Friday, January 30, 2009
Somewhere in this world there are children who go to bed hungry. Not because food is non existent, but because the parents just don't care. They don't wear winter coats, they have no warm snow boots, and a nice dresser full of lovingly folded clothing is something they have never seen.
They long for attention, for love. But they don't know it. Because they don't have it, and never have. It would be a long stretch to even say their basic needs are being met- because I consider food and coats a basic need. Not to mention basic love. After all, that's free, you just have to want to give it.
Somewhere in the world, that makes you think other countries. But really it's right here in our city. We've all met these children, at one time or another. Sometimes we 'judge' them. But they can't help it, they are left to raise themselves. How would they learn anything different, anything proper, anything better. The only examples they have are from people who pay them no attention.
I have a friend who is starting a ministry on February 9th. She's calling it Destiny's Place. She picked that name because she feels that all children should learn about God's Destiny for their life- I think that's beautiful. Completely free to the families, these children can come after school to her church and get help with their homework, two 'snacks' (one is actually a meal before they go home- because most of them won't be offered dinner at their houses), and a faith filled program to teach them of our Lord. That faith might just be the only thing these poor little children have to hold onto most days. I praise God for leading this lady to this ministry.
She is giving of herself to make something different for these children. I find that to be inspiring. Will she change the entire world? No. But for a few children, she will be making a world of difference. Please just lift her and this ministry in prayer- it is weighing on her trying to find money to fund the program and time to make it happen and she could use a prayer today.
And pray for the children. And my children. Because if we don't leave this house soon, I'm going to hurt them. But mine have coats and dressers of clothes, so I think thats okay : )
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
And their 'new snowblower toy' fathers.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Allyson's first basketball game was today. We've begun playing with an Upwards program out here, and so far I LOVE IT. It not only teaches the kids about the sport and sportsmanship, but also includes a spiritual lesson. The coach we have been blessed with is gentle and kind, and Allyson is loving it.
Today's first game involved a lot of reminding the girls what goal they are to shoot at, as well as which direction they should run and when. Even though it was almost comical, I of course cried a bit. Just for a moment. It's hard to believe that was my little girl out there. I get that she is not pro ball or anything, it's just amazing that she is old enough to do this kind of stuff.
Ally scored a goal, and Dan was quick to correct me, she actually, apparently, scored a basket. Whatever. She did it. She got out there, embarrassed and confused and ran her legs off for 30 of the 60 minutes. And I am a proud momma.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Last night was the night- we went out for a wonderful dinner.
Here is the recap:
Car Ride: Allyson begins crying - her stomach hurts.
Parking Lot: RUN with Emily to restroom to avoid pants peeage.
Restroom: 8 minutes explaining what all the fancy bottles of lotions and sprays are for ( I love upscale bathrooms!)
Hostess Stand: Husband and Sam still waiting for us to tell them we arrived (I assumed they would be seated with drinks by now)
Table: Ah- the battle over whose crayson are whose, and who will sit with who, and whose coat is in whose way- but finally everyone became situated and happy.
Drinks- pre dinner order: Explanation to Sam why he can NOT have iced tea for dinner. He orders iced tea again only directly with the waiter this time. Explanation with waiter why even unsweetened iced tea would not be a good idea for my 3 year old. Order shirley temples all around. Sam spills said shirley temple, I wipe and blot. "Waiter, can I trouble you for another napkin?"
Salad: Entire discussion over when the kids dinners will be here and why they brought 'ours' first. (obviously my kids could eat salad, if they would, but they won't)
Appetizers & entrees: Cut cut cut, plate plate plate, chop chop chop. Clean up Sam's spaghetti masacre that is all over the table and booth. "Waiter- can I have yet another napkin?"
Entrees: mad dash run back to the bathroom, with all three because we travel in a pack, so that Emily and Allyson can use the potty. Clean up the entire drawer of stuff from the table sam accidentally pulled out. Explain the sprays again. Parade back through the restaurant to our table.
Back at table: waiter asks if he can box up our leftovers. I rip his head off and stuff it in his doggie bag and explain I have YET TO EAT.
Entrees: still- Allyson accidentally spills her drink, I crawl around on the floor picking up ice and blotting, rubbing, wiping. "Dude- bring me another napkin! You heard me right- another napkin"
20 minutes of waiting, waiting, waiting: Our server who rocked the first part of our meal is now missing in action. Wait wait wait.
Finally returns: we beg for drinks, to go containers, another napkin (I hear ya) and the kids cookies.
Dessert: the best most wonderful, rock this world lemon cookies arrive. A plate for all of us. My iced tea is full, my cookies are awesome, and I am finally forgiving the server.
Restroom, again: Sam poops his pants. Back to the potty we go.
Car: ahhhhhh, finally back in the car. Tummies full of wonderful italian food, a huge bag of leftovers- enough for at least 2 more meals- happy kids full of cookies- and a gas light that has come on in the van (and a husband willing to pump it).
There is no relaxing dinner as a mom. Dinner is more relaxing at home, than out. At least there I don't have to hop up and down for the restroom breaks. But I also have to cook it. And serve it. And clean it up. And wipe it off every surface in our home because my children eat like wolves.
I've become accustomed to cold food, wet pants from spilled drinks and NOT drinking soda with a meal for fear the kids will want one too.
But someday- ooooohhhhhh, someday they will all be older, and I'm going to only cut up my food, and it's going to be eaten while hot. Or at least warm.
At least I didn't have to cook dinner last night, which was awesome! I just wonder why I am not thinner- it's a work out to get everyone through dinner and I only get to eat a bite or two in between 'needs'. What's up with that?
Thursday, January 22, 2009
(Salty- the train on the right- has been missing for quite a while. He is Sam's best friend, and we missed him terribly. Tears were shed more than once for this trusty piece of wood with wheels. But he turned up in the church nursery, and the reunion was pretty cool to see. Sam hugged him and told him how much he'd missed him. It warmed my heart, just so sweet and funny at the same time. Of all the things in the world, he selected Salty the grumpy train to be his favorite. And my favorite thing is Dan, his grumpy father : )
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
So- normal people would wonder why no one else was snarfing up these gems for 1/2 off their clearance price- making shirts (which for those of you who don't know, plus size clothes are expensive and hard to find on sale let alone clearance) like $3 and $5 each.
That my home would not look like a tornado just came through despositing shoes, bendaroos and various play items everywhere.
That my dishwasher could unload itself.
That laundry, if only for a brief moment, could be all washed folded and neatly put away.
That all toys in our home could be in their designated spots- all with their associated pieces neatly organized with them.
That my kitchen cabinets are functional and tidy.
That my banister railing could be finished, stained and sanded.
That my gutters were leafless and non over flowing with frozen water.
That my children could play together- without screaming.
That my excess weight would just begin to melt off of my sexy mom body that is buried within.
That, if only for a brief moment, 'everything' was done and I literally had 'nothing' to do.
That dinner could spontaneously produce itself on my kitchen table.
That my lottery numbers could be called.
That the mail could run on Martin Luther King Jr. Day- only because I managed to drag myself out of the car in the cold to go to the post office.
No earth shattering dreams here people, just my selfish ones. Probably why there won't ever be a Mynde day, huh?
Friday, January 16, 2009
Here are our five little bowling feet (sorry Ronda- I stole this idea from you). This is the first time all five of our sets of feet have been in bowling shoes. Sam's were so small, and cute.
Dan and I had decided to try for another child a year or so before we conceived her. I was hoping to get pregnant prior to moving- so that I could get a 'free pass' from painting, carrying boxes and moving furniture. But no such luck.
Fortunately- I was super busy with the Allyson, the air show, and our move to our current home which needed alot of 'love' (aka- paint, drywall, flooring, cleaning, and on and on and on). I didn't focus on the fact that my womb was empty- I had given that to God and we were just waiting.
Like 15 seconds after we moved into our home, I was pregnant with Emily. Everything slid into place- our new home was perfect, and felt so right to be there- and now a new baby was coming.
Needless to say, the year flew by. I was 5 months pregnant during the air show that year, and I remember I could only think about walking tacos. Riding on the golf cart made me vomit (sorry- but it's true) so I either drove like a snail or just walked. And then, I blinked, and it was January 16 and I was at the hospital having my Emily.
My Emily. She is growing so very quickly, it makes me gasp. She is my snuggler, my book reader, my child who is always up for some time with me- no matter what it is I am doing. In the picture I posted, she is wrapped up in what was her baby blanket. She loves it, it will always be her blanket. She refused to pass it to 'the baby' Sam when he was born.
Today it is like 49 degrees below zero, and although the furnace is running NON STOP it is a bit chilly in here. School was cancelled, our lunch play date with preschool friends is cancelled, and if it doesn't warm up a bit- I'm sure Dan is going to cancel our duck pin bowling date tonight. Whatever, either way we have a birthday girl, birthday presents, and a big bad strawberry birthday cake. With five (gasp) candles.
Be still my heart.
Happy Birthday my sweet Emily.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Nope- doesn't appear to be. Here is the rundown folks. (I could have pitched and thrown prior to this, but I didn't. Here is what was lurking inside:
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
I have nothing important to report. Just another week. As I type this, Dan is outside with the snowblower, I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of allyson's bus with one of her girlfriends who is coming to play, and sam and emi are in the hospital. Not the real hospital, the pretend one in her room. Otherwise, I would be at the hospital. Community North, of course, because they have a Starbucks. Which means they offer better care, right?
Emily will turn 5 in just 2 short days. Poor middle kid, I have nothing fantastic planned. I have put together a family dinner though, so all I have to do is plan, shop and cook for that. I will need to make a cake. Ahhhh, a cake. She can't nail down what she wants though, so for now I just wait for her to decide. Hope it's not a 'light mcqueen' catastrophe again.
Allyson is going to be a bag lady when she grows up. Yesterday I unloaded various lipglosses, rubber dinosaurs, video games and a multitude of other 'treasures' from 3 bags and put it all away. It drives me nuts. She packs around a bag everywhere we go.
And Sam is nude. With the exception of a pull up. Why on earth is he not freezing to death? Oh- and goodie. He just presented himself with poop coming out of his pants onto his legs. Now he is playing in the tub- yuck. He ate 3 1/2 cup containers of mandarin oranges for lunch yesterday. Nothing else, just oranges. Hence the runny poop. Because I am a 'good' mother, I allowed him to just eat that, knowing there would be a price to pay. Oh well, it was bath day anyway.
I woke up at 5:30 this morning unable to go back to sleep. Although I appreciated the 2 hours to myself prior to child awakenage, it is making for one super tired mamma.
I have pictures. Still trapped on my new fangled camera. Surely someday I will be able to get them off of there.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
She (again, Ronda) mentioned a mini- mini. I was thinking 'Heck yeah, a mini mini- what 2 miles with a rest stop 1/2 way?' She meant 'the full mini- just in a different spot of town mini'. Ackkkk.
No one else thinks it's a big deal, so I was all 'pushhht- 13 miles. I'm in'. Eeee gad.
Then there was a training calendar circulated, it says we should start training on Jan 12. Since I am such a fine specimin of health and fitness, I decided to wait to start until then.
Now my foot is all 'ouch'. It is getting better, so for now I am still planning to begin my training. Sometime.
What in the heck am I thinking? I guess, in the Fall, I was thinking "this will motivate me to get all skinny and hot". Now that it's Winter and the mini- mini bean field tour is coming rapidly, and I am soooo not skinny and hot, I gasp at the thought.
If I can walk a 25 minute mile- which I can in the air conditioned gym on a treadmill (with restroom facilities should I decide to take a pee), then it will take me a mere 5 hours and 42 minutes to walk this death trap. If I can maintain that fast pace the whole time (which I doubt).
My friends will laugh, their husbands will laugh, my children will laugh. I will cry.
What on earth will motivate me to get off my sorry behind and do something about this? I eat a lot of bread, sometimes for meals with nothing else, I adore sweets, which I try not to bring into the house, but for crying out loud- I eat the yogurt with the enzymes. You know- the miracle stuff that regulates digestion and all other bodily functions. What's up with that?
I'm going to do this. I am.
But it will not be 'fun'. I know it won't. They are liars, my friends. They also probably think it will be fun to rip out our toenails afterwards, and then shave our legs with a lawn mower. I digress. This is my choice to participate. I know that. I will try (really hard) not to whine too much.
I plan to bring the snacks. Whiskey and pretzels.
Monday, January 12, 2009
On another note- my efforts to break my foot Friday evening were rewardless. Apparently, I just tore a tendon or ligament or some other stretchy thing that we have in our feet. So it seems that daily I am able to walk a bit more, and for a bit longer, before the pain makes me want to knaw my hands off. Hope none of the kids got my grace.
By the way- Target is clearancing everything- whoo hoo! Gotta love January. Later this week I will share some pictures from miss emi's trip to libby lu. For now, I'm going to go milk this sore foot to it's fullest and curl up on the bed for a bit.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
21Then Peter came to Jesus and asked, "Lord, how many times shall I forgive my brother when he sins against me? Up to seven times?"
22Jesus answered, "I tell you, not seven times, but seventy-seven times."
There is more. A story of a man who receives forgiveness but will not give it. But my focus this morning is on what Jesus reminds us. Forgive. Yourselves and each other.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
And on another count of 'noffin', I bring to you headlice. I don't actually bring them to you, because I don't have them. But just the mention of them makes me itch like crazy. I check the children 84 times a day. Interestingly enough, I have NO idea what I am looking for, but I check and check and check. Kids in allyson's class have them, and I am just hoping beyond hope that we don't manage to get them. I will die. Die die die. I simply can't do it. We'd have to buy all new stuff- carpet, pillows, sheets, blankets, stuffed animals, toothbrushes, toilet wands- all new. And we'd have to move. Not to mention I would sure miss Allyson, when I sold her and her headlice to the gypsies.
You're itching now, aren't you. See.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Who knows what pictures this year will hold. Pretty exciting stuff- 3 is a really cool age.
And now, apparently because I crave stress and pain, we are off to my doctors appointment. With any luck at all, we will not be stuffed into that little room forever. And then, probably dinner at Chuck E Cheese. Which I actually am kind of looking forward to- Sam will be so excited!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Really, they are the same worms, just left over from last years resolutions, and the year before, and so on.
So, being the overachiever that I am, here are my resolutions for 2009:
1. Potty train Sam (being as he is turning 3 tomorrow, I figure this one is a slam dunk- sometime this year he will become potty trained)
2. Don't loose weight. Nope- not a pound. (reverse psychology anyone?)
3. Keep a tidier home (whatever- I don't really plan to do this, but feel I should at least pretend that I'm going to)
4. Be more on top of 'things' (aka- no more midnight runs to the grocery when suddenly realizing tomorrow is snack bucket day)
5. Dedicate my year to the Lord. This is tricky, as I find myself becoming confused by what I think the Lord wants me to do, what 'that little voice' in my head is telling me to do, and what the world expects me to do. I'm giving it to him, and although I'm sure I will stumble and fall (probably more than once) I want Him to use me to do His work. I just hope it doesn't involve a lot of cleaning : )
Sunday, January 4, 2009
So I did the only thing I knew to do, I called Rebecca- whom I will from now on refer to as "The Princess of Cakery".
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Cracks me up- as parents Dan and I (and my mom I might add) spent most of the morning with screw drivers and scissors in hand trying to remove these toys from their 'super sonic' packaging. Toys, that I might add, seem to break into pieces when you breath on them- but the packaging will last for years to come!
Here is Allyson who just spotted a bike on the deck with her name on it. Her knees were banging her handle bars, so needless to say this was a well welcomed addition!