 short months to shed those last few pounds of "baby weight" that still wreak havoc on my midsection. Here I come celery sticks and running shoes...right after another piece of chocolate ;)
Monday, June 30, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The Great Conspirators, Episode 2
When we last left our tiresome duo, Little Miss and Little Man were deep in the workings of Operation Exhausted Mommy. (Read the first episode here.) We join them now several days later...
Little Man had underestimated his stamina--or was it that Mother had won the battle of wills in the night waking department? Either way, L'il Man began to neglect his nighttime wakings for the luxury of sweet sleep. He was growing accustomed to 10-11 hrs a night, much to Mother's glee. However, he and Little Miss had formulated a new plan: L'il Man grew weary around 7:30, which meant he would be awake and refreshed between 6:00 and 6:30 the following morning. L'il Miss could last late into the evening, sometimes as far as 9:00, with endless requests for "one more drink", another trip to the potty, or a simple, sweet request for Mother to "stay one minute." This left Mother (and Father) little, precious time to finish their daily chores, spend a few quiet moments alone together, and retire at a reasonable hour to prepare for the early wakings of L'il Man. It was working beautifully when another phase of their masterminded plan began to evolve.
Again, no one knows when or how it happened, but either L'il Miss or L'il Man had the genius idea of drafting the family pet, Chester, into Operation Exhuasted Mommy. They did not know that long ago, when Chester was a mere pup, he had instigated the original plan to wear Mother to sheer exhuastion. But Mother proved stronger than he realized, and he eventually wore down and succumbed to her need for sleep. But now that he had two comrades in arms, the plan was once again a possibility. It was simple really...on the mornings when L'il Man neglected to wake Mother early enough, Chester would take over the responsibility by coming to Mother's room and jingling his collar, whining at her bedside, or simply panting or scratching so loudly that it was sure to wake her. If all else failed, Chester could summon the "Barking Brigade"--a chain of canines throughout the neighborhood who, upon special request, would set in motion a loud, obnoxious chorus of barking promptly at 5:30 a.m. The chorus would last just long enough for Mother go be completely awake so that she could not easily return to slumber.
And that is what happened this morning. Chester, sensing that L'il Man was neglecting his early-morning post, set in motion the Barking Brigade, which promptly woke L'il Man, who then babbled loudly until he woke L'il Miss. The only thing that saved Mother's sanity was the chivalry of Father who sweetly offered to get up with L'il Man. Of course Mother was so awake by then, there was no going back to sleep...the plan was working beautifully.
Will Father's self-sacrifice and chivalry be able to save Mother's sanity, or will The Great Conspirators (now that there are 3!) win out? Stay tuned...
Conspirator #3--Chester
Little Man had underestimated his stamina--or was it that Mother had won the battle of wills in the night waking department? Either way, L'il Man began to neglect his nighttime wakings for the luxury of sweet sleep. He was growing accustomed to 10-11 hrs a night, much to Mother's glee. However, he and Little Miss had formulated a new plan: L'il Man grew weary around 7:30, which meant he would be awake and refreshed between 6:00 and 6:30 the following morning. L'il Miss could last late into the evening, sometimes as far as 9:00, with endless requests for "one more drink", another trip to the potty, or a simple, sweet request for Mother to "stay one minute." This left Mother (and Father) little, precious time to finish their daily chores, spend a few quiet moments alone together, and retire at a reasonable hour to prepare for the early wakings of L'il Man. It was working beautifully when another phase of their masterminded plan began to evolve.
Again, no one knows when or how it happened, but either L'il Miss or L'il Man had the genius idea of drafting the family pet, Chester, into Operation Exhuasted Mommy. They did not know that long ago, when Chester was a mere pup, he had instigated the original plan to wear Mother to sheer exhuastion. But Mother proved stronger than he realized, and he eventually wore down and succumbed to her need for sleep. But now that he had two comrades in arms, the plan was once again a possibility. It was simple really...on the mornings when L'il Man neglected to wake Mother early enough, Chester would take over the responsibility by coming to Mother's room and jingling his collar, whining at her bedside, or simply panting or scratching so loudly that it was sure to wake her. If all else failed, Chester could summon the "Barking Brigade"--a chain of canines throughout the neighborhood who, upon special request, would set in motion a loud, obnoxious chorus of barking promptly at 5:30 a.m. The chorus would last just long enough for Mother go be completely awake so that she could not easily return to slumber.
And that is what happened this morning. Chester, sensing that L'il Man was neglecting his early-morning post, set in motion the Barking Brigade, which promptly woke L'il Man, who then babbled loudly until he woke L'il Miss. The only thing that saved Mother's sanity was the chivalry of Father who sweetly offered to get up with L'il Man. Of course Mother was so awake by then, there was no going back to sleep...the plan was working beautifully.
Will Father's self-sacrifice and chivalry be able to save Mother's sanity, or will The Great Conspirators (now that there are 3!) win out? Stay tuned...
Conspirator #3--ChesterTuesday, June 24, 2008
Ode to Sick Days
Sorry it's been a few days since my last post. It seems that life has suddenly gone full speed ahead and not for any reason in particular.
Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could just shut down for the day, stay in your PJs, watch old movies on TV, and not think about anything you need to be doing or anything that someone is expecting you to do? It's for that very reason that I sometimes miss working. I firmly believe that those days are the reason God invented sick days. I am fortunate to be a relatively healthy person, so I saw no harm in taking the occasional "mental health" day while on my career path.
But one of the drawbacks to parenting is that there are no sick days. While I technically could stay in my PJs all day (I would only receive funny looks from the door-to-door salesmen that inundate our neighborhood on a daily basis), I cannot mentally "shut down" for the day. There are children to be fed, changed, napped, entertained, and otherwise stimulated emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, and well you get the idea.
I found GREAT encouragement in Sally Clarkson's post last week, "Ode to Tired Mamas." It came at a time when I really needed it...suffering from the exhaustion of having a son who's decided that 5:30 is an appropriate time to start our day! I did have a relaxing and refreshing weekend, however (thanks to Hubby taking over the early-bird wake-up calls), so I can't blame my current state entirely on lack of sleep, although I'm sure it contributes. So, whether it's fatigue, stress, lack of nutrition (what chocolate chips aren't a major food group?), or the status of the barometric pressure...we may never know the cause. Either way, I am taking Sally's advice and making some time to recharge...compliments of Breyer's Vanilla Bean ice cream (don't forget the chocolate chips and Hershey's syrup!) and a quiet evening of mindless TV watching...then off to bed early HOPEFULLY!
Maybe that will be enough to kickstart my creativity and I'll be back with a witty and compelling post that will leave you laughing and crying. Or, maybe I'll just be back with more of the same...you'll have to wait and see. :)
Have you ever had one of those days where you wish you could just shut down for the day, stay in your PJs, watch old movies on TV, and not think about anything you need to be doing or anything that someone is expecting you to do? It's for that very reason that I sometimes miss working. I firmly believe that those days are the reason God invented sick days. I am fortunate to be a relatively healthy person, so I saw no harm in taking the occasional "mental health" day while on my career path.
But one of the drawbacks to parenting is that there are no sick days. While I technically could stay in my PJs all day (I would only receive funny looks from the door-to-door salesmen that inundate our neighborhood on a daily basis), I cannot mentally "shut down" for the day. There are children to be fed, changed, napped, entertained, and otherwise stimulated emotionally, intellectually, spiritually, and well you get the idea.
I found GREAT encouragement in Sally Clarkson's post last week, "Ode to Tired Mamas." It came at a time when I really needed it...suffering from the exhaustion of having a son who's decided that 5:30 is an appropriate time to start our day! I did have a relaxing and refreshing weekend, however (thanks to Hubby taking over the early-bird wake-up calls), so I can't blame my current state entirely on lack of sleep, although I'm sure it contributes. So, whether it's fatigue, stress, lack of nutrition (what chocolate chips aren't a major food group?), or the status of the barometric pressure...we may never know the cause. Either way, I am taking Sally's advice and making some time to recharge...compliments of Breyer's Vanilla Bean ice cream (don't forget the chocolate chips and Hershey's syrup!) and a quiet evening of mindless TV watching...then off to bed early HOPEFULLY!
Maybe that will be enough to kickstart my creativity and I'll be back with a witty and compelling post that will leave you laughing and crying. Or, maybe I'll just be back with more of the same...you'll have to wait and see. :)
Friday, June 20, 2008
TGIF and KATF
Ode to Summer for this week's Know & Tell Friday (thanks to Reese and Heather at Kickin it in Crazyville):
Which is your favorite season? Why?
Definitely Autumn (or Fall, if you prefer). I love everything about it...the beautiful color of the leaves, the crispness in the air, bonfires, warm sweaters and jackets, pumpkin-flavored anything, hot cider, candy corn, everything!!
Are you a bikini or one piece gal? Do the same rules apply to your daughter, if you have one?
Definitely a one-piece or tankini for me and my Little Miss.
What is your favorite summer getaway? Beach? Lake? Mall? Indoor ice skating? Why?
Either the beach or the lake. We are so far from a beach, though the lake is a little more doable. I love being at, near, or on the water.
You're on a sandy beach, looking out at a perfectly blue ocean. The weather is perfect. What's on the table next to you? What book are you reading? Who is sitting next to you? What are you drinking?
On the table...Huge glass of iced tea with lemon
Book...Whatever I can get my hands on
Sitting next to me...no one (the idea of an afternoon to myself sounds amazing!) or my Hubby
Drinking...the glass of iced tea on the table
Do you tan? If so, are you an all-natural tanner or do you go to a salon?
I used to be...no time these days. I did the fake-bake thing a few times, but I prefer all-natural.
What is your favorite summer clothing?
Capris, T-shirt, flip-flops
You're suddenly able to transport yourself to any summer in your past. What year would you choose to be in?
The summer of 2000...went to Paris, went to Alaska for a friend's wedding, and started dating my Hubby...a stellar summer by far!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Better Late Than Never...I Guess?
I realized today that I am a terrible friend. I met up with my lifelong frined, Lora (from My Blessed Life) about a month ago and I never posted pics! How terrible am I! So I hope it's true what they say...better late than never!
We had a wonderful time at the park. As you can see the kiddos LOVED the train! And then lunch at Cracker Barrell...YUM! The girls had fun in the "just their size" rocking chairs. I definitely wish we lived closer to each other so we could do it more often!
We had a wonderful time at the park. As you can see the kiddos LOVED the train! And then lunch at Cracker Barrell...YUM! The girls had fun in the "just their size" rocking chairs. I definitely wish we lived closer to each other so we could do it more often!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Taking Joy in the Little Things
A few weeks ago, I posted a review of Sally Clarkson's book, The Mission of Motherhood: Touching Your Child's Heart for Eternity. As I was reading Sally's blog (I Take Joy), I came across Ms. Clarkson's e-mail address. On a whim, sent her an e-mail explaining how much her book meant to me, the impact it had on me and my parenting, and thanking her for her ministry. I know someone of her position (author, speaker, blogger, mother of 4, etc.) has at least a million pressing things to do at any given moment. I hoped that my e-mail might actually get read, but I definitely didn't expect a reply. Imagine my surprise when I opened my inbox the other day to find an e-mail from Sally Clarkson herself!
The fact that Ms. Clarkson took the time to e-mail me was a huge encouragement in herself, but what she said to me was even more encouraging. Her words of affirmation and support for my decision to stay home with my children, and her recognition of the fact that that isn't always an easy role were so soothing to my soul. I'd like to share just one line from her e-mail that I found so encouraging:
"I have not always found my choices easy, but I see the results in the great souls of my children."
As a mother on "this side" of parenting (just starting out), it was so encouraging to me to hear that from a mother on the "other side" (whose children are all grown). To know that it was also difficult for her, but that the tough choices paid off is in itself a huge encouragement to me. I'm sure I will revisit those words in the days and months to come. Thank you again, Sally.
On another note, we took advantage of the beautiful weather today to go on a little scavenger hunt. It was so much fun to watch my Little Miss diligently searching for a rock or flower to put in her makeshift "bag." It was such a simple outing, but it meant so much to her. It was the first thing she told Daddy about when he got home, and continued reliving it through dinner.
While on our hunt, Little Miss was taken with this tiny angel statue on our route. She stopped abruptly, stroked it's little head, and said, "Aww...look Mommy!" I was so taken with her sweetness, I could hardly notice the statue. Fortunately, I had my camera on hand to capture the moment of my angel with her angel.
It was a good day.
The fact that Ms. Clarkson took the time to e-mail me was a huge encouragement in herself, but what she said to me was even more encouraging. Her words of affirmation and support for my decision to stay home with my children, and her recognition of the fact that that isn't always an easy role were so soothing to my soul. I'd like to share just one line from her e-mail that I found so encouraging:
"I have not always found my choices easy, but I see the results in the great souls of my children."
As a mother on "this side" of parenting (just starting out), it was so encouraging to me to hear that from a mother on the "other side" (whose children are all grown). To know that it was also difficult for her, but that the tough choices paid off is in itself a huge encouragement to me. I'm sure I will revisit those words in the days and months to come. Thank you again, Sally.
On another note, we took advantage of the beautiful weather today to go on a little scavenger hunt. It was so much fun to watch my Little Miss diligently searching for a rock or flower to put in her makeshift "bag." It was such a simple outing, but it meant so much to her. It was the first thing she told Daddy about when he got home, and continued reliving it through dinner.
While on our hunt, Little Miss was taken with this tiny angel statue on our route. She stopped abruptly, stroked it's little head, and said, "Aww...look Mommy!" I was so taken with her sweetness, I could hardly notice the statue. Fortunately, I had my camera on hand to capture the moment of my angel with her angel.
It was a good day.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Menu Plan Monday
OK, here is my first attempt at "public" Menu Plan Monday (and yes, I did it for the free giveaway...keeping my fingers crossed!) Anyway, here's what our menu looks like this week:
Monday:
Rotisserie chicken (from the grocery deli as I need to go grocery shopping this afternoon)
Pasta salad (from a box)
Green beans (from a can)
*It was a crazy weekend and I haven't been shopping yet, so keeping it easy today!
Tuesday:
Lasagna (frozen from a couple of weeks ago)
Salad
Garlic toast
Wednesday:
Chicken Divan (recipe below)--recipe from my friend Jill, haven't tried it yet, but I'm sure we'll love it!
Vegetable medley
Thursday (breakfast for dinner):
Egg and sausage casserole (click here for recipe)
Fresh fruit
Toast
Friday:
Family night (which means dinner out!)
Saturday:
Grilled hamburgers with buns
Corn on the cob (on the grill, of course!)
Cucumber and blue cheese salad (click here for recipe)
Sunday:
Eat out after church, then whatever you can find for dinner!
Chicken Divan
2 pkgs. frozen broccoli, cooked
2 pkgs. frozen broccoli, cooked
pieces of cooked chicken (whole chicken, deboned, or 4 chicken breasts)
2 cans cream of chicken soup (mix 1/2 c. milk with soup to thin)
1 c. shredded cheddar cheese
Layer the above and bake at 425 for 15 minutes.
Happy (Belated) Father's Day!!
We were too busy yesterday having some family fun (and then avoiding the weird, brief hailstorm that suddenly popped up) to post a Father's Day wish for my husband, so here it is:
Happy Father's Day to my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life, and lucky for me, the father of my beautiful children! You are the best, Babe! Thank you for being the wonderful husband and father that you are!
My Boys
Happy Father's Day to my best friend, my soulmate, the love of my life, and lucky for me, the father of my beautiful children! You are the best, Babe! Thank you for being the wonderful husband and father that you are!
My BoysFriday, June 13, 2008
Rainy Friday
I love rainy days. I always have. I've always love one thing more than any other about rainy days--naps. But today my love for rainy day naps was surprised by something even greater--rainy day naps with my daughter.
As you may have guessed, it's raining here today. Not just raining. It's a veritable deluge, complete with nonstop thunder, lightning, and even a bit of hail. So when naptime rolled around, our usual ritual gave way to my lying down with my Little Miss who happens to be a bit skiddish of the thunder. I drifted off momentarily and woke to the beautiful sound of the rain on the roof and the steady, deep breathing of my sleeping child next to me. So, of course, I had to lie there for a while and soak it all in, making a mental picture and recording every detail to draw upon in the future (like the next time she throws herself on the floor in a tantrum!). I know we can't know what heaven will be like, but I'm pretty sure this afternoon I had a small taste of what it will feel like.
As you may have guessed, it's raining here today. Not just raining. It's a veritable deluge, complete with nonstop thunder, lightning, and even a bit of hail. So when naptime rolled around, our usual ritual gave way to my lying down with my Little Miss who happens to be a bit skiddish of the thunder. I drifted off momentarily and woke to the beautiful sound of the rain on the roof and the steady, deep breathing of my sleeping child next to me. So, of course, I had to lie there for a while and soak it all in, making a mental picture and recording every detail to draw upon in the future (like the next time she throws herself on the floor in a tantrum!). I know we can't know what heaven will be like, but I'm pretty sure this afternoon I had a small taste of what it will feel like.
Know & Tell Friday
TGIF!!!! Here are my answers:
1. Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done? I usually get things done, unless it's a writing assignment, then I procrastinate until right before my deadline...of course, that's when I do my best work!
2. What is the worst thing you have ever eaten? Shark. It does NOT taste like chicken!
3. What is your favorite movie, and why? There are several, depending on the category (comedy, musical, action, etc.) But I'd have to say "Chocolat" is probably one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. A movie about chocolate starring Johnny Depp...what's not to love about that?
4. What one physical feature would you want to change about yourself? That would be a toss-up: either my "thick" legs (thighs to ankles) or my lack of a chin (for which reason I HATE my profile!)
5. Would you rather travel the world, or travel through space? Travel the world...I'd love to see so much more of it.
6. Favorite cell phone feature: camera or texting? Camera...i'm not much of a texter, but I'm trying!
7. Sports car or SUV? Even with the outrageous gas prices, I'd have to say SUV...I've done the tiny car thing, and it's so much nicer to have the added space! (Although right now a minivan trumps them all!)
1. Are you a procrastinator or do you get things done? I usually get things done, unless it's a writing assignment, then I procrastinate until right before my deadline...of course, that's when I do my best work!
2. What is the worst thing you have ever eaten? Shark. It does NOT taste like chicken!
3. What is your favorite movie, and why? There are several, depending on the category (comedy, musical, action, etc.) But I'd have to say "Chocolat" is probably one of my favorites, if not my absolute favorite. A movie about chocolate starring Johnny Depp...what's not to love about that?
4. What one physical feature would you want to change about yourself? That would be a toss-up: either my "thick" legs (thighs to ankles) or my lack of a chin (for which reason I HATE my profile!)
5. Would you rather travel the world, or travel through space? Travel the world...I'd love to see so much more of it.
6. Favorite cell phone feature: camera or texting? Camera...i'm not much of a texter, but I'm trying!
7. Sports car or SUV? Even with the outrageous gas prices, I'd have to say SUV...I've done the tiny car thing, and it's so much nicer to have the added space! (Although right now a minivan trumps them all!)
Thursday, June 12, 2008
The Man I Love
I don't say it often enough, but I have an amazing Hubby. (Yes, I am going to be mushy, so if that bothers you, sorry, but it's MY blog!) ;) There really are so many reasons that I love him, but here is a small glimpse of the wonderful man I married and just one of the many reasons he is still the Love of My Life...
Today Hubby had a BIG meeting concerning a new project he's been given that is putting a lot of responsibility (and stress) on his already-overworked shoulders. (Hubby works in the information technology department for a healthcare company.) The meeting included his bosses, a couple VPs, and a new client they have recently signed who will be mostly Hubby's responsibility. The meeting lasted most of the afternoon, and at 6:00 they all decided to continue the meeting over dinner at a nearby restaurant. Despite pressure from his boss and the client, Hubby declined the invitation to dinner and simply expained to them that he had to get home to his family.
Lest you think I am sitting at home, ready to crack the whip should he venture in a few minutes late, I told him he should go to the dinner. (so as not to miss any information on the new project or to disappoint his bosses.) I'm sure he will suffer some teasing (or maybe worse) for his decision, but I know that doesn't bother him because that's not the kind of man he is. He's the kind of man who gives 110% to his job when he's at work, but when it comes to his family he gives 200% and he does everything in his power to be home at night to eat dinner with us, play with the kids, and help with bedtime. I knew it 7 years ago when we started dating, I knew it 5 years ago when we got married, but I was reminded of it again today..I got me a good man!
Today Hubby had a BIG meeting concerning a new project he's been given that is putting a lot of responsibility (and stress) on his already-overworked shoulders. (Hubby works in the information technology department for a healthcare company.) The meeting included his bosses, a couple VPs, and a new client they have recently signed who will be mostly Hubby's responsibility. The meeting lasted most of the afternoon, and at 6:00 they all decided to continue the meeting over dinner at a nearby restaurant. Despite pressure from his boss and the client, Hubby declined the invitation to dinner and simply expained to them that he had to get home to his family.
Lest you think I am sitting at home, ready to crack the whip should he venture in a few minutes late, I told him he should go to the dinner. (so as not to miss any information on the new project or to disappoint his bosses.) I'm sure he will suffer some teasing (or maybe worse) for his decision, but I know that doesn't bother him because that's not the kind of man he is. He's the kind of man who gives 110% to his job when he's at work, but when it comes to his family he gives 200% and he does everything in his power to be home at night to eat dinner with us, play with the kids, and help with bedtime. I knew it 7 years ago when we started dating, I knew it 5 years ago when we got married, but I was reminded of it again today..I got me a good man!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The Great Conspirators
There once lived two young children in a small Midwestern town, a Little Miss and a Little Man. The Little Miss loved her brother dearly, for in him she found a kindred soul and a fellow conspirator. You see, at a very young age, Little Miss had determined that her Mother was so well rested from her many years of sleep that she should never need to sleep again.
As an infant, Little Miss would wait patiently and quietly until Mother's work was done and the weary woman laid her head to rest. That was the signal to Little Miss that her work should begin. She would cry, fuss, talk, squirm, wiggle, giggle, or make any noise imaginable to keep Mother from sleeping. It didn't matter if it was the middle of the day, or the darkest night, Little Miss rose dutifully to her calling. Eventually, however, even she wore out and began to neglect her duties of rousing Mother from slumber. This caused Mother to once again grow accustomed to the tantalizing ritual of blessed sleep.
When Little Man entered the picture, Little Miss was reminded of her mission. Having grown accustomed herself to a good night's sleep, an evil plan began to form in her sweet little head. With a partner in crime, she could split the Mother-waking duties and not neglect her own blissful rest. To this day no one knows how or when it happened, but Little Miss and Little Man put their heads together and hatched a plan. Thus, The Great Conspirators were formed. Little Man agreed to take over the night watch, Little Miss would rule the days.
Little Man would wait patiently for Mother to finish her endless tasks of the day and fall lifeless into bed. Then his work would begin. However, he worked a little differently than Little Miss. Instead of crying (for he is a generally happy baby), he would simply sit or stand in his crib and loudly proclaim, "ya, ya, ya...da, da, da...ma, ma, ma." Then--and this is the ingenious part--he would be silent long enough for Mother to assume he had gone back to sleep and begin to drift off herself at which time he would start the whole chorus over again. The beauty of it was he could do this for hours!
Little Miss was pleased with her new apprentice. He was catching on quickly, and he had talents she hadn't even dreamed of such as constant motion from the time he woke to the time he slept--an added bonus in Operation Exhausted Mommy! All Little Miss had to do now was hold up her end of the arrangement...and what 3-year-old doesn't enjoy an endless barrage of questions, requests, demands, and tantrums from morning until night? Before long they will have accomplished their goal to wear Mother down to sheer exhaustion or drive her completely mad!
Do The Great Conspirators succeed in driving Mother over the edge? Or does Mother finally get some rest, restore her sanity, and return to reign again? Stay tuned...(even I'm not sure at this point!)
As an infant, Little Miss would wait patiently and quietly until Mother's work was done and the weary woman laid her head to rest. That was the signal to Little Miss that her work should begin. She would cry, fuss, talk, squirm, wiggle, giggle, or make any noise imaginable to keep Mother from sleeping. It didn't matter if it was the middle of the day, or the darkest night, Little Miss rose dutifully to her calling. Eventually, however, even she wore out and began to neglect her duties of rousing Mother from slumber. This caused Mother to once again grow accustomed to the tantalizing ritual of blessed sleep.
When Little Man entered the picture, Little Miss was reminded of her mission. Having grown accustomed herself to a good night's sleep, an evil plan began to form in her sweet little head. With a partner in crime, she could split the Mother-waking duties and not neglect her own blissful rest. To this day no one knows how or when it happened, but Little Miss and Little Man put their heads together and hatched a plan. Thus, The Great Conspirators were formed. Little Man agreed to take over the night watch, Little Miss would rule the days.
Little Man would wait patiently for Mother to finish her endless tasks of the day and fall lifeless into bed. Then his work would begin. However, he worked a little differently than Little Miss. Instead of crying (for he is a generally happy baby), he would simply sit or stand in his crib and loudly proclaim, "ya, ya, ya...da, da, da...ma, ma, ma." Then--and this is the ingenious part--he would be silent long enough for Mother to assume he had gone back to sleep and begin to drift off herself at which time he would start the whole chorus over again. The beauty of it was he could do this for hours!
Little Miss was pleased with her new apprentice. He was catching on quickly, and he had talents she hadn't even dreamed of such as constant motion from the time he woke to the time he slept--an added bonus in Operation Exhausted Mommy! All Little Miss had to do now was hold up her end of the arrangement...and what 3-year-old doesn't enjoy an endless barrage of questions, requests, demands, and tantrums from morning until night? Before long they will have accomplished their goal to wear Mother down to sheer exhaustion or drive her completely mad!
Do The Great Conspirators succeed in driving Mother over the edge? Or does Mother finally get some rest, restore her sanity, and return to reign again? Stay tuned...(even I'm not sure at this point!)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Recipes for Blueberry Muffins and Scones
OK, here are the recipes for the muffins and scones we made yesterday. The muffins turned out AWESOME (or "BODACIOUS"). I'm pretty sure I got this recipe from a blog, but I neglected to write down which one, so if you recognize it please let me know. I want to give credit where credit is due!
And here is the link to the scone recipe (at AllRecipes.com), although I must include a disclaimer: they did not turn out as flavorful as I'd hoped (and I had to add more flour to make them a bit stiffer). Since this was my first attempt at making scones, it could have been the fault of the cook! They are OK, but I think I'm going to keep looking for a scone recipe.
Bodacious Blueberry Muffins
1 and 3/4 C flour
1/3 C sugar
2 t baking powder
1/4 salt
1 beaten egg
3/4 C milk
1/4 C cooking oil
1 C blueberries
Mix together all dry ingredients. In a separate bowl mix together beaten egg, milk, and oil. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and mix until just moistened. Fold in blueberries. Place in prepared muffing pan. Bake at 400 degrees for about 20-25 minutes, or until tops are golden brown
Crumb Topping:
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
1/8 cup all purpose flour
1/2 t. ground cinnamon
1 T. Butter
Combine topping together w/a fork until it resembles a coarse cornmeal. Sprinkle on top, just before baking. This mix can easily be made in advance.
And here is the link to the scone recipe (at AllRecipes.com), although I must include a disclaimer: they did not turn out as flavorful as I'd hoped (and I had to add more flour to make them a bit stiffer). Since this was my first attempt at making scones, it could have been the fault of the cook! They are OK, but I think I'm going to keep looking for a scone recipe.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Mmmmm....Blueberries!!
I love blueberries, and I'm so glad they're finally in season. I picked up some delicious-looking berries at the store this weekend, so today we made blueberry muffins and scones. My assistant and I had a wonderful time baking (and eating) our special treats. I will post the recipes soon, but for now here are a few pics of our day of baking...
Sunday, June 8, 2008
God is in the Little Things
I know I already posted a book review on Sally Clarkson's book, The Mission of Motherhood, but I wanted to share a couple of my favorite quotes from the book:
Well, God has a funny way of showing me that my minimal efforts are already beginning to pay off. Instead of the usual "I don't know" response to the weekly "what did you learn at church today?" question, we spent the afternoon building the walls of Jericho with sofa pillows, marching around them with a take-home craft tambourine, then plummeting the "walls" to the ground. Maybe it was the hands-on story or the fun tambourine craft, but something made the story stick in my little 3-year-old's brain. The Jericho reinactment was then followed by a "mock" church service complete with heartfelt worship ("Jesus Loves Me"), a powerful sermon, and three baby dedications for her dolls!
I've often found the concept of "playing church" kind of sad...children learning to "go through the motions" rather than discovering a real relationship with God. But what Clarkson's book reminded me is that the "motions" aren't so empty or trite when they come from a heart of sincerity. The goal is to achieve actions that flow out of a relationship. My responsibility is not so much to teach my children what to do or not to do, my responsibility is to model for them a real relationship with God and convey that to them through my relationship with them.
Perhaps I'm overanalyzing (it wouldn't be the first time!). It's likely that my 3-year-old is simply now at a cognitive place where she is capable of remembering and re-enacting a Bible story. But as I watched her bow her head and dedicate her baby doll to Jesus, I couldn't help but feel like God was whispering to my heart, "Look what I can do with a small thing like a little effort on your part."
Though cultural storms attack violently each day, a solid Christian home can be a protective fortress, a haven of peace for all who live there. Those inside its walls are protected, nurtured, and nourished in body, heart, mind, and soul. Such homes need a director, guardian , and caretaker, which is what God had in mind when he designed the role of mother.Like I mentioned in the review, this book has challenged me to be more "intentional" in my parenting approach. I haven't done anything remarkable or earth-shattering. I've simply tried to "be with" my children more...and I mean actually be with them mentally as well as physically (instead of mentally running through my grocery list or "to do" list while trying to play Candyland, for example). I've also tried to capture more "teachable moments" with my daughter.
I must choose to believe that it matters that I am choosing to be with my children and slowly build their character instead of pursuing a full-time career where the results of my labor may be more immediately tangible.
Well, God has a funny way of showing me that my minimal efforts are already beginning to pay off. Instead of the usual "I don't know" response to the weekly "what did you learn at church today?" question, we spent the afternoon building the walls of Jericho with sofa pillows, marching around them with a take-home craft tambourine, then plummeting the "walls" to the ground. Maybe it was the hands-on story or the fun tambourine craft, but something made the story stick in my little 3-year-old's brain. The Jericho reinactment was then followed by a "mock" church service complete with heartfelt worship ("Jesus Loves Me"), a powerful sermon, and three baby dedications for her dolls!
I've often found the concept of "playing church" kind of sad...children learning to "go through the motions" rather than discovering a real relationship with God. But what Clarkson's book reminded me is that the "motions" aren't so empty or trite when they come from a heart of sincerity. The goal is to achieve actions that flow out of a relationship. My responsibility is not so much to teach my children what to do or not to do, my responsibility is to model for them a real relationship with God and convey that to them through my relationship with them.
Perhaps I'm overanalyzing (it wouldn't be the first time!). It's likely that my 3-year-old is simply now at a cognitive place where she is capable of remembering and re-enacting a Bible story. But as I watched her bow her head and dedicate her baby doll to Jesus, I couldn't help but feel like God was whispering to my heart, "Look what I can do with a small thing like a little effort on your part."
Thursday, June 5, 2008
The Mission of Motherhood: A Book Review
Although this isn't Sally Clarkson's most recent book (it was written in 2003), The Mission of Motherhood: Touching Your Child's Heart for Eternity is a fresh and encouraging read for any mom. The principles Clarkson presents are almost a "given" for any Christian mom; however, she presents them in a fresh way that challenges even the most "church-savvy" mom. I was greatly encouraged by Clarkson's real-life approach to parenting and motherhood. Her vast experience raising her four children shines through in her words of wisdom and insight. Yet she takes the tone of a trusted and wiser friend rather than an experienced know-it-all. I found myself challenged again to be more intentional in my parenting approach.
Here is an excerpt from the back cover of the book:
No calling is greater, nobler, or more fulfilling than that of motherhood. Every day, as we nurture our children, mothers influence eternal destiny as no one else can. Tragically, today's culture minimizes the vital importance of a mother's role. By catching a vision of God's original design and allowing it to shape your life, you can rediscover the joy and fulfillment that can be found in the strategic role to which God in all his wisdom has called you, for a purpose far greater than you can ever imagine.
I definitely recommend this book to any mom who desires to follow God's calling and be the person God has called her to be.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
From the Mouths of Babes
When I began potty training my oldest, almost a year ago, I knew we would have some "embarrassing" public moments. But I never stopped to think it might play out like the following scenario which happened twice...yes, twice...in the last three days:
While in a public place (once a restaurant, once a grocery store), my 3-year-old needed to use the bathroom. As I stooped next to her, helping her steady her small frame on the large seat, she expressed her concern, "Will I fall in?" (She had one such traumatic event a few months ago.) I explained that although her bottom was small and the seat was big, I would hold her and would not let her fall in. That seemed to calm her fears and she was able to finish her business. When it was my turn to use the facilities, my precious daughter asked, "Will you fall in, Mommy?" I simply said, "no" to which she replied (loudly), "'Cause your bottom is BIG!" Of course, the other stalls were also occupied at the time of this sincere proclamation (no such luck as finding an empty public restroom!). I would like to take a moment to thank those ladies for not bursting out in laughter right then and there.
Yes, my daughter has now proudly announcet to the female patronage of our favorite restaurant and grocery store that my hind quarters are "BIG." Maybe it's time to lay off the chocolate...then again, she's only 3. What does she know? ;)
While in a public place (once a restaurant, once a grocery store), my 3-year-old needed to use the bathroom. As I stooped next to her, helping her steady her small frame on the large seat, she expressed her concern, "Will I fall in?" (She had one such traumatic event a few months ago.) I explained that although her bottom was small and the seat was big, I would hold her and would not let her fall in. That seemed to calm her fears and she was able to finish her business. When it was my turn to use the facilities, my precious daughter asked, "Will you fall in, Mommy?" I simply said, "no" to which she replied (loudly), "'Cause your bottom is BIG!" Of course, the other stalls were also occupied at the time of this sincere proclamation (no such luck as finding an empty public restroom!). I would like to take a moment to thank those ladies for not bursting out in laughter right then and there.
Yes, my daughter has now proudly announcet to the female patronage of our favorite restaurant and grocery store that my hind quarters are "BIG." Maybe it's time to lay off the chocolate...then again, she's only 3. What does she know? ;)
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