This article is about an 11 year old who was bitten twice on the foot by a shark. He was near my favorite beach, about 1/2 mile north of Lori Wilson Park. I like to go about 1 mile north of Lori Wilson .. . .. once again, Jaws is playing in my head!
http://www.wftv.com/news/21712044/detail.html
Friday, December 4, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
One!
We had our ultrasound today. There is one healthy, active baby swimming around! It was too soon to tell gender, but a relief to know that everything looks normal.
It was fun to watch the baby moving sooo much!!!
And they told me to show up with a full bladder. Turns out that wasn't necessary and in fact just made me super uncomfortable. grrrr. . . .
It was fun to watch the baby moving sooo much!!!
And they told me to show up with a full bladder. Turns out that wasn't necessary and in fact just made me super uncomfortable. grrrr. . . .
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday
Yesterday I had my first OB appointment. I felt so relieved. I believe the best choice for me with this pregnancy is to be with an OB for care rather than a midwife--close to the hospital and under the care of a medical doctor. It just sat better in my spirit.
I consulted the dr on my nutrition issue. She said I need to eat high calorie, low fat . . .like smoothies and pasta. We are going to see if I lose a significant amount weight within the next month and if so, I will meet with a nutritionist. So fat, I've lost 17 pounds on the scale. Probably more, considering my belly is growing.
Speaking of which. . . . I should be about 10 weeks along. I have the temp chart to prove it! We discussed my due date, came to an agreement (June 18, which happens to be my daughter Grace's birthday!) and then came the exam. The dr. echoed the opinion of the midwife I saw a month ago that I was measuring very large--currently 14 weeks, rather than 10. She said she wouldn't be surprised if we were having TWINS!!! YIKES!
We have an ultrasound scheduled for this Monday afternoon. I don't know if I can wait until then to find out!!!! I suppose I'll have to. . . but boy, has it taken over my thoughts! What if? WOW! And what if NOT? Why on earth am I so big? Is the baby okay? And so on go the thoughts of a pregnant woman.
We've thought of fun names for twins: Romeo and Juliet, Luke and Leila, Holly and Ivy, . . .. and no, we wouldn't REALLY do that to our children!!
In other news, my brother brought over the movie "Up." My hormones are a bit prone to overreaction and I cried like a baby. In the other room so he wouldn't make fun of me. I'm rather tired of movies that are promoted for children and really aren't.
I consulted the dr on my nutrition issue. She said I need to eat high calorie, low fat . . .like smoothies and pasta. We are going to see if I lose a significant amount weight within the next month and if so, I will meet with a nutritionist. So fat, I've lost 17 pounds on the scale. Probably more, considering my belly is growing.
Speaking of which. . . . I should be about 10 weeks along. I have the temp chart to prove it! We discussed my due date, came to an agreement (June 18, which happens to be my daughter Grace's birthday!) and then came the exam. The dr. echoed the opinion of the midwife I saw a month ago that I was measuring very large--currently 14 weeks, rather than 10. She said she wouldn't be surprised if we were having TWINS!!! YIKES!
We have an ultrasound scheduled for this Monday afternoon. I don't know if I can wait until then to find out!!!! I suppose I'll have to. . . but boy, has it taken over my thoughts! What if? WOW! And what if NOT? Why on earth am I so big? Is the baby okay? And so on go the thoughts of a pregnant woman.
We've thought of fun names for twins: Romeo and Juliet, Luke and Leila, Holly and Ivy, . . .. and no, we wouldn't REALLY do that to our children!!
In other news, my brother brought over the movie "Up." My hormones are a bit prone to overreaction and I cried like a baby. In the other room so he wouldn't make fun of me. I'm rather tired of movies that are promoted for children and really aren't.
Happy Thanksgiving!
I had my mom, dad and brother over today. We enjoyed our Thanksgiving meal and I was soooo glad my mom was here! When it came time to prep the turkey, my pregnant body just couldn't handle it. I tried. Really, I did. I made it last year, NO PROBLEM! This morning, I woke my mom up a bit after 8am and requested her presence in the kitchen. She did a great job on the turkey. Meanwhile, I cut herbs in the garden to season the turkey. It got me out of the house, away from the turkey and still useful.
I also handled the sides. :) Sweet potatoes w/apples roasted in the oven (mmm), roasted vegetables that marinated for 2 days, steamed green beans, low fat pumpkin pie, pumpkin apple bread (1 g of fat per slice!), and of course, the turkey. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food and the togetherness, and we weren't soooo stuffed that we all fell asleep afterwards! We conversed and had coffee and played with the kids. It was great!
I also handled the sides. :) Sweet potatoes w/apples roasted in the oven (mmm), roasted vegetables that marinated for 2 days, steamed green beans, low fat pumpkin pie, pumpkin apple bread (1 g of fat per slice!), and of course, the turkey. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food and the togetherness, and we weren't soooo stuffed that we all fell asleep afterwards! We conversed and had coffee and played with the kids. It was great!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Funeral
We spent the week in Brooksville with Terry's family. His uncle passed away on Saturday night, and we went to support Terry's cousin and aunt. I'm glad we did. It was good to be with family, and fun to watch Grace play with the cousins who are in her generation! AJ, too, enjoyed being around all the kids in the family.
I stayed back with the kids during the funeral. It didn't seem appropriate to subject my children to such a cold picture of death. I set out the food and helped hostess, getting drinks for people and meeting the friends of the family who had traveled to pay their respects.
My children have had colds all week, and 4 people sleeping in one hotel room (2 beds, one pallet on the floor) doesn't exactly make for a restful time. I'm glad to be home, in my own bed, tonight.
And I had no gallbladder flare ups. Good news, considering I had to turn down cinnamon rolls at breakfast, bagels with cream cheese, meatballs and my favorite, potato salad. (The good kind, with hardboiled eggs!! MMMM! My one spoonful was sooooo good!) It was worth it, though, to see the scale drop another 2 pounds AND avoid hours of terrible pain.
I stayed back with the kids during the funeral. It didn't seem appropriate to subject my children to such a cold picture of death. I set out the food and helped hostess, getting drinks for people and meeting the friends of the family who had traveled to pay their respects.
My children have had colds all week, and 4 people sleeping in one hotel room (2 beds, one pallet on the floor) doesn't exactly make for a restful time. I'm glad to be home, in my own bed, tonight.
And I had no gallbladder flare ups. Good news, considering I had to turn down cinnamon rolls at breakfast, bagels with cream cheese, meatballs and my favorite, potato salad. (The good kind, with hardboiled eggs!! MMMM! My one spoonful was sooooo good!) It was worth it, though, to see the scale drop another 2 pounds AND avoid hours of terrible pain.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Surgeon update and Animal Kingdom
I met with the surgeon this week. I was afraid he would try to scare me into having the procedure during my 2nd trimester. He didn't. He said he would NOT do the surgery unless there was severe infection, and even then he would hospitalize me with antibiotics as an alternative method.
He said diet can play a big part in managing this. It's good news that I've been eating consistently low-fat food and have had no gallbladder flare ups.
So my gallbladder definitely needs to come out, but we can hopefully push it off until AFTER the baby is born.
I asked about bile salts and dissolving the stones, but he said that prescription and non-prescription gallbladder cleansers are not worth the money. They're ineffective, don't bother.
We went to Animal Kingdom yesterday. The kids were very well behaved. We went to the Bug's Life 3D movie, despite my misgivings. Sure enough, neither child enjoyed being hit by puffs of air, sprayed with water, or smelling the stinkbug. At one point, the bugs were going to show the humans what it was like to be sprayed with pesticide and I heard Grace cry, "What are they going to DO?" with sheer panic and terror in her voice. That's when we left. After our exit, I looked at Grace. Tears were streaming down her face and she couldn't stop shaking. I don't think Terry will insist we try that show again.
The kids LOVED Finding Nemo: The Musical. It was a very clever use of puppets and actors.
On the bumpy safari ride, AJ fell fast asleep.
It was a good day.
He said diet can play a big part in managing this. It's good news that I've been eating consistently low-fat food and have had no gallbladder flare ups.
So my gallbladder definitely needs to come out, but we can hopefully push it off until AFTER the baby is born.
I asked about bile salts and dissolving the stones, but he said that prescription and non-prescription gallbladder cleansers are not worth the money. They're ineffective, don't bother.
We went to Animal Kingdom yesterday. The kids were very well behaved. We went to the Bug's Life 3D movie, despite my misgivings. Sure enough, neither child enjoyed being hit by puffs of air, sprayed with water, or smelling the stinkbug. At one point, the bugs were going to show the humans what it was like to be sprayed with pesticide and I heard Grace cry, "What are they going to DO?" with sheer panic and terror in her voice. That's when we left. After our exit, I looked at Grace. Tears were streaming down her face and she couldn't stop shaking. I don't think Terry will insist we try that show again.
The kids LOVED Finding Nemo: The Musical. It was a very clever use of puppets and actors.
On the bumpy safari ride, AJ fell fast asleep.
It was a good day.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Missing Post. . .
found it.
I spent this week "hibernating." Not going to the gym, just making it through moment by moment. I isolated myself from everyone. I just needed to process this stupid gallstone issue. As if having a baby isn't momentous enough.
My spirit is better today. It benefitted from being still. I feel more at peace with what comes my way, because I know that God is God. And I am not, to quote a song. And that's okay with me today.
AJ is doing better now, too. I kept him home from school Mon and Wed. because he had quite a cold/cough combo. He went back on Friday and had his best day yet at school. He even left without crying when I picked him up! I was so proud of him. He's also telling people "sorry" when he does or says something inappropriate or hurtful, because, "It's the nice thing to do."
He's opening the van door, shutting it, and strapping himself in ALL By HIMSELF! Dressing himself! Playing nicely with his sister! Playing nicely with the dog!
Using his words instead of crying! Turning 4 seemed to really help him. Perhaps this is what we've been waiting for.
And I've lost 8 pounds since discovering I was pregnant. That's due to exercise. . . and this lovely new low fat diet the gallbladder has put me on.
Thank goodness for Publix's Black Jack Cherry frozen yogurt. And Chick Fil A's grilled chicken sandwich with honey bbq sauce.
I spent this week "hibernating." Not going to the gym, just making it through moment by moment. I isolated myself from everyone. I just needed to process this stupid gallstone issue. As if having a baby isn't momentous enough.
My spirit is better today. It benefitted from being still. I feel more at peace with what comes my way, because I know that God is God. And I am not, to quote a song. And that's okay with me today.
AJ is doing better now, too. I kept him home from school Mon and Wed. because he had quite a cold/cough combo. He went back on Friday and had his best day yet at school. He even left without crying when I picked him up! I was so proud of him. He's also telling people "sorry" when he does or says something inappropriate or hurtful, because, "It's the nice thing to do."
He's opening the van door, shutting it, and strapping himself in ALL By HIMSELF! Dressing himself! Playing nicely with his sister! Playing nicely with the dog!
Using his words instead of crying! Turning 4 seemed to really help him. Perhaps this is what we've been waiting for.
And I've lost 8 pounds since discovering I was pregnant. That's due to exercise. . . and this lovely new low fat diet the gallbladder has put me on.
Thank goodness for Publix's Black Jack Cherry frozen yogurt. And Chick Fil A's grilled chicken sandwich with honey bbq sauce.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Okay.
Blogger seems to have eaten my last post. I am doing better. I hibernated all week, just getting the bare necessities done and napping a lot.
I feel better today. I went to the gym yesterday and it wore me out, but it was good to move and sweat. It helped my mood significantly. I also weighed myself and have lost 8 lbs on the scale! Wow! (That's over the course of about 8 weeks).
Terry and I will meet with a surgeon on Tuesday to discuss what he recommends. I'd obviously like to avoid surgery if at all possible. Eating low fat seems to help significantly.
We went to Blizzard Beach today. It was windy! The kids liked it until AJ's fingers, toes and lips began turning blue. We had sushi (CA rolls for me with yummy lump blue crab, pineapple and avocado!) and are going to Animal Kingdom tomorrow. We are buying Disney's new FL resident season pass, which will restrict us to the blackout dates of the season pass, and only allow us Mon-Fri. But for a SAHM, and a husband with a great deal of saved up time off, this works. ANd it costs less than 3 normal day tickets. Yay!
I feel better today. I went to the gym yesterday and it wore me out, but it was good to move and sweat. It helped my mood significantly. I also weighed myself and have lost 8 lbs on the scale! Wow! (That's over the course of about 8 weeks).
Terry and I will meet with a surgeon on Tuesday to discuss what he recommends. I'd obviously like to avoid surgery if at all possible. Eating low fat seems to help significantly.
We went to Blizzard Beach today. It was windy! The kids liked it until AJ's fingers, toes and lips began turning blue. We had sushi (CA rolls for me with yummy lump blue crab, pineapple and avocado!) and are going to Animal Kingdom tomorrow. We are buying Disney's new FL resident season pass, which will restrict us to the blackout dates of the season pass, and only allow us Mon-Fri. But for a SAHM, and a husband with a great deal of saved up time off, this works. ANd it costs less than 3 normal day tickets. Yay!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Rollercoaster of gallstones
I've gone from pure joy to sheer terror this week.
Joy over the baby. . . . and then I ate pizza. 2 slices of veggie pizza, to be exact. This caused terrible pain that lasted for at least 6 hours. I chalked it up to "gas" and moved on.
A week later, we made homemade pepperoni pizza. 8 hours of incredible pain followed. Definitely not gas. I saw my PCP, because the birthing center is an hour away and their OB wouldn't see me for 2 weeks. She scheduled me for an ultrasound.
I did get a peek at the baby as an incidental "perk" of getting to know the tech, who was 36 wks pregnant herself. It was neat to see the little "flicker" that is the baby.
As it turns out, my gallbladder is full of gallstones. I'm supposed to meet with a surgeon soon to review my options. They seem to be:
1. Surgery during the 2nd trimester to remove the gallbladder. Theoretically, this is safer than the first trimester and by the third trimester, the baby is too large to safely go in and remove the gallbladder. I hate to think of how the anesthesia and antibiotics may effect the baby. I mean, I'm trying so hard to have a natural, medication-free labor to protect the baby, and then to just roll in for surgery? Plus, this counts as abdominal surgery and how will that affect my chances of having a natural delivery vs. a c/section?
2. Suck it up? I've only had 2 attacks and I've eaten extremely low fat foods ever since. Nothing like fear of pain to motivate me in a way that Weight Watchers never could. The danger is that pregnancy exacerbates this, and I've heard that by the third trimester, it can get much worse. Besides causing pain, it can turn septic and endanger both me and the baby, causing jaundice, infection, and even meningitis.
3. Cleanse the gallbladder naturally with apples, olive oil and lemon juice. There may be more risk than is worth it, however.
4. Pray for a miracle.
Plus, I just contacted the birthing center again. The midwives will review the gallstones and my record and determine whether it is appropriate for me to continue in their care. Which sucks because I've wanted to deliver a baby there since I first stumbled upon their website over 3 years ago. I do have a wonderful OB, who did a great job with AJ, but the natural setting of The Birth Place really appealed to me. Hospitals tend to make me nervous, and that does not help a woman in labor. I'll have to fight to decline the IV and the electronic monitoring. . . . .anyhow.
I just can't stop freaking out right now. I feel depressed, worried, anxious. . . The Bible says, "Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God."
But at this point, I can't help but worry. I can't help but cry. I feel helpless. If it was just ME, it would not be such a big deal. But this can have such a big impact on this new little person.
Joy over the baby. . . . and then I ate pizza. 2 slices of veggie pizza, to be exact. This caused terrible pain that lasted for at least 6 hours. I chalked it up to "gas" and moved on.
A week later, we made homemade pepperoni pizza. 8 hours of incredible pain followed. Definitely not gas. I saw my PCP, because the birthing center is an hour away and their OB wouldn't see me for 2 weeks. She scheduled me for an ultrasound.
I did get a peek at the baby as an incidental "perk" of getting to know the tech, who was 36 wks pregnant herself. It was neat to see the little "flicker" that is the baby.
As it turns out, my gallbladder is full of gallstones. I'm supposed to meet with a surgeon soon to review my options. They seem to be:
1. Surgery during the 2nd trimester to remove the gallbladder. Theoretically, this is safer than the first trimester and by the third trimester, the baby is too large to safely go in and remove the gallbladder. I hate to think of how the anesthesia and antibiotics may effect the baby. I mean, I'm trying so hard to have a natural, medication-free labor to protect the baby, and then to just roll in for surgery? Plus, this counts as abdominal surgery and how will that affect my chances of having a natural delivery vs. a c/section?
2. Suck it up? I've only had 2 attacks and I've eaten extremely low fat foods ever since. Nothing like fear of pain to motivate me in a way that Weight Watchers never could. The danger is that pregnancy exacerbates this, and I've heard that by the third trimester, it can get much worse. Besides causing pain, it can turn septic and endanger both me and the baby, causing jaundice, infection, and even meningitis.
3. Cleanse the gallbladder naturally with apples, olive oil and lemon juice. There may be more risk than is worth it, however.
4. Pray for a miracle.
Plus, I just contacted the birthing center again. The midwives will review the gallstones and my record and determine whether it is appropriate for me to continue in their care. Which sucks because I've wanted to deliver a baby there since I first stumbled upon their website over 3 years ago. I do have a wonderful OB, who did a great job with AJ, but the natural setting of The Birth Place really appealed to me. Hospitals tend to make me nervous, and that does not help a woman in labor. I'll have to fight to decline the IV and the electronic monitoring. . . . .anyhow.
I just can't stop freaking out right now. I feel depressed, worried, anxious. . . The Bible says, "Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God."
But at this point, I can't help but worry. I can't help but cry. I feel helpless. If it was just ME, it would not be such a big deal. But this can have such a big impact on this new little person.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Whew!
What a weekend!
My brother came over Saturday night after AJ went to bed. AJ woke me at 7 the next morning, climbing into my bed saying, "Mommy. Mommy? MOMMY! Someone is sleeping on our couch! Is it Uncle?"
"Yes, AJ."
"Oh, good! I'll share his blanket!"
Terry is nesting and cleaned out the garage. It looks GREAT. Kyle, my brother, helped a great deal, too. I can walk from one end to the other now.
Grace is working hard on a jazz duet with her best friend, Alexis, for competitions in 2010. This is in addition to the group company competitions. They are dancing to a cute version of "Zip Adee doo dah" which is quite fast-paced and challenging. It's GREAT for them! We've made arrangements for Alexis and her mom to come to our house after our Monday playdates so the girls can practice and then stay for dinner. Lasagna tonight!
Sunday afternoon, I drove Grace up to Sanford for her 2nd cousin Katie's 6th birthday party at a Paint your own Pottery place. It was so fun. Grace had a blast. I saw my cousins, aunt and uncle, and my cousin Chad and his wife Meridith brought their new baby, Lukas. Grace chose a jewelry box with a unicorn on top to paint. Ironically, my sister Kellyn has an identical box. I'm sure Grace painted differently than Kellyn, but I thought it was cool. I also painted--Garden Stakes! We'll see how they turn out!
And my cousins Chris, Chad and I all have identical video cameras. What are the odds? (And I'm not talking cheap, common-denominator-of-society cameras, either!!) We are family!
My brother came over Saturday night after AJ went to bed. AJ woke me at 7 the next morning, climbing into my bed saying, "Mommy. Mommy? MOMMY! Someone is sleeping on our couch! Is it Uncle?"
"Yes, AJ."
"Oh, good! I'll share his blanket!"
Terry is nesting and cleaned out the garage. It looks GREAT. Kyle, my brother, helped a great deal, too. I can walk from one end to the other now.
Grace is working hard on a jazz duet with her best friend, Alexis, for competitions in 2010. This is in addition to the group company competitions. They are dancing to a cute version of "Zip Adee doo dah" which is quite fast-paced and challenging. It's GREAT for them! We've made arrangements for Alexis and her mom to come to our house after our Monday playdates so the girls can practice and then stay for dinner. Lasagna tonight!
Sunday afternoon, I drove Grace up to Sanford for her 2nd cousin Katie's 6th birthday party at a Paint your own Pottery place. It was so fun. Grace had a blast. I saw my cousins, aunt and uncle, and my cousin Chad and his wife Meridith brought their new baby, Lukas. Grace chose a jewelry box with a unicorn on top to paint. Ironically, my sister Kellyn has an identical box. I'm sure Grace painted differently than Kellyn, but I thought it was cool. I also painted--Garden Stakes! We'll see how they turn out!
And my cousins Chris, Chad and I all have identical video cameras. What are the odds? (And I'm not talking cheap, common-denominator-of-society cameras, either!!) We are family!
Friday, October 23, 2009
A new bed!
So we finally got a decent bed. . and King Size, at that!
The problem with having a high-end, awesome, vacation-feeling bed and combining it with a new body pillow and being pregnant is that I just want to stay in it!!!!!!
I'm so tired! And the bed is so comfy! I've been crawling into bed in the afternoon instead of going to the gym! Yikes!
I feel so lazy. . . and decadent. The problem is that I can't play the pregnancy card forever. Sooner or later, Terry is going to get tired of making pregnant concessions for me and I'm going to have to clean the house and make dinner.
The problem with having a high-end, awesome, vacation-feeling bed and combining it with a new body pillow and being pregnant is that I just want to stay in it!!!!!!
I'm so tired! And the bed is so comfy! I've been crawling into bed in the afternoon instead of going to the gym! Yikes!
I feel so lazy. . . and decadent. The problem is that I can't play the pregnancy card forever. Sooner or later, Terry is going to get tired of making pregnant concessions for me and I'm going to have to clean the house and make dinner.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I said "No!"
I've never said "No" to helping someone or somewhere before. I'm a people pleaser at heart. So last night was Grace's American Heritage Girls (AHG) luau. I was asked to help several days ago and agreed to escort a group of girls from one craft to the next. At the conclusion of the evening (8:35pm), I escorted Grace to the restroom and was waiting in the hallway for her. Our leader walked by and asked if I could help break down the party room. Instead of jumping eagerly up, I remained seated and said, "No, I'm sorry, I can't." I felt a little guilty and a little proud of myself.
The fact is that I was exhausted and had been going all day Saturday. I am dealing with this early-pregnancy fatigue and absolutely could not remain. And I figure that I did help with a large portion of the event. I swept the floor in between crafts, helped 12 girls do 3 crafts, and supervised dinner time. The parents who were coming to pick up their girls could certainly stay and put up some chairs, sweep, put food away or mop.
So I came home, worrying about getting Grace to bed because she was so bouncy and sugar-high, and halfway home I glanced in the rearview mirror and she was FAST asleep. So sleepy, in fact, that she didn't wake when we moved her from our van to her bed. She's still sleeping at 9:20 this morning as I type this.
Anyhow, I emailed our leader notifying her of my new condition and explaining that was why I could not help last night.
I suppose I should find a more graceful way to say "no", but I'm proud that I actually said it!!!
The fact is that I was exhausted and had been going all day Saturday. I am dealing with this early-pregnancy fatigue and absolutely could not remain. And I figure that I did help with a large portion of the event. I swept the floor in between crafts, helped 12 girls do 3 crafts, and supervised dinner time. The parents who were coming to pick up their girls could certainly stay and put up some chairs, sweep, put food away or mop.
So I came home, worrying about getting Grace to bed because she was so bouncy and sugar-high, and halfway home I glanced in the rearview mirror and she was FAST asleep. So sleepy, in fact, that she didn't wake when we moved her from our van to her bed. She's still sleeping at 9:20 this morning as I type this.
Anyhow, I emailed our leader notifying her of my new condition and explaining that was why I could not help last night.
I suppose I should find a more graceful way to say "no", but I'm proud that I actually said it!!!
Friday, October 16, 2009
exercising
This marks week 2 of my new 5-days-a-week at the gym. I am mixing up the exercises and activities, trying to keep it fresh. My hamstrings began aching Wednesday night. I went to yoga on Thursday, and hurt worse after the class! Today I found some stretches to help.
Usually, a trip to the gym leaves me refreshed and energized. Today, I was tired and even tried to rest for a bit around 10:30am! (Don't tell the husband! He thinks I do that EVERY day!) Anyhow, I'm still exhausted and am attributing it to this new little one. Terry joked that I'm always tired, and this gives me a great excuse to lay down, and I agreed. But seriously, I'm yawning away and soooooo ready to go to bed. It's only 10 til 7pm right now. . . I better try to hold up for a little bit!
Usually, a trip to the gym leaves me refreshed and energized. Today, I was tired and even tried to rest for a bit around 10:30am! (Don't tell the husband! He thinks I do that EVERY day!) Anyhow, I'm still exhausted and am attributing it to this new little one. Terry joked that I'm always tired, and this gives me a great excuse to lay down, and I agreed. But seriously, I'm yawning away and soooooo ready to go to bed. It's only 10 til 7pm right now. . . I better try to hold up for a little bit!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Guess what?
I'm pregnant!!!!!!
We are expecting #3 sometime in mid-June. We are over the moon. Grace said she feels like her dreams are coming true! She and AJ are both rooting for a sister, but Grace said that if it's a boy, as long as we name him Eric or Derek it would be okay. She's cracking me up. She also really likes the name Martha for a girl!!!!
I'm very tired. But still going to the gym every day and trying to keep my energy up.
Life is good!
We are expecting #3 sometime in mid-June. We are over the moon. Grace said she feels like her dreams are coming true! She and AJ are both rooting for a sister, but Grace said that if it's a boy, as long as we name him Eric or Derek it would be okay. She's cracking me up. She also really likes the name Martha for a girl!!!!
I'm very tired. But still going to the gym every day and trying to keep my energy up.
Life is good!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Beach!
This weekend had perfect weather for the beach. We went to the Air Show and watched fighter jets perform incredible stunts. My brother Kyle and I took the kids and we found an almost deserted beach on Saturday. The water was smooth as glass and just as clear. It was almost eerie to stand in the ocean with just my children and no one else in my peripheral view. AJ enjoyed the ocean water for the first time in my recollection, because it was calm. On Sunday, we went to a very crowded beach to enjoy the air show. The water was the perfect temperature and still very nice to splash around in. We brought the beach umbrella this time, adding to our comfort. Grace brought a book and was so cute sitting in her chair, reading at the beach. She's definitely my mini-me!
Then we finished up the weekend with a trip to my mom and dad's to celebrate my mom's and AJ's birthdays. We saved some Dora cupcakes we baked a few days ago for the occasion. And my mom had a chocolate chip cookie for AJ with a candle in it. He was thrilled!
Then we finished up the weekend with a trip to my mom and dad's to celebrate my mom's and AJ's birthdays. We saved some Dora cupcakes we baked a few days ago for the occasion. And my mom had a chocolate chip cookie for AJ with a candle in it. He was thrilled!
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Goodwill
Grace and I went to our friend's house the other day, and my friend had set up a toddler bed identical to one we had donated to the thrift store months ago.
Grace exclaimed, "Mommy! Goodwill sent AJ's old bed to Ms. Cindy!"
I laughed so hard.
Grace exclaimed, "Mommy! Goodwill sent AJ's old bed to Ms. Cindy!"
I laughed so hard.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Persevere!
My six year old daughter, Grace, decided to try out a new hip-hop class at the dance conservatory. She is a ballerina, a tap dancer--used to structure, perfection, graceful poses and movements. Aptly named, she has an innate grace about her that I love to watch, holding her neck so elegantly, carrying her body with careful poise and pointing her toes delicately as she moves about her ballet class.
Hip Hop class was completely different. The movements are more rhythmic, free-style, bigger, in many ways. She has learned subtle, delicate, careful. This class was fast, big, stomping. I watched her through the window, struggling to keep up with the fast pace and unsure of herself, in the newness of it all. She gradually stopped keeping up with the class, her shoulders, hips and legs decelerating into a standstill. She stood by herself in the back row, observing the students and teacher, trying to hold her head up despite feeling overwhelmed and incapable. She began to look so tiny and young to me, this tall, strong girl who typically felt like she could take on the world.
I saw a tear roll down her cheek and debated walking in to rescue her, to tell her it was okay, we could go, no one would mind. I hated watching her struggle. But I reminded myself that Grace has not learned how to fail yet. She has always been rescued by me, or by her father, swooping in to save her at soccer practice or when she had a conflict with a friend. She will not always succeed perfectly, on the first try, or sometimes at all. Everyone will fail at some point, and some will learn more easily than others that failure is an inevitable part of life for all people.
Not a single person can be perfect or achieve perfection consistently. Those of us who are considered “perfectionists” will recognize that there are two paths for us: either paralyzed, procrastinating, afraid to attempt anything worthwhile, or domineering, afraid to relinquish control because perfection is, in our minds, a perfect mirror to our self worth. Women seem to be particularly vulnerable to this disease. We must keep our homes impeccable, raise perfect children, keep Hollywood’s notion of an ideal weight, volunteer in the community, and be completely available to our partners in a desperate attempt to prove that we are valuable.
I do not want my daughter to grow up with these burdens. In the past, she's dealt with perceived failure in the form of tantrums, crying, screaming, quitting. So there we stood, on opposite sides of the observation window. My body was tense, my heart hurting for my little girl. A small voice whispered to me, "Wait." So I watched and waited.
Sure enough, she began sobbing and flew out of the room, searching for me, for solace, for comfort, for strength. I hugged her, stroked her hair, telling her it was okay, that I knew it was hard.
She said, "The dancers are moving so fast! I can't keep up!"
I replied, "I know, baby. I know. And I'm proud of you for trying something new. This is VERY new to you."
She nodded and wiped at her tears. We walked to the water fountain and she relaxed against the cold water. Another teacher encouraged her, "Do you remember when you first started ballet and tap dance? Those classes moved fast and were new, too. You stuck with it and now you dance so beautifully! Hip hop is new, and different. If you stick with it, you will learn more."
Grace said she wanted to go back in, surprising me. She kept trying all of the new steps for the rest of the class, and the teacher was kind. We had a moment when she realized that she was at the end of the line and wouldn’t have a partner for the next routine. She came out to me and asked for help. Her teacher quickly paired her with another girl and I could see Grace’s sigh of relief.
After the class was over, Grace stunned me when she said that she wanted to try it again next week before making a final decision whether to take the class or not. I was so proud of her.
You see, I had the misfortune of stumbling upon a Pilates class at the gym several months ago. I did pretty well in Basic Yoga, and had done some Pilates years ago. The teacher had us using some weird floor covers on our hands and feet and doing movements that my core was completely incapable of attempting--even the beginner adjustments she recommended. Most of the class seemed to be advanced, jumping and adding advanced extra steps in with the basics. The teacher came around the room several times, each time correcting my position or offering an easier alternative. I stuck it out until the end, mostly because I didn't want all 20 people in the class to see the fat girl quitting halfway through and having to maneuver around everyone's mats jammed together, completely covering the room. By the time class ended, I was mortified. I was out of breath, red in the face and vowed never to return.
So the fact that my little 6 year old wanted to try again before deciding whether to commit to the class, astonished and humbled me. I told her that's what perseverance is--to keep trying, even when it's hard. I told her that she didn't quit, and I was so proud of her. And then I took her to the park for a picnic and playtime.
Whether she ultimately enrolls in the class or not, I am proud of my dancer. She is growing strength of character, perseverance, a spirit that refuses to give up, and learning how to give herself grace. More and more, I see how her name fits her so perfectly. And thanks to Grace’s lesson, I'll give Pilates one more try.
Hip Hop class was completely different. The movements are more rhythmic, free-style, bigger, in many ways. She has learned subtle, delicate, careful. This class was fast, big, stomping. I watched her through the window, struggling to keep up with the fast pace and unsure of herself, in the newness of it all. She gradually stopped keeping up with the class, her shoulders, hips and legs decelerating into a standstill. She stood by herself in the back row, observing the students and teacher, trying to hold her head up despite feeling overwhelmed and incapable. She began to look so tiny and young to me, this tall, strong girl who typically felt like she could take on the world.
I saw a tear roll down her cheek and debated walking in to rescue her, to tell her it was okay, we could go, no one would mind. I hated watching her struggle. But I reminded myself that Grace has not learned how to fail yet. She has always been rescued by me, or by her father, swooping in to save her at soccer practice or when she had a conflict with a friend. She will not always succeed perfectly, on the first try, or sometimes at all. Everyone will fail at some point, and some will learn more easily than others that failure is an inevitable part of life for all people.
Not a single person can be perfect or achieve perfection consistently. Those of us who are considered “perfectionists” will recognize that there are two paths for us: either paralyzed, procrastinating, afraid to attempt anything worthwhile, or domineering, afraid to relinquish control because perfection is, in our minds, a perfect mirror to our self worth. Women seem to be particularly vulnerable to this disease. We must keep our homes impeccable, raise perfect children, keep Hollywood’s notion of an ideal weight, volunteer in the community, and be completely available to our partners in a desperate attempt to prove that we are valuable.
I do not want my daughter to grow up with these burdens. In the past, she's dealt with perceived failure in the form of tantrums, crying, screaming, quitting. So there we stood, on opposite sides of the observation window. My body was tense, my heart hurting for my little girl. A small voice whispered to me, "Wait." So I watched and waited.
Sure enough, she began sobbing and flew out of the room, searching for me, for solace, for comfort, for strength. I hugged her, stroked her hair, telling her it was okay, that I knew it was hard.
She said, "The dancers are moving so fast! I can't keep up!"
I replied, "I know, baby. I know. And I'm proud of you for trying something new. This is VERY new to you."
She nodded and wiped at her tears. We walked to the water fountain and she relaxed against the cold water. Another teacher encouraged her, "Do you remember when you first started ballet and tap dance? Those classes moved fast and were new, too. You stuck with it and now you dance so beautifully! Hip hop is new, and different. If you stick with it, you will learn more."
Grace said she wanted to go back in, surprising me. She kept trying all of the new steps for the rest of the class, and the teacher was kind. We had a moment when she realized that she was at the end of the line and wouldn’t have a partner for the next routine. She came out to me and asked for help. Her teacher quickly paired her with another girl and I could see Grace’s sigh of relief.
After the class was over, Grace stunned me when she said that she wanted to try it again next week before making a final decision whether to take the class or not. I was so proud of her.
You see, I had the misfortune of stumbling upon a Pilates class at the gym several months ago. I did pretty well in Basic Yoga, and had done some Pilates years ago. The teacher had us using some weird floor covers on our hands and feet and doing movements that my core was completely incapable of attempting--even the beginner adjustments she recommended. Most of the class seemed to be advanced, jumping and adding advanced extra steps in with the basics. The teacher came around the room several times, each time correcting my position or offering an easier alternative. I stuck it out until the end, mostly because I didn't want all 20 people in the class to see the fat girl quitting halfway through and having to maneuver around everyone's mats jammed together, completely covering the room. By the time class ended, I was mortified. I was out of breath, red in the face and vowed never to return.
So the fact that my little 6 year old wanted to try again before deciding whether to commit to the class, astonished and humbled me. I told her that's what perseverance is--to keep trying, even when it's hard. I told her that she didn't quit, and I was so proud of her. And then I took her to the park for a picnic and playtime.
Whether she ultimately enrolls in the class or not, I am proud of my dancer. She is growing strength of character, perseverance, a spirit that refuses to give up, and learning how to give herself grace. More and more, I see how her name fits her so perfectly. And thanks to Grace’s lesson, I'll give Pilates one more try.
My Review to Plimoth Plantation
Dear Plimoth Plantation,
My daughter (6 years old) spent 8 weeks studying Colonial Plymouth history, culminating in our trip to Plimoth Plantation. We had a wonderful time exploring our country's heritage.
When we first walked into the village, my daughter ducked into a building and ran out, beaming. She cried, "It's a Keeping Room!!!!!" and proceeded to point out points of interest, such as the mattress on the floor for the children, the parents' bed, the cauldron, and dried herbs. She asked the ladies if they made "bubble and squeak" (which was a vocabulary word for a lesson)but the ladies said they called it "fish and herb stew". We also met Oceanus Hopkins' mother. Our research neglected to mention that he did not survive the first winter, and my daughter was quite sad to learn of his demise. We also met "Peregrine White", a delightful little boy, (the first baby born in Plymoth) setting up a snare. He demonstrated its use for us and let us inspect his hat and garters. He also told us about a game called "France and England".
We attended a "Breakfast with the Animals", also, and learned so much from Johnny. My children, Grace and AJ, loved feeding the lambs a bottle! We learned that animals roamed free and it was the responsibility of the garden owner to erect a fence around the property, not the animal owner. We liked interacting with the cattle, also. We did not realize that cattle were initially imported for the purpose of clearing land rather than meat or dairy products.
When we went back later that week, Johnny, dressed as "Goodman Brown" recognized my children and called them by name, making their day. He was very knowledgeable and clearly passionate about his role.
We had a wonderful time and are so grateful to Plimoth Plantation for the opportunity to learn about our heritage in such a hands-on manner. Thank you for your dedication to educating this generation about the hard work our forefathers put into making this country what it is today.
My daughter (6 years old) spent 8 weeks studying Colonial Plymouth history, culminating in our trip to Plimoth Plantation. We had a wonderful time exploring our country's heritage.
When we first walked into the village, my daughter ducked into a building and ran out, beaming. She cried, "It's a Keeping Room!!!!!" and proceeded to point out points of interest, such as the mattress on the floor for the children, the parents' bed, the cauldron, and dried herbs. She asked the ladies if they made "bubble and squeak" (which was a vocabulary word for a lesson)but the ladies said they called it "fish and herb stew". We also met Oceanus Hopkins' mother. Our research neglected to mention that he did not survive the first winter, and my daughter was quite sad to learn of his demise. We also met "Peregrine White", a delightful little boy, (the first baby born in Plymoth) setting up a snare. He demonstrated its use for us and let us inspect his hat and garters. He also told us about a game called "France and England".
We attended a "Breakfast with the Animals", also, and learned so much from Johnny. My children, Grace and AJ, loved feeding the lambs a bottle! We learned that animals roamed free and it was the responsibility of the garden owner to erect a fence around the property, not the animal owner. We liked interacting with the cattle, also. We did not realize that cattle were initially imported for the purpose of clearing land rather than meat or dairy products.
When we went back later that week, Johnny, dressed as "Goodman Brown" recognized my children and called them by name, making their day. He was very knowledgeable and clearly passionate about his role.
We had a wonderful time and are so grateful to Plimoth Plantation for the opportunity to learn about our heritage in such a hands-on manner. Thank you for your dedication to educating this generation about the hard work our forefathers put into making this country what it is today.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Boston
We had a lovely trip to vacation. I wouldn't call it relaxing or restful, because we packed in so many activities. My very favorite was Plimoth Plantation. It was a wonderful place. We went to an early morning "Breakfast with the Animals" and learned about their quest to keep the integrity of the breeds of animals that you would have seen in 1627. Grace fed a bottle to a lamb and fed grain to the goats and threw hay on top of a little lean-to that the goats climb on. We learned that the animals would have roamed free on the streets and if you wanted them to stay out of your yard/garden, it was your own responsibility to erect a fence. Not the owner of the animal's responsibility to keep the animal out.
Grace's literature mentioned a baby named Oceanus Hopkins, born on the Mayflower. What it neglected to tell us, and what we did not discover until we questioned his "mother", was that he did not survive the first winter. Grace was horrified. We also met a little boy about 7 or 8 years old, who is an interpreter of Peregrine White, the first baby born in Plymouth. I was trying to get him to tell us about games that children played and he wasn't answering me satisfactorily. I was persistent and Terry told me to stop harassing the poor kid. :) I think "Peregrine" was relieved when I finally left him alone!!!!!
There was definite drama but it had nothing to do with me while we were visiting so that was a treat.
Now we're back in our routine at home, taking the days as they come. Tomorrow is the first day of fall, which is quite insignificant in Florida except that the weather tends to stay in the high 80's rather than the low 90's.
Grace's literature mentioned a baby named Oceanus Hopkins, born on the Mayflower. What it neglected to tell us, and what we did not discover until we questioned his "mother", was that he did not survive the first winter. Grace was horrified. We also met a little boy about 7 or 8 years old, who is an interpreter of Peregrine White, the first baby born in Plymouth. I was trying to get him to tell us about games that children played and he wasn't answering me satisfactorily. I was persistent and Terry told me to stop harassing the poor kid. :) I think "Peregrine" was relieved when I finally left him alone!!!!!
There was definite drama but it had nothing to do with me while we were visiting so that was a treat.
Now we're back in our routine at home, taking the days as they come. Tomorrow is the first day of fall, which is quite insignificant in Florida except that the weather tends to stay in the high 80's rather than the low 90's.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Vanilla Coke Zero.
If you like Vanilla coke, or Diet Coke, don't bother with the zero crap. I just poured 7/8 of a can down the drain. ugh. It might have something to do with the fact that I've avoided carbonated beverages like the plague recently in a quest to be healthier. I've been drinking ice cold water with a slice of lemon (mmmm!!! I could drink that forever!!!) and making my own "liberty tea" (made with herbs instead of black or green tea--that's what the colonists called it during the Revolutionary War era). It's satisfying to drink something made with my own garden. Sometimes I do put in some black tea or a blend of other stuff I have. .. it's fun. :) Lemon balm, lavender, chocolate peppermint, peppermint, mmmm!
I've recently discovered a new fruit that I enjoy. FIGS! Who would have thought? They're so sweet and just bursting with flavor. Grace really likes them, too. We grilled some at a party and added a dollop of homemade whipped cream with almond and cinnamon and it was heavenly!
Food is on the brain today. I can't figure out what to make for dinner. I finally got our table cleared off and organized the homeschool items so that we can eat AS A FAMILY. It will be nice. Hopefully Terry isn't too stressed when he comes home tonight. NASA/new administration=job uncertainty these days.
Here's an article Terry sent me that he thinks sums up quite neatly the current state of our space program:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/25/science/space/25nasa.html?_r=2
I've recently discovered a new fruit that I enjoy. FIGS! Who would have thought? They're so sweet and just bursting with flavor. Grace really likes them, too. We grilled some at a party and added a dollop of homemade whipped cream with almond and cinnamon and it was heavenly!
Food is on the brain today. I can't figure out what to make for dinner. I finally got our table cleared off and organized the homeschool items so that we can eat AS A FAMILY. It will be nice. Hopefully Terry isn't too stressed when he comes home tonight. NASA/new administration=job uncertainty these days.
Here's an article Terry sent me that he thinks sums up quite neatly the current state of our space program:
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/25/science/space/25nasa.html?_r=2
Monday, August 24, 2009
TV tonight.
I'm not really the TV type. I can take it or leave it. I'd much rather read a good book. Or even a not-so-good book, truth be told.
So I'm sitting on the couch, knitting a pair of socks, watching Terry flip back and forth between Star Wars the beginning, part 1.5, or something like that; and Ice Trucks (apparently these people drive trucks in Alaska over actual frozen water to get from point A to point B.) He is riveted.
My socks are coming along quite nicely.
So I'm sitting on the couch, knitting a pair of socks, watching Terry flip back and forth between Star Wars the beginning, part 1.5, or something like that; and Ice Trucks (apparently these people drive trucks in Alaska over actual frozen water to get from point A to point B.) He is riveted.
My socks are coming along quite nicely.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Little Boys
AJ was dressed in his “Bibleman” costume, playing yesterday , while Grace and I finished up her schoolwork. Suddenly, I heard a terrible crash, a thunk, and then silence. I jumped up and ran to the living room, to find AJ on the floor, quietly whimpering. I asked where he hurt, and he told me his head. I picked him up and laid him on our futon. At that point, his eyes began to roll back in his head in a faint. It terrified me. I called his name and he refocused his eyes on me. I picked him back up and sat with him in my recliner. I began to wonder what to do. I decided that since he had almost lost consciousness, this warranted a call to 911. I explained the operator what had happened and they sent an ambulance with 5 EMT’s to our home.
Meanwhile, Grace had gone to the freezer and grabbed a pack of frozen boca burgers for me to apply to his head, which had a large bump on it. She put our dogs in the backyard and opened the door and waited for the EMT’s to arrive. I was relieved to have her home, helping.
The EMT’s did a brief exam and told me that dilated eyes were a late sign of concussion, when I commented that they didn’t seem dilated. They recommended taking AJ to the ER and running a CAT scan on him, which I agreed to. I hesitated over whether to go in the ambulance, or whether to drive myself. AJ was lying very still on my lap, and I decided to let the ambulance drive us. I didn’t feel that I had the presence of mind to drive carefully, and I was afraid that he would pass out in the van and I wouldn’t know what to do.
So the EMT’s let Gracie ride in the front seat with them. They had me get on the stretcher with AJ and they carried us out. Grace let the dogs back inside and grabbed my purse and AJ’s shoes while an EMT waited for her. I didn’t actually see her get into the ambulance and I was a bit worried about her, but I was assured that she was there.
Upon our arrival, the doctor had a neck brace/collar put on AJ because he said the back of his neck hurt a little bit. He did NOT like it. The doctor thought that AJ would be able to lie still for a CAT scan and wanted to give him a chance to do so rather than sedating him. They let me go with him into the radiology room and initially, he kicked and cried and screamed and of course, the machine could not get accurate pictures. The procedure was halted, we unstrapped him, and the radiology tech talked to him. AJ told her he didn’t like wearing the neck brace. She encouraged him to try again, with the incentive that if he could lie still, we could remove the neck brace much sooner than if we had to wait for him to fall asleep. He agreed to be still. And they got the pictures they needed, including the neck scan. They had him all bundled up with rolled up towels next to head to secure it in place. All I could see of him, once they covered him with the radiology aprons, was his little face. I flashed back to when he was a newborn—his face looked the exact same. He lay on the table, trying to stay still, clutching the Coca-Cola polar bear the EMT gave him in the ambulance, with silent tears streaming down his face. I have never felt so helpless in all my life.
Terry was working, of course, and it took him about an hour to meet us at the hospital. Before he arrived, they did the CAT scan and one of the technicians waited with Grace in the hallway. She even gave Grace yogurt! (With my permission, of course) When we got back to our room, Terry was waiting. I was relieved to see him. I'd had to use the facilities for about an hour but couldn't figure out how to finagle a trip to the ladies' room without leaving the children alone, or bringing them with (and I hated to move AJ until we had the CAT scan results in). It was so good to have someone else to help make decisions and sign papers and to talk with. We even found "The Simpsons" on television, and my family enjoyed watching that while we waited.
Fortunately, the CAT scan showed no bleeding in his head. We were sent home with instructions to check on him every couple of hours through the night. As we were waiting for the discharge paperwork, we saw a mom,
dad, and little boy with a bandage on his chin walk past our room. We nodded knowingly at them, and the mom nodded back at us as we exchanged, “Mother of Little Boys” glances. Upon our exit from the inner bowels of the hospital to the Emergency Room waiting room, people waiting for treatment began to smile at us. You see, AJ did not have pants on under his Bibleman costume, so he had to go home with either just his T-shirt and underpants and Crocs, or wearing his costume. We opted for the costume. I doubt anyone wondered which member of our family had been treated. I think the costume gave it all away. It turns out that AJ placed one of our child-sized chairs on top of our child-sized table in an attempt to turn off the fan (which hangs from a high vaulted ceiling and he would have not been able to reach, regardless). He has agreed not to climb anymore inside the house, which is completely covered in tile flooring.
At his 4am check this morning (I just tiptoed in to make sure he was breathing,) AJ stirred and whined, “Don’t open the door, Mommy!” I quickly shut it and let him go back to sleep.
AJ went to preschool with a great story about riding in an ambulance and the bump on his noggin to show for it. He’s still getting a bit of Motrin today to manage the swelling and pain, but we’re so glad he’s okay. We’re treating the family to a dinner at Ryan’s Village Pizza and Pub in Cocoa Village tonight, and finishing our evening off with some playtime in the playground as a reward for Grace and all her help. And for her finally going to bed nicely. And just to spend time as a family.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Terry
Terry continues to improve. His platelet count is back to normal, but he has experienced constant, nagging pain in his arm. He consulted his dr and she discovered blood clots in his arm. He had an ultrasound to determine whether they are superficial or deep vein. If they are deep vein clots, he will need to consult a hematologist to de-clot his blood but not mess up his platelet count. Or something like that. We're praying it's just superficial and heating pads will suffice.
Sadly, the caterpillars disappeared today. We were down to 11 this morning, 4 by the afternoon. I covered the 4 that were left with a mesh laundry basket. Somehow the laundry basket flew off and the caterpillars are nowhere in sight. We hope to see some swallowtails soon and know that they were "ours" for a day. Perhaps the wasps can't find them either.
Sadly, the caterpillars disappeared today. We were down to 11 this morning, 4 by the afternoon. I covered the 4 that were left with a mesh laundry basket. Somehow the laundry basket flew off and the caterpillars are nowhere in sight. We hope to see some swallowtails soon and know that they were "ours" for a day. Perhaps the wasps can't find them either.
Magic Treehouse Books
Grace loves them. And they're based loosely around historical times/places, so that helps a lot. She selected some from the library, and lo and behold, it is based around Colonial Plymouth. She's reading right now before bed, and she keeps coming out to read to me a paragraph describing the village, the homes, or the people. She's beaming at me, saying, "We were right! They DID bring seeds from England! They had log houses with steep thatched roofs! We really DID know these things!!"
It's so funny that she's processing this in such a delighted way.
AJ is singing in his room right now. He goes to bed so easily. It's hard to believe that a year ago, I was at my wit's end putting him down. He'd get up repeatedly, and I'd spend hours getting him to fall asleep. I finally held him in a hug for 10 minutes straight. He is not very cuddly and does NOT like hugs and kisses. That did it. I told him if he got up, I would lay with him and hug him. He's stayed in bed ever since, even when we're in an unfamiliar environment. Anything to avoid the hug!
He's enjoying preschool so far. His teacher is kind, and the class is small enough to not overwhelm him. Each parent packs their child's own snack, and I Like that. I hated sharing snack for the class 3 times a year, knowing that most parents sent junk like rice krispie treats and cupcakes and whatever overprocessed, high sugar, low nutrition food they found cheap and convenient. It made AJ's behavior completely erratic. So he has a new red Cars lunchbox, and I pack Honest Kids Juice pouch (lower sugar, 1/2 the calories of other brands, and this only because they've requested juice boxes only and not thermoses or juice bottles), a slice of cheese, crackers, nuts, dried fruit or fresh fruit. I think it makes a difference. I have seen improvement in his fine motor skills over the summer and am glad to see that he is doing well pre-writing at preschool. He's doing GREAT circles! Usually in purple.
It's so funny that she's processing this in such a delighted way.
AJ is singing in his room right now. He goes to bed so easily. It's hard to believe that a year ago, I was at my wit's end putting him down. He'd get up repeatedly, and I'd spend hours getting him to fall asleep. I finally held him in a hug for 10 minutes straight. He is not very cuddly and does NOT like hugs and kisses. That did it. I told him if he got up, I would lay with him and hug him. He's stayed in bed ever since, even when we're in an unfamiliar environment. Anything to avoid the hug!
He's enjoying preschool so far. His teacher is kind, and the class is small enough to not overwhelm him. Each parent packs their child's own snack, and I Like that. I hated sharing snack for the class 3 times a year, knowing that most parents sent junk like rice krispie treats and cupcakes and whatever overprocessed, high sugar, low nutrition food they found cheap and convenient. It made AJ's behavior completely erratic. So he has a new red Cars lunchbox, and I pack Honest Kids Juice pouch (lower sugar, 1/2 the calories of other brands, and this only because they've requested juice boxes only and not thermoses or juice bottles), a slice of cheese, crackers, nuts, dried fruit or fresh fruit. I think it makes a difference. I have seen improvement in his fine motor skills over the summer and am glad to see that he is doing well pre-writing at preschool. He's doing GREAT circles! Usually in purple.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Grace has had a very difficult time going to bed for the past 2 weeks. I'm weary to my very spirit of dealing with her inability to fall asleep, unwillingness to attempt to fall asleep, and irritable, grouchy behavior the following day.
I noticed that in colonial times, and even with some families today, children ar given large amounts of chores. Some people subscribe to the "delayed schooling" theory, which basically suggests that until children are mature enough to learn and WANT to learn, they should be given chores and work around the home to develop a sense of responsibility and work ethic.
I've decided to apply some of that theory. Grace was up very late last night, throwing temper tantrums and refusing to go to bed. We couldn't contain her in her room and saw that this behavior is escalating. Today, I laid down the new law. No television. At all. Not even during breakfast. I started her on her school work immediately, and when she complained of feeling tired, I gave her the choice of completing her school work or taking a nap. She completed her schoolwork with no more complaints. I assigned her extra chores, which included folding 3 loads of laundry. I insisted she pick up her room and she did, with no complaint.
She had a melt down after a playdate today and I was worried that I would encounter resistance at bedtime, especially with Terry working 2nd shift this week. I am relieved to say that she went to bed nicely, without getting up even once. I suspect extra chores are working. That, and giving her a pizza night to look forward to on Friday if she can keep up her hard work and a good attitude and going to bed peacefully.
I noticed that in colonial times, and even with some families today, children ar given large amounts of chores. Some people subscribe to the "delayed schooling" theory, which basically suggests that until children are mature enough to learn and WANT to learn, they should be given chores and work around the home to develop a sense of responsibility and work ethic.
I've decided to apply some of that theory. Grace was up very late last night, throwing temper tantrums and refusing to go to bed. We couldn't contain her in her room and saw that this behavior is escalating. Today, I laid down the new law. No television. At all. Not even during breakfast. I started her on her school work immediately, and when she complained of feeling tired, I gave her the choice of completing her school work or taking a nap. She completed her schoolwork with no more complaints. I assigned her extra chores, which included folding 3 loads of laundry. I insisted she pick up her room and she did, with no complaint.
She had a melt down after a playdate today and I was worried that I would encounter resistance at bedtime, especially with Terry working 2nd shift this week. I am relieved to say that she went to bed nicely, without getting up even once. I suspect extra chores are working. That, and giving her a pizza night to look forward to on Friday if she can keep up her hard work and a good attitude and going to bed peacefully.
My Garden Surprise
I made a really fun mug at the Get Fired Up pottery place with Grace a few weeks ago. I got my children to bed on time tonight, and decided to make some herbal tea using herbs from my garden. I went out with my pink clippers, barefoot in the wet grass, to snip some lemon balm, peppermint, chocolate mint, lavendar and stevia. I froze, mid-step, when I discovered bugs all over my fennel. I was horrified, and then fascinated. My beautiful fennel, feathery and copper colored, was gone. In its place were 14 caterpillars.
I did some research and learned they are tiger swallowtail catterpillars. I decided to leave the fennel and show the kids in the morning. I'm hoping my garden will survive until then, as it was twilight and the light was quickly fading. I think I should probably transplant the fennel to a separate location/pot in the morning. We've purposefully neglected science this month in the interest of barelling through our Colonial Plymouth studies. Look what landed in our laps!
My tea must have steeped by now. My bath, book and steaming cup of tea await.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Coming up
We're heading out to the Liberty Bell Memorial Museum today. I hope it is fun, as well as educational. We began formal schooling last week and did well. Yesterday, however, did NOT go well.
SOMEONE who shall remain nameless allowed my daughter to stay up 2 hours past her normal bedtime Sunday night. I warned that it would not go well. And I was right. All day yesterday, said daughter whined and cried and acted extremely irritable. We did not accomplish any school work and FINALLY the child took a nap 30 minutes before a playdate. I woke her in time for the playdate because I'd spent all day trying to get her to catch up on rest and that was the stipulation. Plus I wanted her to go to bed back on schedule.
So she's reading about Plymouth history and quite pleasant this morning. Yeah!
On a side note, we will be traveling to Boston Friday, September 4 and returning home Saturday, September 12. (I think the dates are right--the days are correct for sure!) We look forward to seeing our family and taking the kids to a living history museum-- Plimouth Plantation. Grace has been working very hard on a 8-unit "History Pocket" of Plymouth and Colonial life. We plan to visit a replica of the Mayflower and the unassuming "Plymouth Rock", as well! This will be a wonderful reward for her hard work. AJ, too, will enjoy chasing the chickens at the very least!! (We covered Columbus' discovery of the New World, and Ponce De Leon's discovery of America last year when we visited St. Augustine).
AJ started preschool yesterday. He was very excited about his teacher and his new friends and his new lunch box AND his new underpants! Then he walked into the classroom, completely overwhelmed by all the excitement, and fell to the floor sobbing. Apparently he recovered at snacktime. We will arrive earlier than most tomorrow to transition him a bit easier.
SOMEONE who shall remain nameless allowed my daughter to stay up 2 hours past her normal bedtime Sunday night. I warned that it would not go well. And I was right. All day yesterday, said daughter whined and cried and acted extremely irritable. We did not accomplish any school work and FINALLY the child took a nap 30 minutes before a playdate. I woke her in time for the playdate because I'd spent all day trying to get her to catch up on rest and that was the stipulation. Plus I wanted her to go to bed back on schedule.
So she's reading about Plymouth history and quite pleasant this morning. Yeah!
On a side note, we will be traveling to Boston Friday, September 4 and returning home Saturday, September 12. (I think the dates are right--the days are correct for sure!) We look forward to seeing our family and taking the kids to a living history museum-- Plimouth Plantation. Grace has been working very hard on a 8-unit "History Pocket" of Plymouth and Colonial life. We plan to visit a replica of the Mayflower and the unassuming "Plymouth Rock", as well! This will be a wonderful reward for her hard work. AJ, too, will enjoy chasing the chickens at the very least!! (We covered Columbus' discovery of the New World, and Ponce De Leon's discovery of America last year when we visited St. Augustine).
AJ started preschool yesterday. He was very excited about his teacher and his new friends and his new lunch box AND his new underpants! Then he walked into the classroom, completely overwhelmed by all the excitement, and fell to the floor sobbing. Apparently he recovered at snacktime. We will arrive earlier than most tomorrow to transition him a bit easier.
Friday, July 31, 2009
NOOOOO!
Wednesday, I brought Terry home after our hospital ordeal. He was very tired and weak and pale. He asked me to pick up a prescription at the pharmacy before it closed that evening. I grabbed the script, ran up to the pharmacy, walked in, looked at the script, and realized it was for lab work. I went home, ran inside with the car running to grab the script, couldnt locate it. Went outside, turned off the car, realizing it might be a while before we figured it out. Terry realized that he did NOT have additional medication to pick u p and had gotten the message confused at the hospital, after we read all the discharge info and went through the paperwork. I breathed a sigh of relief, because I was feeling rather worn out myself.
Fast forward to Thursday morning. AJ and I were about to go pick up his immunization waiver and go to Chik Fil A to grab lunch. I could not locate my purse. Now, we all know Im rather scatter brained and set things down and find them in odd places later. If I get Alzheimer's when I am older, we will probably have trouble identifying it initially because I do odd stuff now. The house and van are in pretty good condition because I spent all last week cleaning, anticipating our vacation in NC. I thought I'd left it in the van, but knowing me, I assumed I'd misplaced it. We searched the whole house, top to bottom, and searched the van.
We concluded that I left the van unlocked Wednesday night and my purse between the two front seats. My cell phone was in my purse and went straight to voicemail when I called it. We have some troubled teenagers in our neighborhood and the police officer told us that he was certain it was them. But good luck proving it.
What sucked the most? Terry's wallet was in my purse, because I was trying to keep it "safe" while he was in the hospital. I didn't leave it home because I was afraid it would be lost or stolen! So both of our driver's licenses, all of our credit cards and check cards, my social security card (I don't want to hear it, thanks), my picture of me smiling at the camera while AJ glares from his school, my 16 -hour -doesn't- come- off- no- matter- who- you- kiss- or- what- you- eat lipstick, $30 cash, and my purse and fancy red wallet with a pink S my sister gave me are all missing. Oh yeah, and my LG Chocolate phone.
So poor Terry, just home from the hospital, had all this extra stress upon him. We cancelled all of our cards, suspended my phone, put a fraud alert on my social, put stop payments on the missing check book, got Terry a new driver's license (because HE keeps his Social Security Card secure someplace OTHER than his wallet), went to the bank and ordered new check cards. . . .
So if you're trying to call me, call the house #.
Lesson Learned: Lock your car.
Fast forward to Thursday morning. AJ and I were about to go pick up his immunization waiver and go to Chik Fil A to grab lunch. I could not locate my purse. Now, we all know Im rather scatter brained and set things down and find them in odd places later. If I get Alzheimer's when I am older, we will probably have trouble identifying it initially because I do odd stuff now. The house and van are in pretty good condition because I spent all last week cleaning, anticipating our vacation in NC. I thought I'd left it in the van, but knowing me, I assumed I'd misplaced it. We searched the whole house, top to bottom, and searched the van.
We concluded that I left the van unlocked Wednesday night and my purse between the two front seats. My cell phone was in my purse and went straight to voicemail when I called it. We have some troubled teenagers in our neighborhood and the police officer told us that he was certain it was them. But good luck proving it.
What sucked the most? Terry's wallet was in my purse, because I was trying to keep it "safe" while he was in the hospital. I didn't leave it home because I was afraid it would be lost or stolen! So both of our driver's licenses, all of our credit cards and check cards, my social security card (I don't want to hear it, thanks), my picture of me smiling at the camera while AJ glares from his school, my 16 -hour -doesn't- come- off- no- matter- who- you- kiss- or- what- you- eat lipstick, $30 cash, and my purse and fancy red wallet with a pink S my sister gave me are all missing. Oh yeah, and my LG Chocolate phone.
So poor Terry, just home from the hospital, had all this extra stress upon him. We cancelled all of our cards, suspended my phone, put a fraud alert on my social, put stop payments on the missing check book, got Terry a new driver's license (because HE keeps his Social Security Card secure someplace OTHER than his wallet), went to the bank and ordered new check cards. . . .
So if you're trying to call me, call the house #.
Lesson Learned: Lock your car.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Finished!
I don't think it's a coincidence that I finished knitting my Yogini Bolero while Terry was in the hospital. It was incredibly stressful, logisticaly and emotionally, and I found solace in the repetitive nature of knitting. Instead of just sitting in the waiting area at the emergency room twiddling my thumbs or nervously interrogating nurses, doctors or janitors (as I saw others doing), I had my emergency knitting ready to go. My fingers flew and in the end, I have a quite useful product that cost me financially 25% of what they cost new at the store.
When I heard the Yarn Harlot in Vero Beach, she talked about research at Harvard showing that repetitive visual-spatial action helped people deal with stress and trauma. However, they concluded that it wasn't practical to keep "emergency knitting projects" handy. Well, it works for me!
I just found another site called Knit on the Net where a fellow knitter, Betsan Corkhill, is promoting the therapeutic benefits of knitting.
Her site says, "It's already known and accepted within the medical profession that occupied people feel less pain and depression, so that's a good start. However, the large amount of anecdotal evidence suggests that knitting has much more to offer. It isn't simply about keeping people occupied with an activity they enjoy. It's not just 'old fashioned' occupational therapy either. There's a lot more to knitting than initially meets the eye!
"The rhythmic repetitive movements of knitting are important - quite how, we're not absolutely certain of yet, but we have our theories. Anecdotal evidence strongly suggests that they induce a form of meditation very similar to Mindfulness. Recent research has shown that Mindfulness can be very effective in treating depression and chronic pain. It can also help those who are fit and healthy to combat stress and to manage life's downs. It helps you to put into perspective any traumatic issues that would normally dominate your waking thoughts helping you to find a stable balance between problematic events and feelings and more positive, pleasant sensations within the current moment. It's a state of mind where you're not mulling over the past or fretting about the future."
She goes on, "The rhythm of these movements has a calming effect which is already being used successfully to manage disruptive behaviour and ADHD in children. Many who have written to me say they use their knitting to manage anxiety, panic attacks, phobias and conditions such as asthma, where calmness is important. Of course the portability of knitting means you can carry your calming remedy around and use it when and wherever you need. This portability makes knitting, along with some needlework projects, unique in the craft world.
The automaticity of knitting is important, too. It occupies some areas of your brain, whilst freeing up others. Many find that this enables them to 'zone out' to become 'mindless'. This gives your mind a mini break from any problems, enabling you to escape into the sanctuary of a quiet mind. This brings down stress levels and breaks into negative or ruminating downward thought cycles."
Works for me!
When I heard the Yarn Harlot in Vero Beach, she talked about research at Harvard showing that repetitive visual-spatial action helped people deal with stress and trauma. However, they concluded that it wasn't practical to keep "emergency knitting projects" handy. Well, it works for me!
I just found another site called Knit on the Net where a fellow knitter, Betsan Corkhill, is promoting the therapeutic benefits of knitting.
Her site says, "It's already known and accepted within the medical profession that occupied people feel less pain and depression, so that's a good start. However, the large amount of anecdotal evidence suggests that knitting has much more to offer. It isn't simply about keeping people occupied with an activity they enjoy. It's not just 'old fashioned' occupational therapy either. There's a lot more to knitting than initially meets the eye!
"The rhythmic repetitive movements of knitting are important - quite how, we're not absolutely certain of yet, but we have our theories. Anecdotal evidence strongly suggests that they induce a form of meditation very similar to Mindfulness. Recent research has shown that Mindfulness can be very effective in treating depression and chronic pain. It can also help those who are fit and healthy to combat stress and to manage life's downs. It helps you to put into perspective any traumatic issues that would normally dominate your waking thoughts helping you to find a stable balance between problematic events and feelings and more positive, pleasant sensations within the current moment. It's a state of mind where you're not mulling over the past or fretting about the future."
She goes on, "The rhythm of these movements has a calming effect which is already being used successfully to manage disruptive behaviour and ADHD in children. Many who have written to me say they use their knitting to manage anxiety, panic attacks, phobias and conditions such as asthma, where calmness is important. Of course the portability of knitting means you can carry your calming remedy around and use it when and wherever you need. This portability makes knitting, along with some needlework projects, unique in the craft world.
The automaticity of knitting is important, too. It occupies some areas of your brain, whilst freeing up others. Many find that this enables them to 'zone out' to become 'mindless'. This gives your mind a mini break from any problems, enabling you to escape into the sanctuary of a quiet mind. This brings down stress levels and breaks into negative or ruminating downward thought cycles."
Works for me!
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Research
I've been doing some research. It appears that a medication that was prescribed to Terry has caused all of this drama. I'm relieved to think it's not cancer. And pissed to think that a dr would prescribe this medication despite many warnings about it from the FDA.
Hopefully his body will stop attacking his platelets. Hopefully they will let him come home soon. I missed vacation, I've missed Terry, and I'm ready for him to spend some time at home with me and AJ.
In other news, I made it to the grocery store today. AJ and I are having bacon and eggs for breakfast. Because I finally bought eggs. And bacon.
In other news, the pasta maker from Goodwill didn't turn out so well, so I will be returning that tomorrow. We had leftover pasta from about a week ago for dinner tonight in lieu of the fresh stuff. AJ didn't mind.
Hopefully his body will stop attacking his platelets. Hopefully they will let him come home soon. I missed vacation, I've missed Terry, and I'm ready for him to spend some time at home with me and AJ.
In other news, I made it to the grocery store today. AJ and I are having bacon and eggs for breakfast. Because I finally bought eggs. And bacon.
In other news, the pasta maker from Goodwill didn't turn out so well, so I will be returning that tomorrow. We had leftover pasta from about a week ago for dinner tonight in lieu of the fresh stuff. AJ didn't mind.
Bedtime
AJ goes to bed so nicely.. Thank you, Lord.
It really helps me out that bath and bedtime is so peaceful in my home.
Please keep praying for Terry. He might be released Thursday. Might not.
It really helps me out that bath and bedtime is so peaceful in my home.
Please keep praying for Terry. He might be released Thursday. Might not.
Monday, July 27, 2009
ugh
we still don't know what is causing Terry's condition. the doctors took him off the immunoglobulin and his platelet count, which had risen to 18, dropped to 7. This is very disheartening. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep up some semblance of normalcy for AJ, missing Grace who is in NC with her Nana and Grandpa and keeping Terry company in the hospital. The doctors are taking this one step at a time, 1st step being to get the platelet count up and keep it there. So he is back on immunoglobulin. Then they will explore the origins of this and plot a treatment course.
In other news, my mom is going to visit her dad today. Please pray for both of them. That's all I feel comfortable discussing on my public blog. :)
In other news, my mom is going to visit her dad today. Please pray for both of them. That's all I feel comfortable discussing on my public blog. :)
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Pray!
Terry had some lab work done at the dr's yesterday and they called us, telling us to get Terry to the ER immediately. His platelet count scored 13 (normal score is 150). The dr was very concerned that he would accidentally cut himself or experience internal bleeding and not be able to stop. He was admitted into the hospital with the platelet score dropping to 3, and then to 1 this morning. We expect him to receive a platelet transfusion sometime today. He was ordered to avoid eating with a fork or knife, no hot foods, don't brush teeth, etc. in case of bleeding.
We learned this morning that his white blood cell count has also dropped, and the doctors do not know why. They have started him on steroids to help interfere with whatever is attacking his platelets.
Ironically, we were supposed to leave for North Carolina early this morning. We have cancelled our vacation plans, although Grace decided to go to NC with my mom and dad and brother. We have a friend who is helping with AJ.
We're disappointed in losing this much-anticipated vacation, worried about Terry and stressed about having NO answers as to the cause of this right now.
Please pray for wisdom in Terry's doctors, peace for Terry and Staci, healing for Terry, protection for Grace and Staci's family as they travel to North Carolina, and peace for AJ as his schedule is quite disrupted.
We learned this morning that his white blood cell count has also dropped, and the doctors do not know why. They have started him on steroids to help interfere with whatever is attacking his platelets.
Ironically, we were supposed to leave for North Carolina early this morning. We have cancelled our vacation plans, although Grace decided to go to NC with my mom and dad and brother. We have a friend who is helping with AJ.
We're disappointed in losing this much-anticipated vacation, worried about Terry and stressed about having NO answers as to the cause of this right now.
Please pray for wisdom in Terry's doctors, peace for Terry and Staci, healing for Terry, protection for Grace and Staci's family as they travel to North Carolina, and peace for AJ as his schedule is quite disrupted.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Happy Anniversary to us!
Poor Terry has to work long hours this week. Those rockets just can't seem to fly without his expertise. I'll have to take him on our special surprise date when we get back from North Carolina!
(No, he does not read this blog. He's welcome to, has the link, but doesn't seem to find my inner ramblings that interesting in print. He listens to me, and that's enough!)
So Grace is at Grandparent's Camp (isn't that the neatest thing? GRANDPARENT's Camp?????!?!?!?!) AJ went to be by 7pm (yes, our children normally go to bed between 7 and 730, and wake up 12 hours later) and I took a loooooong 90 minute bath with a book and a Diet Coke. Terry will be home soon, exhausted from a 13 hour day. I can't WAIT for vacation!
(No, he does not read this blog. He's welcome to, has the link, but doesn't seem to find my inner ramblings that interesting in print. He listens to me, and that's enough!)
So Grace is at Grandparent's Camp (isn't that the neatest thing? GRANDPARENT's Camp?????!?!?!?!) AJ went to be by 7pm (yes, our children normally go to bed between 7 and 730, and wake up 12 hours later) and I took a loooooong 90 minute bath with a book and a Diet Coke. Terry will be home soon, exhausted from a 13 hour day. I can't WAIT for vacation!
Sunday, July 19, 2009
8th Anniversary coming up!
I think I'm going to get a babysitter for AJ (Grace will be at Granparent's Camp with her Nana) and take Terry to Get Fired Up, a pottery studio in town. The traditional gift for the 8th anniversary is bronze or pottery. So we can select a pottery piece and paint it together! Now to book a sitter. . .
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Creative Arts Camp
We're in full swing this week at church!! I'm a volunteer, Grace is in the musical and AJ gets some time in the nursery with wonderful helpers. However, it's exhausting!!! It's only THURSDAY and we still have camp tomorrow, Saturday, and our big performance on Sunday!! Singing/music time, choreography class, outside time, snacks and Bible lessons are wearing me OUT! I don't know how my mom managed. I went to bed at 7pm last night, soooo tired.
I thought i had chronic fatigue syndrome or was pregnant. Nope, just tired. Many of my friends said the same thing today about helping this week. It's a very ambitious musical--very wordy with many dance moves to remember. So anyhow.
We went to the dentist today. Gracie and I both have clean teeth and a clean bill of health. No cavities for either of us!!! And Grace isn't afraid of the dentist anymore, so that's good. She listened to her mp3 player while the hygenist cleaned her teeth. They didn't get X-rays taken, but maybe next time. .. . AND the dentist thinks she might be losing her first tooth in a month or two! She told him all about the house fairy and the tooth fairy. :)
In other news, she is running with the Wii Fit, singing "I am free to run . . .I am free to live for you, I am free!" So cute.
I thought i had chronic fatigue syndrome or was pregnant. Nope, just tired. Many of my friends said the same thing today about helping this week. It's a very ambitious musical--very wordy with many dance moves to remember. So anyhow.
We went to the dentist today. Gracie and I both have clean teeth and a clean bill of health. No cavities for either of us!!! And Grace isn't afraid of the dentist anymore, so that's good. She listened to her mp3 player while the hygenist cleaned her teeth. They didn't get X-rays taken, but maybe next time. .. . AND the dentist thinks she might be losing her first tooth in a month or two! She told him all about the house fairy and the tooth fairy. :)
In other news, she is running with the Wii Fit, singing "I am free to run . . .I am free to live for you, I am free!" So cute.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
piano practice
I was practicing piano today, enjoying some of the music I used to play and sing at Alpine. In the middle of a rousing edition of "Mighty to Save", AJ came running into the room, "Mommy! Mommy! You're going to make me sick!"
"What's wrong, AJ?"
"You almost made me sick! The pi-an-go almost made me sick!"
"The Piano almost made you sick?"
"Yes, you have to stop, Mommy! It's making me sick! (fake cough, cough, cough)"
"Can I finish my song, AJ?"
"Yes, But then you have to stop! "
So much for practice time.
"What's wrong, AJ?"
"You almost made me sick! The pi-an-go almost made me sick!"
"The Piano almost made you sick?"
"Yes, you have to stop, Mommy! It's making me sick! (fake cough, cough, cough)"
"Can I finish my song, AJ?"
"Yes, But then you have to stop! "
So much for practice time.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
shopping frustrations
I bought a ball of sock yarn and made it halfway through two socks until I came up short. Obviously, I need to purchase another ball. The craft stores in Central Florida don't seem to carry this yarn any more, much to my annoyance. So I went online to a major chain's site, and for three days the site has been very slow and unable to make it to the cart feature so that I can pay, get my yarn and move on with my life.
So today I did a google search (I've spent another hour looking for this stupid yarn!!!!! And it's a common yarn, not something fancy that would require this much effort!) and found Crafts Etc. This was a wonderful place that had a quick loading site, possessed the yarn in question, had it ON SALE for almost half price, and offered free shipping on orders over $25. I bought 8 balls of yarn for less than $30. YAY!!!!!
So today I did a google search (I've spent another hour looking for this stupid yarn!!!!! And it's a common yarn, not something fancy that would require this much effort!) and found Crafts Etc. This was a wonderful place that had a quick loading site, possessed the yarn in question, had it ON SALE for almost half price, and offered free shipping on orders over $25. I bought 8 balls of yarn for less than $30. YAY!!!!!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Book Reviews
by Shaunti Feldhahn
I started a Christian book review sub board on a message board I regularly frequent.
I thought some of you would be interested in two I've recommended:
For Women Only by Shaunti Fedhahn
She and a survey team from Decision Analyst did a blind random study and interviewed 400 anonymous men. She followed this with two more studies. Her book explains 7 insights, such as what it means for men to be "visual creatures", and do they really want you to dress up in full make up every day? How do they view love and respect? And other fascinating, timeless questions.
I read this and gained a much better understanding of how men think, in general. Of course, some specifics didn't necessarily apply to my dh but in general, wow!!!! I was really surprised by what the author discovered. I think this has helped me relate better to Terry.
Additionally, I must recommend Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers.
She is one of my favorite Christian fiction authors.
This book is amazing. She takes the life of Hosea and sets it in the wild west during the gold rush in the 1800s. It set such a vivid picture of Hosea's love for his prostitute wife and God's love for his disobedient children. . . . it has stayed with me, changed my heart somehow. It's beautifully written and has such a clear purpose about it. So go read those and I'll post again the next time I read something worth telling the world about.
I started a Christian book review sub board on a message board I regularly frequent.
I thought some of you would be interested in two I've recommended:
For Women Only by Shaunti Fedhahn
She and a survey team from Decision Analyst did a blind random study and interviewed 400 anonymous men. She followed this with two more studies. Her book explains 7 insights, such as what it means for men to be "visual creatures", and do they really want you to dress up in full make up every day? How do they view love and respect? And other fascinating, timeless questions.
I read this and gained a much better understanding of how men think, in general. Of course, some specifics didn't necessarily apply to my dh but in general, wow!!!! I was really surprised by what the author discovered. I think this has helped me relate better to Terry.
Additionally, I must recommend Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers.
She is one of my favorite Christian fiction authors.
This book is amazing. She takes the life of Hosea and sets it in the wild west during the gold rush in the 1800s. It set such a vivid picture of Hosea's love for his prostitute wife and God's love for his disobedient children. . . . it has stayed with me, changed my heart somehow. It's beautifully written and has such a clear purpose about it. So go read those and I'll post again the next time I read something worth telling the world about.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Denominational Preferences
I'm really struggling with church selection. In Utah, we LOVED our non-denominational church. It was very conservative, but the people were wonderful and Terry and I learned so much about the Bible and authenticity and supporting other believers.
Upon our return to Florida, we realized that the church we used to attend, an E-Free church, didn't fit us anymore. Some of the teachings weren't Bible based and we were uncomfortable with that. So then we went to a Baptist-based church. The people are nice enough, many of our friends attend there, and it works okay for us, with the exception of requiring a believer's baptism. Terry and I were baptized in Utah because we felt it was a demonstration of our commitment to Christ, a rebirth in our spirits and obedience to what we believed we were called to do. Of course, United Methodists practice infant baptism in place of circumcision, essentially. And UMCs only baptize once, because to be baptized as an infant and then again as a believer is like saying the first baptism didn't count.
Baptists and proponents of believers' baptisms would say that the first one really DIDNT count. They have infant dedications, instead. I know I've over simplified, but stay with me as I go through this.
When we first began looking for a home church, we checked out the local Methodist church and found it to be more the country club types. clearly we did not fit. But we wanted a larger church with solid Biblical teaching, children's programs, contemporary music and small groups to get to know each other. Which is how we ended up at the Baptist church, despite some theological differences which we have chosen to keep to ourselves.
So back at camp last week, some things hit me. I love the United Methodist Church, despite its imperfections. I grew up United Methodist. I went to a United Methodist College and majored in Religion and Christian Education. I was a camp counselor at the United Methodist Camp. I worked for United Methodist Churches. And I think, deep inside, that is who I am.
At camp, I listened to the children's pastor and really liked what he said. The teenagers and children from his church were insightful, thoughtful, deep and well behaved. It turns out they are from a UMC located less than 12 minutes from us (yes, we visited and yes, we timed it). Grace really liked Sunday School and I really liked the sermon and church service. Several people spoke pleasantly to us in passing. AND I recognized several people who used to attend a different UMC in the area, which was kind of neat for me.
I don't really know where this leaves me. Terry has expressed interest in visiting this church and I suppose we'll take it from there. It's hard with children, because if we didn't have the kids, we'd probably go back and forth for a while. But small children can't take that. We need to commit somewhere. So we'll see.
Upon our return to Florida, we realized that the church we used to attend, an E-Free church, didn't fit us anymore. Some of the teachings weren't Bible based and we were uncomfortable with that. So then we went to a Baptist-based church. The people are nice enough, many of our friends attend there, and it works okay for us, with the exception of requiring a believer's baptism. Terry and I were baptized in Utah because we felt it was a demonstration of our commitment to Christ, a rebirth in our spirits and obedience to what we believed we were called to do. Of course, United Methodists practice infant baptism in place of circumcision, essentially. And UMCs only baptize once, because to be baptized as an infant and then again as a believer is like saying the first baptism didn't count.
Baptists and proponents of believers' baptisms would say that the first one really DIDNT count. They have infant dedications, instead. I know I've over simplified, but stay with me as I go through this.
When we first began looking for a home church, we checked out the local Methodist church and found it to be more the country club types. clearly we did not fit. But we wanted a larger church with solid Biblical teaching, children's programs, contemporary music and small groups to get to know each other. Which is how we ended up at the Baptist church, despite some theological differences which we have chosen to keep to ourselves.
So back at camp last week, some things hit me. I love the United Methodist Church, despite its imperfections. I grew up United Methodist. I went to a United Methodist College and majored in Religion and Christian Education. I was a camp counselor at the United Methodist Camp. I worked for United Methodist Churches. And I think, deep inside, that is who I am.
At camp, I listened to the children's pastor and really liked what he said. The teenagers and children from his church were insightful, thoughtful, deep and well behaved. It turns out they are from a UMC located less than 12 minutes from us (yes, we visited and yes, we timed it). Grace really liked Sunday School and I really liked the sermon and church service. Several people spoke pleasantly to us in passing. AND I recognized several people who used to attend a different UMC in the area, which was kind of neat for me.
I don't really know where this leaves me. Terry has expressed interest in visiting this church and I suppose we'll take it from there. It's hard with children, because if we didn't have the kids, we'd probably go back and forth for a while. But small children can't take that. We need to commit somewhere. So we'll see.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I LOVE CAMP!!!!
Camp is the best place ever. It's truly a mountaintop experience for me.
I told Grace about scripture in 1 John 4 that says “perfect love casts out fear. . . whoever says they love God and hate their brother is a LIAR. Because if you love God, you will love your brother.” She said, “Thank you for sharing that with me, Mommy.” I didn’t say any more and gave her time to process it. Hours later, she said, “I’m a liar a lot. I’m trying really hard right now(her brother was bothering her) to not be a liar.”
Grace had trouble falling asleep and asked me to lay with her for a while. Usually I don’t have time, but I did tonight. I’m so glad. She had so many God questions-- her mind was overflowing with theology. She liked my small group that talked about forgiveness. She took a rock, told it everything she’d done that was sinful, and threw it in the ocean. She said she liked it when the teacher (counselor) said that God forgives as fast as the rock sank!! Even faster! And then, on her own, Grace asked Jesus to be her best friend forever tonight. I just about cried, I was so glad and proud and humbled that she is my little girl. And a bit surprised, too . . . .I wonder if a 6 year old can make this kind of permanent decision? Will this really set the stage for her salvation? Is this her salvation?
We also prayed that God would give her a kind, loving heart. Then she asked if God could run out of “loving hearts”. I told her no, God gives everyone a heart and builds love in each one. I told her love and kindness are things that she can build in her heart by acting kind every day.
She told me she thought she’d figured out something: God tells us bad things with nightmares, and good things with dreams. I said that God doesn’t usually send nightmares—that’s her mind’s way of thinking when she sleeps sometimes. She asked how God talks to us, then? I told her the Bible is how God talks to us. She said, “Really? So where was Jesus born? What was it like, where he grew up?”
I really needed her to go to sleep so I told her we would read about it in the morning. And to think I could have missed this amazing conversation if I hadn’t snuggled up with her in her bed for a while, at her request.
AJ, too, was speaking theologically tonight. We read a book called “God Created Me”and he actually engaged in conversation about the book, showing me the trucks and the space shuttle, which he particularly liked. He told me, “God made the train! God made the. . . (thinking Space Shuttle, struggling with how to pronounce the sssss). . . .Daddy’s Work! God made Daddy’s Work! And God made the stars!”
I answered, “Yes, and God made Grace and God made mommy and God made AJ!”
He said, “God didn’t make AJ!”
“Who did make AJ, then?”
Long pause. . .giggle.. . “Gracie!”
Tonight was commitment night, and my 11 tweens, ages 11-13, with a 15 year old thrown in the mix for fun, are a typical group. Giggly, talkative, girls, a sensitive, thoughtful young man, the boy who is in a band called “Ever Since November” and always volunteers to pray and who contributes meaningfully to the group discussion, the silent boys, and an ADHDer from the Children’s Home. . . They have awesome questions. The first night alone I was hit with:
“Was there heaven before Jesus? In the Old testament? Because he hadn’t been born or died yet, so how could people be saved?”
“Are all the books of the Bible named after the author? Who was Psalms?”
“Is it okay to have friends who are not Christians?”
“Do you think people who don’t believe in Jesus really go to hell?”
Along with comments such as:
“I don’t think I’d wash Jesus’ feet with my hair. It would depend on how dirty his feet were. And how badly I’d sinned.”
And then tonight:
“I didn’t recommit because I’ve done it every year. It seems like just going through the motions, don’t you think?”
“Do you think God made more than just us? Like, on other planets? (meaning intelligent life. . .) Because I’ve seen some really weird lights in the field near where I used to live.”
Being at camp makes me miss full time ministry. It’s such a high. I don’t think I should place my children in full time child care just so I can follow the highs, but oh, it’s tempting. I miss the teenagers, I miss working with Christian leaders, I miss planning curriculum and events and building relationships with the purpose of introducing others to Jesus. I miss it I miss it I miss it. But I cannot serve two masters. And my family is my master. Terry would support me in full time ministry, and I believe that God will protect my children and give them what they need when I follow Him. But I suspect that following Him means raising my babies and holding on to this dream until further notice.
Interestingly, one of my former youth group members—my favorite student, to be honest—is on team for her third consecutive summer. I’m so proud of her. I knew there was something sensitive and deep and gifted about her, and I’m thrilled that she is serving God and others in this way. I have prayed for her over the past 5 years and wondered who she had become. To see the woman God has created in her creates such awe for me. I think I’m actually speechless.
I told Grace about scripture in 1 John 4 that says “perfect love casts out fear. . . whoever says they love God and hate their brother is a LIAR. Because if you love God, you will love your brother.” She said, “Thank you for sharing that with me, Mommy.” I didn’t say any more and gave her time to process it. Hours later, she said, “I’m a liar a lot. I’m trying really hard right now(her brother was bothering her) to not be a liar.”
Grace had trouble falling asleep and asked me to lay with her for a while. Usually I don’t have time, but I did tonight. I’m so glad. She had so many God questions-- her mind was overflowing with theology. She liked my small group that talked about forgiveness. She took a rock, told it everything she’d done that was sinful, and threw it in the ocean. She said she liked it when the teacher (counselor) said that God forgives as fast as the rock sank!! Even faster! And then, on her own, Grace asked Jesus to be her best friend forever tonight. I just about cried, I was so glad and proud and humbled that she is my little girl. And a bit surprised, too . . . .I wonder if a 6 year old can make this kind of permanent decision? Will this really set the stage for her salvation? Is this her salvation?
We also prayed that God would give her a kind, loving heart. Then she asked if God could run out of “loving hearts”. I told her no, God gives everyone a heart and builds love in each one. I told her love and kindness are things that she can build in her heart by acting kind every day.
She told me she thought she’d figured out something: God tells us bad things with nightmares, and good things with dreams. I said that God doesn’t usually send nightmares—that’s her mind’s way of thinking when she sleeps sometimes. She asked how God talks to us, then? I told her the Bible is how God talks to us. She said, “Really? So where was Jesus born? What was it like, where he grew up?”
I really needed her to go to sleep so I told her we would read about it in the morning. And to think I could have missed this amazing conversation if I hadn’t snuggled up with her in her bed for a while, at her request.
AJ, too, was speaking theologically tonight. We read a book called “God Created Me”and he actually engaged in conversation about the book, showing me the trucks and the space shuttle, which he particularly liked. He told me, “God made the train! God made the. . . (thinking Space Shuttle, struggling with how to pronounce the sssss). . . .Daddy’s Work! God made Daddy’s Work! And God made the stars!”
I answered, “Yes, and God made Grace and God made mommy and God made AJ!”
He said, “God didn’t make AJ!”
“Who did make AJ, then?”
Long pause. . .giggle.. . “Gracie!”
Tonight was commitment night, and my 11 tweens, ages 11-13, with a 15 year old thrown in the mix for fun, are a typical group. Giggly, talkative, girls, a sensitive, thoughtful young man, the boy who is in a band called “Ever Since November” and always volunteers to pray and who contributes meaningfully to the group discussion, the silent boys, and an ADHDer from the Children’s Home. . . They have awesome questions. The first night alone I was hit with:
“Was there heaven before Jesus? In the Old testament? Because he hadn’t been born or died yet, so how could people be saved?”
“Are all the books of the Bible named after the author? Who was Psalms?”
“Is it okay to have friends who are not Christians?”
“Do you think people who don’t believe in Jesus really go to hell?”
Along with comments such as:
“I don’t think I’d wash Jesus’ feet with my hair. It would depend on how dirty his feet were. And how badly I’d sinned.”
And then tonight:
“I didn’t recommit because I’ve done it every year. It seems like just going through the motions, don’t you think?”
“Do you think God made more than just us? Like, on other planets? (meaning intelligent life. . .) Because I’ve seen some really weird lights in the field near where I used to live.”
Being at camp makes me miss full time ministry. It’s such a high. I don’t think I should place my children in full time child care just so I can follow the highs, but oh, it’s tempting. I miss the teenagers, I miss working with Christian leaders, I miss planning curriculum and events and building relationships with the purpose of introducing others to Jesus. I miss it I miss it I miss it. But I cannot serve two masters. And my family is my master. Terry would support me in full time ministry, and I believe that God will protect my children and give them what they need when I follow Him. But I suspect that following Him means raising my babies and holding on to this dream until further notice.
Interestingly, one of my former youth group members—my favorite student, to be honest—is on team for her third consecutive summer. I’m so proud of her. I knew there was something sensitive and deep and gifted about her, and I’m thrilled that she is serving God and others in this way. I have prayed for her over the past 5 years and wondered who she had become. To see the woman God has created in her creates such awe for me. I think I’m actually speechless.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Dinner Fun
Grace asked if we could have a Hawaiian Dinner tonight. She wanted to wear her new lei and flower barrette. She even invited her Nana to stay for dinner (Nana was watching the kids while Terry and I had a meeting today).
So we went to Petty's and bought their Polynesian Chicken stir fry, which happened to be on sale. We cooked Carribbean Rice (out of a box) and made salads with fresh veggies from the garden. I wore a "fancy" dress for the occasion, which met with Grace's approval. We also used the kids' brightly colored plates for the occasion.
My mom helped the kids make hula costumes out of garbage bags. AJ especially liked dancing in his, "like a cowboy", he says.
We finished the evening with strawberry shortcake. Grace sliced the strawberries, spooned them into the shortcakes and learned how to work the whipped cream can. Fun stuff! She taste tested everything, too.
How to make military corners
I may never be a fighter pilot, but I can make my bed military-style! Flat sheets sure are less expensive than fitteds. . . When I make beds, they always look like the kids did it. I'm going to try this one day!
Military Corners
Military Corners
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Thirty
Thirty years old is exactly 6 months away for me. I know it's NOT "old", but never has it seemed so old than when I hit 29 last December. I've heard people say that their 30's have been so much better than their 20's. But I have enjoyed my 20s. I like feeling young. I like not having smile lines yet.
When people mention birthdays or the number 30, my chest tightens and my heart starts pounding. It's ludicrous, I know. Especially considering ALL of my "mom club" friends are older than me by at least 3 years. And Terry hit 30 umm. . a while ago. It just kind of smarts to know that the 20's are ending. I didn't party them up, I didn't get to travel everywhere, I didn't have a fabulous, all consuming career that paid me actual money. I became a wife and then a mom in my twenties. And I'm so grateful for my children. Becoming a parent matured me in a way that nothing else could have. I learned to be selfless, giving, caring, for my children and my husband and my friends in ways that I would not have otherwise learned.
But to close the chapter of the "20s" is just so weird. It feels like now I have to be a grown up. Now I have to watch what I eat. Yes, I know I'm fat. But I didn't really care in my twenties. Becoming old and having to worry about my heart and cholesterol is not really on the radar of someone in their twenties. Now I'm starting to care.
And I feel greatly the loss of potential. When I was 7, I wanted to be the First Woman President. Then I decided I'd be a doctor. Obviously, I am neither. Instead of focusing on what I am, I've been looking at what I am not. And what I have LOST the potential for. I can never be a fighter pilot. I suspect I can never join the military due to my knees. I can never be the first woman to run for president. And you know what? I don't WANT to do any of these things. But I can't help but grieve for the loss of those "maybes". It's so easy to smugly feel like, "I'm young, if I wanted to do x, I could." But when x is no longer an option, it pains me.
Anyhow, I recommend not discussing age around me. And I strongly suggest everyone refrain from contacting me on my birthday. I plan to ship my children to their Nana and drink until I feel 21 again.
When people mention birthdays or the number 30, my chest tightens and my heart starts pounding. It's ludicrous, I know. Especially considering ALL of my "mom club" friends are older than me by at least 3 years. And Terry hit 30 umm. . a while ago. It just kind of smarts to know that the 20's are ending. I didn't party them up, I didn't get to travel everywhere, I didn't have a fabulous, all consuming career that paid me actual money. I became a wife and then a mom in my twenties. And I'm so grateful for my children. Becoming a parent matured me in a way that nothing else could have. I learned to be selfless, giving, caring, for my children and my husband and my friends in ways that I would not have otherwise learned.
But to close the chapter of the "20s" is just so weird. It feels like now I have to be a grown up. Now I have to watch what I eat. Yes, I know I'm fat. But I didn't really care in my twenties. Becoming old and having to worry about my heart and cholesterol is not really on the radar of someone in their twenties. Now I'm starting to care.
And I feel greatly the loss of potential. When I was 7, I wanted to be the First Woman President. Then I decided I'd be a doctor. Obviously, I am neither. Instead of focusing on what I am, I've been looking at what I am not. And what I have LOST the potential for. I can never be a fighter pilot. I suspect I can never join the military due to my knees. I can never be the first woman to run for president. And you know what? I don't WANT to do any of these things. But I can't help but grieve for the loss of those "maybes". It's so easy to smugly feel like, "I'm young, if I wanted to do x, I could." But when x is no longer an option, it pains me.
Anyhow, I recommend not discussing age around me. And I strongly suggest everyone refrain from contacting me on my birthday. I plan to ship my children to their Nana and drink until I feel 21 again.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
VBS-Day 3
We showed up, a bit late due to AJ's reluctance to get ready. (as usual) He woke up irritable, as usual. Didn't want to use the potty, as usual. Finally used the potty after about 15 minutes of temper. Wouldn't eat hi waffles or cantaloupe, as usual. I told him he had to eat it in the car then or I would take him back home. He finally took a few bites of each. Then he decided at church that he needed to use the potty before I took him to the nursery. *sigh*
An hour later, the nursery workers came to get me. Guess who's throwing up? AJ. I guess he actually had a legitimate reason to be irritable this morning. However, none of this behavior was abnormal for him until he threw up. I'll pick Grace up around 12. So here we are, AJ and I, back at home watching "Phineas and Ferb". He's whining that he wants a snack. But every good mother knows that will not do ANYTHING helpful. So I'm trying to fend him off and get his mind off of his tummy. Poor guy.
To top it all off, it was "crazy hair day" at VBS. And to participate, I put some fun bows in my hair and some extra pony tails. If I'm not at VBS, i'm certainly not going to walk around like that. So take down the hair, go for the boring pony tail, change out of the super cool VBS shirt and hope vomit doesn't get on me today.
An hour later, the nursery workers came to get me. Guess who's throwing up? AJ. I guess he actually had a legitimate reason to be irritable this morning. However, none of this behavior was abnormal for him until he threw up. I'll pick Grace up around 12. So here we are, AJ and I, back at home watching "Phineas and Ferb". He's whining that he wants a snack. But every good mother knows that will not do ANYTHING helpful. So I'm trying to fend him off and get his mind off of his tummy. Poor guy.
To top it all off, it was "crazy hair day" at VBS. And to participate, I put some fun bows in my hair and some extra pony tails. If I'm not at VBS, i'm certainly not going to walk around like that. So take down the hair, go for the boring pony tail, change out of the super cool VBS shirt and hope vomit doesn't get on me today.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Must gloat.
For vacation Bible School, all the volunteers have to wear volunteer T-shirts. I look horrible in plain, crew cut, T-shirts. So. . .
I started to think fancy. I took a huge shirt and trimmed it to size according to a shirt I own that fits properly. Then I snipped a V in the middle and voila! A V-Neck T-shirt! The sleeves and shoulders were awfully big, so I added a couple of long stitches along the shoulder seam, pulled on the threads and created gathered shoulders. They pulled up the shirt and look so cute! Here's a pic I took. . not the most flattering, but I think you'll at least get the idea of the shirt!
Lastly, I pulled out my serger and used orange variegated thread to create a lettuce edge around the sleeves and bottom of the shirt. I totally rocked out VBS today!!! :)
I received many compliments. And was rather proud of my efforts until Grace told me later, "Mommy, your shirt looks weird. It looks like you cut the front of it."
I replied, " I Did, Grace. Do you want me to make yours like mine?"
In response, she burst into (fake) tears. I take that as a "no."
Oh yeah, VBS went great today. Our leader in charge of all 1st grade seemed super frazzled and stressed. I dont know why--this was the most organized vacation bible school I've ever been associated with! No children were lost, everyone made it to snack, no one had a potty accident, and the kids seemed reasonably happy.
Grace told me that tomorrow, they will be "painting something Jewish". She concluded that they will bring in her best friend, who is Jewish, and everyone will paint her.
I started to think fancy. I took a huge shirt and trimmed it to size according to a shirt I own that fits properly. Then I snipped a V in the middle and voila! A V-Neck T-shirt! The sleeves and shoulders were awfully big, so I added a couple of long stitches along the shoulder seam, pulled on the threads and created gathered shoulders. They pulled up the shirt and look so cute! Here's a pic I took. . not the most flattering, but I think you'll at least get the idea of the shirt!
Lastly, I pulled out my serger and used orange variegated thread to create a lettuce edge around the sleeves and bottom of the shirt. I totally rocked out VBS today!!! :)
I received many compliments. And was rather proud of my efforts until Grace told me later, "Mommy, your shirt looks weird. It looks like you cut the front of it."
I replied, " I Did, Grace. Do you want me to make yours like mine?"
In response, she burst into (fake) tears. I take that as a "no."
Oh yeah, VBS went great today. Our leader in charge of all 1st grade seemed super frazzled and stressed. I dont know why--this was the most organized vacation bible school I've ever been associated with! No children were lost, everyone made it to snack, no one had a potty accident, and the kids seemed reasonably happy.
Grace told me that tomorrow, they will be "painting something Jewish". She concluded that they will bring in her best friend, who is Jewish, and everyone will paint her.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Kidnapping Ring
Grace said to Kellyn and I, "It would be so fun to have a kidnapping ring!"
My sister began to look worried. I asked, "What is a kidnapping ring?" (See, I'm getting smarter!)
Grace said, "It's a ring that hooks on your finger and snaps in place!"
Oh, you're right, Grace. A kidnapping ring would be fun.
And then she continued: "It would also be fun to have a Captur-ring."
Kellyn, catching on, said, "What's a capturing?"
"A ring that goes on two fingers, like this!" She informed us, demonstrating with a pretzel.
My sister began to look worried. I asked, "What is a kidnapping ring?" (See, I'm getting smarter!)
Grace said, "It's a ring that hooks on your finger and snaps in place!"
Oh, you're right, Grace. A kidnapping ring would be fun.
And then she continued: "It would also be fun to have a Captur-ring."
Kellyn, catching on, said, "What's a capturing?"
"A ring that goes on two fingers, like this!" She informed us, demonstrating with a pretzel.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Our Disney Kick. . .
We bought annual passes for Typhoon Lagoon yesterday. The kids had a blast. AJ and I hung out in the Lazy River for hours. :) Guess where we plan to go weekly???
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Ah, Disney. ..
How I missed you. It was so nice to visit you today and remember being a kid, going with my own family. We saw you so much, in fact, that there came a time when I whined, "Disney again? We just went last week! Can't I just stay home?" No offense, dear Disney World. But when one lives in Orlando and when one's parents bought annual Disney passes, even a wonderful place like you can wear one out with excessive cheeriness.
There WAS the Christmas Day when I was about 14. I had no money, but after my dad bought hot chocolate for the family and I went back for napkins, I struck up a conversation with a cute boy selling the hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. I walked away with a free chocolate chip cookie! And a warm glow in my heart for the pleasant conversation regarding the chilly weather. It was innocent. And sweet. AND it impressed Mom and Dad.
But I digress. It occurred to me today how completely fabricated you are, dearest Magic Kingdom. The ground to the walls to the lights to the shows to the Cinderella with dark eyebrows and the permagrin on her face. . . it's all so fake. NOTHING is Waldorf-like about you. And yet, my children soaked up every minute we were in your presence with wide eyes, gasps of delight, open jaws and wonder. It was worth every bit of time and money spent to introduce them to you.There was an older lady in a wheelchair next to us at the parade. She was very nice, offering to share her umbrella's shade with my children, who politely declined. When the characters walked by to give high fives and shake hands and hug children, this lady was the first one to grab them and hug them and wave at them. It was so cute to watch this. She wasn't mentally incapacitated, just excited to be at Disney World.
Grace saw the parade for the first time in her memory and spotted Snow White. Awe filled her face.
We went on "The Jungle Cruise" and that provided nice respite from the sun. AJ, especially, needed the ride.
Terry and AJ and Grace insisted on pretending to be Captain Hook, following Pirates of the Carribbean. Hey, he's a pirate, too!!! BTW, Magic Kingdom, nice job on updating the ride to include Jack Sparrow.
Terry and I got a kick out of standing line for pictures with the Princesses. We waited in line for 35 minutes, which was nothing, really, compared to the 2 hour wait earlier in the day. We saw little girls get shy, or squeal with delight. The princesses asked the girls for a hug. We watched an entire Indian family, complete with the grandma wearing the traditional sari, take a picture with not only Sleeping Beauty, but also Cinderella and Belle. We watched two single men get their pictures with each princess. We noted the princess did NOT ask THEM for a hug. Then it was Grace's turn. She became shy and forgot where she lived. The princesses were very kind and conversed with her for a few minutues. AJ hugged each princess, also. And walked away with lipstick on his cheek from Sleeping Beauty. The rest of the evening, he kept telling me, "I want to hug the princesses again!"
After hugging Aurora, he had to explain to Belle why there was lipstick on his cheek. Busted!
He's never going to wash his face again.
I offered to take Terry's picture with the princess of his choice, but he declined. Apparently I am the only princess he needs. :)
Oh-I almost forgot! When we picked up our tickets in the morning, the cast member took about 10 minutes to process our certificate in the back office. She came out with an apology for taking so long, our tickets, and 3 fast passes to use on any "FastPass" ride of our choice. We zipped through the lines for "Jungle Cruise" and "Winnie the Pooh." We thought Peter Pan might be too much for my height-phobic daughter.
I must confess, dear Disney. When my husband expressed his desire to visit you, I hesitated. I told him, "You know this is Memorial Day weekend. The park will be very crowded."
But he knew that. I thought, "The man works full time and goes to school full time. Who am I to deny him his wish to visit Disney World on his one week free from school?"
So we bought ponchos, expecting rain. We dressed for hot, humid weather and enjoyed the day. It was busy, but we still went on several rides and saw many shows. AJ laughed very hard at the "Monsters, Inc." comedy show. The parades were great for our children. I have a great picture of Grace watching the parade with wide eyes, lit up at the sight of Cinderella. Even the food was almost reasonably priced and palatable. We donned our ponchos when it began to pour in the late afternoon, and continued our jaunt. AJ splashed in every puddle he could find. So did Terry.
We ended our visit to you, dear Disney, watching the light parade upon our egress. We hopped on a Monorail, debarked at the Polynesian Resort, (the best place to park at Disney because it's free) and ate a late night snack at the Kona Cafe. We had the best California roll ever at their sushi bar--they use real lump crab instead of Alaskan Pollock imitation stuff. And pineapple was in the roll, too. And the kids had make your own icecream sundaes, Terry enjoyed white chocolate cheesecake, while I indulged in a coconut cream tart. The coffee (freshly brewed, by the way) helped Terry and I drive home without falling asleep.
We cannot wait to come back and visit you for Grace's birthday. We plan to dress her up and take her to the Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique for princess hair and makeup on her special day. We just hope to get in to Cinderella's Castle for a meal this next time. Who knew that you filled up 90 days in advance?
Thanks for a great day.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Scrubs
For JD's farewell, they did a mushy, tearjerker of an ending. Here's the song they used: Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. It's beautiful.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Rainy Day
And my son is so cute. We had to make a supply run to Publix (and STILL managed to forget garbage bags!) and AJ and I had crocs on to brave the water. My joyful 3 year old managed to splash in EVERY puddle we could see from the van to grocery store. My legs and his were SOAKED. We both just giggled hysterically while Grace pretended that she was not acquainted with us at all!
Then we went for a rainy day walk in the neighborhood. The soccer ball went into what used to be a fun place to roll around in the grass and is now a pond. What an adventure fishing it out!
Then we went for a rainy day walk in the neighborhood. The soccer ball went into what used to be a fun place to roll around in the grass and is now a pond. What an adventure fishing it out!
Hershey's Kisses Cherry Cordial
They taste like cough syrup. I do not recommend them. I'm wondering if I can use them to bake, however, in a chocolate cake or something. . . .Must research. That's what I get for taking my chances in the clearance bin.
More about Flaxseed
My friend Hannah suggested I use my coffee bean grinder to grind the whole flaxseed. She's a genius. Thanks to her suggestion, we enjoyed oatmeal with peaches and a few tablespoons of flaxseed sprinkled in.
It's rainy today, so oatmeal was good for the soul. We do have to run to the grocery store for feta cheese and blockbuster to rent a movie, but other than that, we're staying put at home! We painted a Princess crown ceramic "piggy" bank for grace, painted rock animals, watched AJ get paint everywhere EXCEPT on the rocks, and we're going to have Ratatouille for dinner thanks to our hardworking crock pot. (hence the feta cheese and movie rental--1 guess what we're renting!)
Terry has a week off inbetween classes, and I'm going to soak up as much time as I can with him!
It's rainy today, so oatmeal was good for the soul. We do have to run to the grocery store for feta cheese and blockbuster to rent a movie, but other than that, we're staying put at home! We painted a Princess crown ceramic "piggy" bank for grace, painted rock animals, watched AJ get paint everywhere EXCEPT on the rocks, and we're going to have Ratatouille for dinner thanks to our hardworking crock pot. (hence the feta cheese and movie rental--1 guess what we're renting!)
Terry has a week off inbetween classes, and I'm going to soak up as much time as I can with him!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Pictures and such
My friend Tracy posted much more details about our trip to hear Stephanie Pearl-McPHee. I'll give you the link to her post so you can see the pics and hear about our fantastic adventure!
Tracy's account
Tracy's account
Yarn Harlot
The Yarn Harlot was sooooo funny! My friends and I road tripped down to Vero Beach early this morning to get good seats for hearing Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.
She's even funnier in person than she is in her books! She talked for an hour about how knitting is good for us and good for humanity and non-knitters just don't get it. Scientific studies even show that knitting is good for promoting the "theta" brain wave!
On our way home, our friend Hannah had to pull a MacGyver and fix her bumper, which was knocked partially loose, with some yarn. Tracy and I were sooo impressed.
And now AJ is stealing Terry's socks. I must rescue them both.
She's even funnier in person than she is in her books! She talked for an hour about how knitting is good for us and good for humanity and non-knitters just don't get it. Scientific studies even show that knitting is good for promoting the "theta" brain wave!
On our way home, our friend Hannah had to pull a MacGyver and fix her bumper, which was knocked partially loose, with some yarn. Tracy and I were sooo impressed.
And now AJ is stealing Terry's socks. I must rescue them both.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Yarn Harlot is coming to town!
So excited. I'm riding with a friend or two down to Vero Beach for the day tomorrow to meet The Yarn Harlot. Who, according to her blog, had a heck of a time at the airport catching a flight to FL.
Here's to knitting, autographed books and girl time!
Here's to knitting, autographed books and girl time!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
My First Mosaic
I just learned how to make this really cool mosaic from my friend Alisa Beth (AB's Blog in the link section on my page).
Flaxseed
I read that adding flaxseed to smoothies is a good way to up the nutritional content. I bought a bag today, unground. It turns out that you should grind it before putting it in smoothies, or so I hear. Ancient Greeks and Romans used to eat it raw, like a nut. And I see why--it is GOOOOD!!!
Plus it's healthy. It contains 4 grams of fiber in just two Tablespoons, compared with 1.5 cups of cooked oatmeal! It also contains high levels of lignans, a natural antioxidant. . . and compared 2 Tb of flaxseed, you'd need 30 cups of broccoli to get teh same amount. And, then, of course, it contains Alpha linolenic Acid (and Omega-3). One serving contains 2400mg of omega-3.
Let's see how fast we go through a bag of this! :)
Here are some suggested uses from webmd.com:
"The recommended daily amount of flaxseed is approximately 1-2 tablespoons of ground flaxseed, or 1 teaspoon of flax oil (which is best used cold, perhaps mixed in a vinaigrette salad dressing). Morris' favorite way to get her flaxseed is to mix a tablespoon of the ground seeds with 2 tablespoons of honey, and then spread the mixture on toast. "It has a nutty flavor," she says, "and is a great alternative to buttering your toast."
Texas nutritionist Natalie Elliott offers these additional suggestions for adding flax to your diet:
Sprinkle ground flax on cereal, yogurt, or salads.
Mix flax into meatloaf or meatballs.
Add ground flax to pancake, muffin, or cookie batter, or other baked goods such as pie crust.
Coat fish or homemade chicken nuggets in ground flaxseed and oven fry.
Toss salads with flax oil and vinegar.
Or try one of her favorites, "Nat's Flax Snacks":
1 cup Karo corn syrup
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup smooth peanut butter
1 cup ground flax
1 teaspoon vanilla
6 cups of Rice Krispies
Mix together the first five ingredients in a saucepot over low heat until melted and smooth. Add Rice Krispies to the pot and stir. Pour contents into a buttered 9"x13" pan. Press down to flatten. Stir, cool, and cut into 8 bars."
Plus it's healthy. It contains 4 grams of fiber in just two Tablespoons, compared with 1.5 cups of cooked oatmeal! It also contains high levels of lignans, a natural antioxidant. . . and compared 2 Tb of flaxseed, you'd need 30 cups of broccoli to get teh same amount. And, then, of course, it contains Alpha linolenic Acid (and Omega-3). One serving contains 2400mg of omega-3.
Let's see how fast we go through a bag of this! :)
Here are some suggested uses from webmd.com:
"The recommended daily amount of flaxseed is approximately 1-2 tablespoons of ground flaxseed, or 1 teaspoon of flax oil (which is best used cold, perhaps mixed in a vinaigrette salad dressing). Morris' favorite way to get her flaxseed is to mix a tablespoon of the ground seeds with 2 tablespoons of honey, and then spread the mixture on toast. "It has a nutty flavor," she says, "and is a great alternative to buttering your toast."
Texas nutritionist Natalie Elliott offers these additional suggestions for adding flax to your diet:
Sprinkle ground flax on cereal, yogurt, or salads.
Mix flax into meatloaf or meatballs.
Add ground flax to pancake, muffin, or cookie batter, or other baked goods such as pie crust.
Coat fish or homemade chicken nuggets in ground flaxseed and oven fry.
Toss salads with flax oil and vinegar.
Or try one of her favorites, "Nat's Flax Snacks":
1 cup Karo corn syrup
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup smooth peanut butter
1 cup ground flax
1 teaspoon vanilla
6 cups of Rice Krispies
Mix together the first five ingredients in a saucepot over low heat until melted and smooth. Add Rice Krispies to the pot and stir. Pour contents into a buttered 9"x13" pan. Press down to flatten. Stir, cool, and cut into 8 bars."
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Reflections
Well, Grace and I have almost completed her first year homeschooling. It went really well, and we're looking forward to continuing next year. I've selected her math curriculum, and am exploring other subjects for next year. She's been a joy to teach. I feel so blessed to stay home with my children and raise them the way I believe God has called our family to do.
AJ was in preschool from January on. He's matured so much and we're so proud of his development! He has a great belly laugh all of a sudden and gets so silly.
We were on vacation last weekend in St Augustine and it was bliss. The kids were so well behaved. I was very proud of them. We explored history by morning and the beach and pools by afternoon and evening. Only when you homeschool can you take school on the road! :)
Anyhow, that's a quick update on us. I'm looking forward to seeing the Yarn Harlot (Stephenie Pearl-McPhee) when she visits Vero Beach next Saturday. I think, since it's Memorial Day Weekend, we might make another vacation out of it. I suppose I should start looking at activities and places to stay. . .
AJ was in preschool from January on. He's matured so much and we're so proud of his development! He has a great belly laugh all of a sudden and gets so silly.
We were on vacation last weekend in St Augustine and it was bliss. The kids were so well behaved. I was very proud of them. We explored history by morning and the beach and pools by afternoon and evening. Only when you homeschool can you take school on the road! :)
Anyhow, that's a quick update on us. I'm looking forward to seeing the Yarn Harlot (Stephenie Pearl-McPhee) when she visits Vero Beach next Saturday. I think, since it's Memorial Day Weekend, we might make another vacation out of it. I suppose I should start looking at activities and places to stay. . .
Friday, May 1, 2009
Louis Armstrong
Grace is quite a fan. She saw a picture of him the other day and wanted to know who he was and why his picture was in the magazine. (It's actually a really cool ad for Americans for the Arts.. . here's a blinkie I found at their site!
Anyhow, I found some clips of Satchmo on YouTube. She's particularly fond of "What a Wonderful World." So here was our conversation:
GP: Mom, can I get Louis (pronounced Lew-Is) Armstrong's autograph?
SP: His name is "Lou-ie" Armstrong. And no, honey, he died.
GP: *Gasp* He did? . . . .(pause) When I die, and I go to heaven, can I get Louis Armstrong's autograph in heaven?
SP: That's a great idea, honey.
GP: And can I sing with him? Because I really love to sing.
SP: Sure, Grace. That would be really cool.
GP: Yes, because when I go to heaven, and Louis Armstrong is in heaven, we can sing together!
You know, I love homeschooling. Because I can take teachable moments and USE them. We danced to his music, we watched how he moved his whole body when he sang, Grace noted the piano in the song. We watched him play his trumpet in "When the Saints Go Marching In" and Grace asked about his dark skin. We talked about jazz and how music makes us feel deeper emotions.
With all the cuts going on regarding funding for schools, I would be a fool to place my daughter in the public education system. What will education be like without arts and music and physical education to supplement reading, writing and 'rithmetic? In my experience, the arts gave me a reason to read, write and count. They fill our spirits in ways that we cannot measure.
Anyhow, I found some clips of Satchmo on YouTube. She's particularly fond of "What a Wonderful World." So here was our conversation:
GP: Mom, can I get Louis (pronounced Lew-Is) Armstrong's autograph?
SP: His name is "Lou-ie" Armstrong. And no, honey, he died.
GP: *Gasp* He did? . . . .(pause) When I die, and I go to heaven, can I get Louis Armstrong's autograph in heaven?
SP: That's a great idea, honey.
GP: And can I sing with him? Because I really love to sing.
SP: Sure, Grace. That would be really cool.
GP: Yes, because when I go to heaven, and Louis Armstrong is in heaven, we can sing together!
You know, I love homeschooling. Because I can take teachable moments and USE them. We danced to his music, we watched how he moved his whole body when he sang, Grace noted the piano in the song. We watched him play his trumpet in "When the Saints Go Marching In" and Grace asked about his dark skin. We talked about jazz and how music makes us feel deeper emotions.
With all the cuts going on regarding funding for schools, I would be a fool to place my daughter in the public education system. What will education be like without arts and music and physical education to supplement reading, writing and 'rithmetic? In my experience, the arts gave me a reason to read, write and count. They fill our spirits in ways that we cannot measure.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Job List
We decided to try some new things with the kids this week.
First, Grace has a Job List. She has about 15 things to check off every day, such as personal care, taking care of her room, picking up her stuff, helping with the kitchen, feeding the dogs, etc. We decided to start her on an allowance of $2.00/week if she accomplishes her tasks every day and she'll also get an extra reward--this week, she wants to see Hannah Montana at the movie theater. Additionally, "go to bed nicely" is on her list, and since we've started this, she's had NO problems! Looks like I'll have to pay up come Saturday.
As for AJ, we had a moment on monday when I tried to make him take a nap. He was quite upset with me and after about an hour of helping him sleep, I allowed him to get up, with the stipulation that he act like a big boy. No more whining, crying, or diapers. If he began acting like a baby, he would immediately take a nap like babies do. Ever since, he's used the potty and been much more mature. :) Change is in the air!
First, Grace has a Job List. She has about 15 things to check off every day, such as personal care, taking care of her room, picking up her stuff, helping with the kitchen, feeding the dogs, etc. We decided to start her on an allowance of $2.00/week if she accomplishes her tasks every day and she'll also get an extra reward--this week, she wants to see Hannah Montana at the movie theater. Additionally, "go to bed nicely" is on her list, and since we've started this, she's had NO problems! Looks like I'll have to pay up come Saturday.
As for AJ, we had a moment on monday when I tried to make him take a nap. He was quite upset with me and after about an hour of helping him sleep, I allowed him to get up, with the stipulation that he act like a big boy. No more whining, crying, or diapers. If he began acting like a baby, he would immediately take a nap like babies do. Ever since, he's used the potty and been much more mature. :) Change is in the air!
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Eating Out is fun.
But saving money and calories is MORE fun! Terry and I have always gone out to eat several times a week, not because I can't cook, but because we enjoy dining out, not having KP afterward, not needing to plan ahead, etc. And when you have kids, McDonald's is sooo easy to drive thru!
This week I determined that we would NOT eat out. At all. I spent a bit more than usual on groceries, but the savings on dining out made up quickly for that! I have a stocked freezer, and we've eaten well this week. I made bratwurst and cheddar in the crockpot; ham, broccoli, pepper and onion quiche; hot and spicy wings; and now tonight we are having planned-overs of more quiche! Tomorrow we're having beef sandwiches, cooked in the crockpot.
I went to Saving Dinner and ordered the summer crockpot mailer. It's a wonderful tool, including the grocery list for the week and 5 meals per week for 13 weeks in the slow cooker. There is a great variety and I've always loved Leeann's recipes. I go through the ads on Sunday, clipping coupons and determining what is the best sale. Then I look through the summer mailer and find recipes that use food I already have or that is on sale.
It feels so good to keep money in my pocket, rather than forking it over to McD's or Panera! The "little" fast food trips really add up over the course of a week. I have been drinking water instead of buying coffee at Dunkin Donuts and Panera, and having boiled eggs leftover from Easter made great breakfast with toast this week! Quick and cheap! And healthier!
One interesting thing I've noticed is that the dishwasher is filling up more with plates than cups now. It's always been the other way around! I guess that's a good way to tell at a glance if we're being responsible or not for the week!
And since we're not going out for meals, I'm home more. My home is the cleanest it's EVER been, and I'm so proud of it. I can invite people in without apologizing for the mess!
I'm loving this.
This week I determined that we would NOT eat out. At all. I spent a bit more than usual on groceries, but the savings on dining out made up quickly for that! I have a stocked freezer, and we've eaten well this week. I made bratwurst and cheddar in the crockpot; ham, broccoli, pepper and onion quiche; hot and spicy wings; and now tonight we are having planned-overs of more quiche! Tomorrow we're having beef sandwiches, cooked in the crockpot.
I went to Saving Dinner and ordered the summer crockpot mailer. It's a wonderful tool, including the grocery list for the week and 5 meals per week for 13 weeks in the slow cooker. There is a great variety and I've always loved Leeann's recipes. I go through the ads on Sunday, clipping coupons and determining what is the best sale. Then I look through the summer mailer and find recipes that use food I already have or that is on sale.
It feels so good to keep money in my pocket, rather than forking it over to McD's or Panera! The "little" fast food trips really add up over the course of a week. I have been drinking water instead of buying coffee at Dunkin Donuts and Panera, and having boiled eggs leftover from Easter made great breakfast with toast this week! Quick and cheap! And healthier!
One interesting thing I've noticed is that the dishwasher is filling up more with plates than cups now. It's always been the other way around! I guess that's a good way to tell at a glance if we're being responsible or not for the week!
And since we're not going out for meals, I'm home more. My home is the cleanest it's EVER been, and I'm so proud of it. I can invite people in without apologizing for the mess!
I'm loving this.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
It's Friday, but Sunday is coming.
I LOVE the drama behind these words. I heard someone read this who had a deep rumbly voice and it gave me goosebumps. I always think of this essay/poem around Easter time. I *think* it came from something repeated by Tony Campolo.
"It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter's denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.
It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, "Father, forgive them." It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don't know it, but Sunday's a coming.
And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday.
Now it's Sunday. And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn't the only thing that was shaking because now it's Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb. Yes, it's Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it's Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed.
It's Sunday, and the crucified/resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It's Sunday. And now everything has changed. It's the age of grace, God's grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it's Sunday.
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!"
"It's Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter's denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It's Friday; but Sunday's a coming.
It's Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, "Father, forgive them." It's Friday; but Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, "My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?" What a horrible cry. But Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. And at the moment of Jesus' death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday's coming.
It's Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that's because it's Friday, and they don't know it, but Sunday's a coming.
And on that horrible day 2000 years ago, Jesus the Christ, the Lord of glory, the only begotten Son of God, the only perfect man died on the cross of Calvary. Satan thought that he had won the victory. Surely he had destroyed the Son of God. Finally he had disproved the prophecy God had uttered in the Garden and the one who was to crush his head had been destroyed. But that was Friday.
Now it's Sunday. And just about dawn on that first day of the week, there was a great earthquake. But that wasn't the only thing that was shaking because now it's Sunday. And the angel of the Lord is coming down out of heaven and rolling the stone away from the door of the tomb. Yes, it's Sunday, and the angel of the Lord is sitting on that stone and the guards posted at the tomb to keep the body from disappearing were shaking in their boots because it's Sunday, and the lamb that was silent before the slaughter is now the resurrected lion from the tribe of Judah, for He is not here, the angel says. He is risen indeed.
It's Sunday, and the crucified/resurrected Christ has defeated death, hell, sin and the grave. It's Sunday. And now everything has changed. It's the age of grace, God's grace poured out on all who would look to that crucified lamb of Calvary. Grace freely given to all who would believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross of Calvary was buried and rose again. All because it's Sunday.
It's Friday! But Sunday's a Coming!"
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