Thursday, December 29, 2011
Paloma is a strong willed, stubborn little girl. It is her way or the highway.
Now that is good for many different reasons
1) I can't imagine any little boys trying to slip one past Paloma - she will never get taken advantage of. In fact, watch out, she may be the one taking advantage of you!
2) Paloma will most likely never be the victim of bullying by a group of little girls on the playground. She will tell them their behavior is wrong and then properly recite how the "Bible says to not bully." Did you know that the Bible says to "not leave little sisters behind." Yep, it does. She told me so.
3) Paloma will be the one to speak up in class and perhaps correct a teacher on mistaught information. In fact, she already tried to do this with her preschool teacher - last year when she was 3.
But, when you are her parents and she believes that you are wrong every time you open your mouth, it can get a bit annoying. And David's face clearly showed that Christmas Eve. Boy, do we love that little girl though.
As many of you may know, I'm not real good in the kitchen. That may be an understatement. For the first few years of my marriage, I didn't cook at all - except perhaps an occasional frozen pizza. But since Dave got his masters degree and took on the full time "worker" role, I took on full time "cook, cleaner, chauffeur, nurse, shopper, bill payer "(you get it right?) I actually kind of like cooking now and enjoy putting together meal plans for the week. I say that only if I get a free minute to myself of uninterrupted time by my children to search through cookbooks and online websites to do this kind of planning.
Well one of the websites I've fallen in love with is pinterest. I have tried to many recipes of there - desserts, dinner meals, beverages, appetizers. I decided to make "Grinch cookies" from a recipe I found on pinterest to take and share for Paloma's class party. Well, my family and I fell in love with them and I have made several batches since then.
So I thought I would pass along the recipe to you. Please let me know if you try and them and how you like them. They are amazing...
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
A very special thank you to all my friends who came out to join my family and I in celebrating the birth of Jesus. The girls and I decided this was the year to get all our friend together and throw a party. After all, my girls get a party to celebrate their birthday. Why shouldn't Jesus get the same?
The kids enjoyed a plethora of food, birthday cake, Christmas crafts, fellowship and then good old fashion play downstairs in the kid zone area. It was so great to mingle with friends and watch our children gather around and blow out the candles in honor of our Lord. I am so confident there were smiles in heaven that afternoon!
Monday, December 26, 2011
Our sweet little Paloma also had her night to shine. Her preschool class, once again, hosted friends and family to show off skills and talents. The kids sang songs, recited scripture, and even led the crowd in a round of 'Hokey Pokey.' I bet you are all jealous of me...
Congratulations Miss Paloma. You were beautiful and amazing.
We can't call it a night without a special picture with pappa.
It is sad to think this is the last Christmas performance that Paloma and her best friend Jessie will be performing in together. They will be parting ways next year as both girls head off to Kindergarten. I'm not sure Paloma has quite gotten a grasp on that concept yet. She is pretty attached to Miss Jessie.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Have you ever asked that question of your spouse? Silly as it may sound - the idea presented itself to me while Dave and I read through the 5 Love Languages Book back when we were dating. The point of the question is to tap into your spouse and find out if you are meeting THEIR needs. Not satisfying your own desires but filling their love tank in the way in which they feel loved. This book was amazing for us because we were able to learn that both Dave and I feel loved in totally different ways. And I realized I was trying to fill his love tank the way that I wanted mine filled. Kind of confusing but if you are intrigued - I encourage you to read the book. There is also a website you can access and take an online test to discover your personal love language.
Anyway, about a year or so ago, I decided to read the 5 Love Languages of Children in an attempt to learn what love language Mattea was speaking. Quickly I realized she is a quality time kind of girl. She loves spending one on one time with both Dave and I. It isn't that she doesn't like hanging out with her sister. I just happen to think that she is feeling deprived of that special time now that her days are spent at school. Because of this lack of quality time, I have seen behaviors emerge from Mattea that I had never experienced before. We were looking at some serious discipline problems. So I decided I would try and use the one week off of school that she had to really meet her needs and fill her emotional love tank.
We celebrated her school break at the salon with a wonderful pedicure. I was hoping this would satisfy that desire for one on one time and also boost her mood. Attending first grade has meant that she has had to make adjustments to her prior lifestyle - and she hasn't exactly been thrilled about it. Life ain't like it was in kindergarten baby! As the year progresses, things are improving but in those first few weeks, I would hear a lot of whining and complaining about how she no longer gets to play because we "make her go to school." Or sometimes I would hear, "I never even get to see you mom, I'm ALWAYS at school." My heart broke 2/3 of the time. My poor baby was missing me and the time we had together. The other 1/3 of the time I was annoyed and told her to "buck up, this is your new life. Get used to it." Yep, not the most compassionate mom.
So seeing and recognizing opportunities to meet and fill Mattea's love tank has been on my priority list. She is a much more pleasant child when her emotional needs are met. And who can blame her, so am I? I know when my love tank is filled and my emotional needs are met, I'm a much happier person. Funny how that works. So, the salon trip was a success. We both had fun and we both left with pretty toes. Now, to try and tackle the overwhelming task of interpreting Miss Paloma's love language. Wish me luck....
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Nobody really told me about the remarkable sacrifice that was made for me nor how incredibly special I was. They forgot to tell me that Jesus was my friend or perhaps how I need to call upon Him during times of trial.
It wasn't until high school that a friend of mine took me aside and explained the "big" picture to me. Aha! I felt like the light had been turned on. I was 16 at the time. I made a commitment at that time to live my life in a whole new way. I would live it for Christ. I would follow the 10 commandments, speak wholesome words, and deny all things bad for me. Yep, I was going to do it and I did - for about 6 months. Then the fleshly "fun" life I had had before seemed much more appealing. I started college and lived with a group of wonderful Christian girls that provided me with good examples but still I was having much more fun sinning day in and day out. Whether it was my thoughts, my words, or my actions, I was not representing Christ in a good way. Many knew I had made my commitment to Christ yet my lifestyle didn't reflect it.
Skip ahead a few years to a situation in which brought me to my knees. Not really wanting to elaborate on it now, I decided at that very moment, my life would change. It had to. I had no other choice. I could no longer continue on the path that I was currently walking. I once again surrendered my life to Christ and the rest is history.
Fast forward 17 years, there was a life changing event that happened in my life and that of my husband. At that moment it hit us - life is unpredictable. Life is short. Life is not promised tomorrow morning. We decided it was time to get our act together, set an example for our children, and become baptized as commanded by God. It was an amazing and life changing weekend for me and I know it hit Dave hard as well. Dave's testimony is a bit different than mine but simply his story to tell. I hope that one day he will become more open about it - but for now, this is my side of things. My children have inquired about baptism, bragged to their friends about it, and practiced baptizing their baby dolls in the bathtub. God is working miracles - and the work He started will continue. Oh happy day!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Do we tell with our body about the life we have spent?
The wrinkles on her face, the posture of her back.
The fingers softly bent, the joy in her laugh.
I'd seen other faces marked with a frown and scorn.
Their presence seemed quite harsh, their spirit very worn.
But in this woman was a beauty, despite the evidence of time.
Peace in her cloudy eyes and laughter behind her laugh lines.
She had a grace about her, though her body was now slow.
For she had learned the joy of being, and in her heart she knows.
She spent her life in celebration, choosing joy to be found
In whatever life gave her she stood on His solid ground.
Lord, may the markings on my body be like hers in some way
That I loved and laughed and gave and celebrated every single day.
Am I Messing Up My Kids?
Friday, September 30, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
She was so excited to be starting preschool this year. She missed her friends, she missed learning, and most of all she missed not being like her big sister. After watching Mattea head off to school each morning, Paloma wanted the very same thing.
Paloma picked out her entire outfit and even did her own hair that morning. My sweet baby is growing up - snuffle. But the independence is kind of nice (I will admit.)
Daddy was there for the big even on Sept 7th (which happened to also be our 9th wedding anniversary - Love you babe~)
She practically ran into her classroom to sit down begin her big day. She was gracious enough to pose for a couple of pictures and then it was time for me to leave - because she was obviously done with her dad and I. She has an amazing teacher and a godly staff who will watch over her and teach her God's word. We are grateful and look forward to another amazing year at the Children's Academy.
Love you Honey!!!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
And this is me in a nutshell - an overview - if you must - for all of my new readers. I'm sure I could sit here for another 2 hours coming up with descriptions of me and who I have evolved in over the years - but I won't bore you with all those DETAILS. I'll let you read through my blog and fill in the blanks.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Well, the day has come. My little Mattea grew up before my eyes (I promise, I only blinked for a minute) and on August 18th, we found ourselves getting her ready for the first day of 1st grade. We are blessed enough to have gotten her into a private Christian school and although I felt confident she was going to be in a safe and loving environment, I was beyond nervous about dropping her off in the care of others for more hours in a day than I would be with her.
She was more than excited to go, but of course as her mother, I was not. Selfish huh? Well, as much as I tried to deny it, the day had arrived. Mattea and I had done some school shopping, got a new haircut, received a manicure/pedicure, and packed a lunch and so at approximately 8 am on that Thursday morning, the entire family walked Miss Mattea into school. Because she had not gone to school there for Kindergarten, she didn't know a single soul but was warmly welcomed by a very loving and affectionate teacher - whom Matty took to right away.
Mattea found her desk and began unpacking her "goods." Of course her sister wasn't that far behind, intrigued at everything that was happening. All the children and their parents seemed so nice - making sure to include introductions early. I do hope to get to know some of these great ladies better as the school year progresses.
And as the 1st week came to a close, we had feelings of happiness, frustration, exhaustion, and overwhelmingness. Not just from Mattea - but from me as well. It has definitely been an adjustment sending one child off to school all day. Although I was nervous about it at first, I will totally admit that I'm having a blast hanging out with Paloma 1 on 1. She is such a fun and zany little girl - I have a lot to learn from her. So here is a toast to the new school year. May God use my little girl to how He sees fit and may I remain standing by the time the year is complete.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
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The Sweet Smell of PineSol™
22 Apr 2011
“Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.’” Matthew 19:14 (NIV)
I admit it. I’m the world’s worst when it comes to preserving photos. I have boxes of photos stacked in various cubbyholes. I tried to organize the pictures once. I divided them and placed them in large envelopes. My next step was to put them in albums. They are still in the envelopes — stacked in a box.
My children Melissa, Ryan, and Leslie are now in their 20′s and newly married. The chances of me ever getting these precious memories organized are slim to none, but I’m realizing something powerful. Memories aren’t limited to pictures.
Remember when, Mom? is a common phrase in my house now. We have become the hub, a privilege once reserved for my husband’s parents. At holidays and special weekends, they drive up and unload luggage and pile into the guest rooms. We laugh and reminisce a lot around the table. Remember when we went on treasure hunts in the pasture? Remember when you jumped on the bed and popped Ryan up in the air so high it scared you? Remember that yellow Slip-n-Slide™?
I do remember. But I also remember a young mom with three little ones who worried that her house wasn’t spotless when an unexpected guest showed up. I remember the angst of trying to do everything and the fatigue when my day ended before my chores did.
I also remember days that I threw caution to the wind and jumped on the bed, even though it might make others frown. I grabbed a shovel and gave the kids plastic buckets and we looked for old bottles and trinkets at the abandoned homestead nearby. We mixed dishwashing liquid and water and I laughed out loud as the kids flew like greased lightening across the yellow slippery slide.
Some of those memories were captured in that pre-digital age, but most were not. However, they are etched on the heart of my young adult children.
What they don’t reminisce about is the sweet, sweet smell of PineSol™. Whether my house was perfect or how it compared to others’ is not even on their radar.
Why did I worry so?
Is it good to have order and structure? Sure. But don’t allow the pressure to be the perfect mom keep you from the simplicity of playing with your children. The unmade bed will still be there when you are through, but I promise that a child will grow quickly.
Take a moment today and look past the clutter and the to-do list and be a child again. It might not be a picture-perfect moment, but it will be a memory.
Dear Lord, time passes so fast. Slow me down. Let me enjoy the smallest pleasures. Let me play with my child instead of only knocking down a to-do list. Let me laugh with my teen instead of fussing at him. Thank You for sweet memories, Amen.