a picture paints… (end of the school year gallery)
A peek at our last two weeks–Bub’s awards banquet, during the week of cheerleading tryouts. (She is now an official member of the 7th grade squad!) She received, at the banquet, the award for 6th Grade...
Read Moremy son on (not) crying
“It’s not really that I’m sad,” he says bravely as he wipes his eyes and fights for the ability to speak. “It’s just that sometimes my voice just stops working and my eyes get all watery. That’s all.” Mmmhmmmm…. (I promise a REAL post tomorrow! Space Camp wore me out!)
Read Morelesson one–do not hide
Was out walking tonight, thinking about my “strong, silent type” (my prayer for him on the heals of praying for “strong, passionate, creative, and independent” in my firstborn). I heard this song again for the first time in a few years, and as I prayed these things for him, was reminded how much I love it. Which is way too much to not share it. For Buddy–I have a hundred reasons why I love you. Boys (Lesson One) by Jars of Clay Lesson one – do not hide Lesson two – there are right ways to fight And if you have questions We can talk through the...
Read Moreinquiring minds want to know
Ironically enough, they both started asking at the same age. Don’t ask me how that happened–I’ve yet to understand it. Why my second grade daughter came home (more than once) from her conservative Christian school asking, “Momma, what is sex?” is still a bit of a mystery to me. Though seeing the precociousness of her class now, in sixth grade, I am less surprised they were already talking about sex on the playground at that age. Inaccurately, mind you, but discussing it in misguided detail, nonetheless. Interestingly enough, each of my children asked a...
Read Moregracious gifts
I walked out into the lobby with a client last night an a little curly-haired boy in a taekwondo uniform caught my eye. A few seconds later, my brain finally caught up with my eyes and it registered in my consciousness, “Oh! That’s my son!” My whole family, to my delighted surprise, was there in the ministry center lobby picking up equipment for a shoot my husband had first thing this morning. Not something I usually encounter at 8:00 on a Thursday night at work. Buddy, my youngest, lit up and made a bee-line for me, wrapping himself around my waist. “I wanna...
Read Morewe get by with a little help…
The day spent, we lay in bed, catching up on lost snuggle time—a high priority in our household. Buddy’s curls find their way around my nose, tickling me even in their post-shower dampness. I breathe in the smell of shampoo, repositioning my head, and hug him tighter. “You know what, Buddy?” I say. “I think you’re the best boy ever.” He squeezes my arm, wrapped securely around his waist. “And you’re the best Momma ever,” he replies. “I mean it, Buddy. I think you are a really neat kid,” I tell him, wanting him to...
Read Moreon the couch with buddy
Sigh. What is it they say about the best-laid plans? Today was spent nursing my 8-year-old back to health, rather than taking care of myself. Some days, we just have to do this. God takes our tidy little agenda and tips it upside down like a snow globe, and all the little “appointments” float around like flecks of glitter and fall in entirely different places. My women’s group. My quiet time. Blogging. Working on the manuscript. My healing prayer appointment. All up in the air, and then all just gone—buried under a day full of Mike Rowe getting dirty to my...
Read Moremaster orange belt
Scenes from Buddy’s Taekwondo belt test tonight. Sparring with a black belt. Nice shot. And taking one down to the ground! Breaking his board on the first try! Way to go,...
Read Moreode to lysol
Gold colored can of foul floral scent,blast through the air and make your descent— on pillows, on blankets, on bears and on beds, cover them all until all germs are dead. Hover and linger, alive in the air, gobbling it all until nothing is there. Ridding my home with your magical power of this plague that makes everyone puke on the hour. Scour and scourge until all trace is gone, restoring our health by the breaking of dawn— Cleanse us of sickness, we humbly pray, for I MUST be to work on the very next day.
Read Morerecipe for a snow day
1. Take two of your mother’s good spoons, and hide them under your pillow. (Be sure to forget they are there, so your mother goes insane trying to figure out what happened to all of her spoons.) Take care to use REAL spoons, as plastic spoons “are only good for delays.” 2. Put your pajamas on. Inside out. And backwards. Wear them to bed this way, with the collar all scruntched up under your chin so that you get drool all over it. 3. Take one ice cube per person and flush them down the toilet. (Be sure to pick small ones, as rumor has it ice cubes can clog toilets which makes...
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