I'm sitting in a quiet kitchen listening to the sound of our dryer (such a lovely noise I think) and trying to relish in the peace and quiet if only for a few brief minutes. This is my time to go to counseling so I invite you in my crazy head for awhile, please find a comfy chair and don't laugh to hard at me!
My daughter, oh my precious sweet little sister girl, turned two yesterday. The day came and went without much ado b/c you know she is two and doesn't quite know that we snuffed her actual birthDAY but we do plan on having a small party this Sunday. But...my point in bringing all that up is that in the latest adventures of Sister Girl (I swear I'm going to write a book about her ya'll!) she is now an escape artist. It wasn't enough that she was a streaker or a pooper hider or even a runner but now she has reached a new level of difficult. Of course she is so sorry when she is tackled (or found) and smiles so dainty at you that it is hard to break the trance and remember what just happened in order to beat her good and hard (just kidding!!!!).
She has only done it three times but with the amount of color I have to put on my hair anyway to hide the gray I think running away more then once is sufficient! The first time I just stepped into the other side of the house (you know all ten feet away from the OTHER side of the house) while my husband was with her and the other two. When I walked back in the kitchen I thought it was awfully quiet and quickly asked where tooty was? We all started looking and calling when there was a knock at the door. You know when you are looking for a lost child and you hear a knock at the door it is not good! Sure enough it was my neighbor across the street (who is always outside in her front lawn) holding the little thang! I kept my cool and immediately started explaining how we were in the process of looking for her, honestly! (so she didn't think we had been watching t.v. you know and enjoying the peace and quiet for a little while) She had found Elizabeth in our driveway making her way down to the street! Oh and trust me I keep the doors locked. She knows how to unlock them!
The other two times happened almost within 30 minutes (I know what you are thinking) at McDonalds of all places. Now I could have had DCS called on me but everyone at McDonalds is a little suspicious looking aren't they? A friend was watching her (with her other three kids) and within looking up and down and back up she was gone. Another woman found Elizabeth outside on the sidewalk!!!!! Ya'll!!!!! I was standing in line getting the birthday girl an ice cream cone the whole time. And of all people the woman who found her was a friend from church!!!! Ya'll know they are going to be calling me down to the alter this Sunday!
After that when it was time to go the little escape artist got her shoes on and before I could grab her took off running through the playground and pushed the door open to the outside and ran into the parking lot. I was screaming running behind her with my friend's nine year old son in front of me running. He tackled her right as she was in the parking lot! I was so shaken up I had to leave without saying much to anyone!
And would you believe that in the van I'm calling Nate to tell him about all this and Elizabeth wants to talk (as she always does - you know this if you call me on a regular basis) and when she gets the phone she says so very clearly, "Daddy, I run outside into street!" I'm not kidding you! She is proud of herself I think.
So, I have on my checklist today to go buy another box of blonde to cover up the fifty thousand gray hairs she gave me this week and a rope and tether to somehow permanently secure to that child's body! And please if anyone sees a cute little girl running free down the highway yelling "Lizzy run away from mommy!!" laughing the whole time would you mind grabbing her and returning her to my house? Thanks!
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 25, 2010
Are you a bow head mom?
I wanted a girl when I got pregnant (okay, okay...before I got pregnant...okay, yes, I admit I even borrowed a book all about how to have a girl...and yes, I prayed for a girl...(how shallow is that?) don't act like you didn't have a preference if you have more then one child now!)
I dreamed of dressing her up and pretending to put blush on her cheeks while I painted my face each morning. Oh and painting her nails (although I did paint the boys nails until Nate fussed at me)and buying the shoes (well borrowing...) to match all the outfits. But the hair. Now I just didn't think it would be such a big deal.
Having two boys I got to sit back in judgement of all those girl moms I was around and make fun of their little girl's bow heads. I just didn't get it. All the trouble they went through to fix the one year old's hair and stick that bow on with petroleum jelly then re-fix it and then re-fix it again. And when those moms came to get their pretty little girls from my Sunday School class or preschool class and fussed at me for losing their bows (you know how much that bow cost?) I scoffed! I even had one mom go out on the playground and search for her daughter's bow after church!
Now I got what I wanted. I have a girl and finally after two years I have a girl with hair...and a basket full of bows that have been given to me. What to do?
I tried the smaller ones. The less conspicuous ones. She was cute enough. But when I put a big one in, oh my, the reaction from these Southern women around me, "OH MY GOODNESS. She is just the cutest thing with that bow in her hair!" The bow did it for her.
But if you have read any posts about sister girl you will know that my sweet little angel of a daughter does not like things in her hair (or on her body - diaper included). So, I fruitlessly spend about 5 minutes wetting, brushing and fixing her hair into cute little pony tails with bows, etc. Then we get in the van...and drive all of 10 minutes..and you know what I see in the rear view mirror don't you?
She looks like a crazy child with hair going everywhere and she is CHEWING on the bows and pony tail holders and barrettes or she has thrown them clear across the van so I can't find them!
But you need to know something about me as well. I don't give up. (or rather should I say, I'm going to get what I want!) And so I rush and throw her hair up into a semi-pony tail and stick that bow back in after crawling all over the van to find it or fishing it out of her mouth and then throw her over my hip and run inside to show her off before she can de-bow herself again.
I know! I'm one of those moms now! I made fun of them and now I'm giving material for others to make fun of me but I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!!
But the big bow or the not big bow...that is my other point.
So, I've not been a real big bow kind of person. I was a ribbon girl mind you in Jr. High and High School (I was a cheerleader - come on - it's part of the job!) I truly think they are obnoxious and I just can't help that I was raised to laugh at big bow girls. Plus they do look a little silly when the bow weighs down the child's head don't they? Come on?
In preschool when I taught Creative Movement we would have these girls come in and they were so worried about their bows on their heads they wouldn't do flips on the floor unless I took their bows and put them in my hair until they were done having fun...then I would give their pretty little hair pieces back to them so they were once again complete for momma to see upon arrival.
I was shopping at a bow vendor at our school's fall festival this past Friday and checking out her huge selection of bows. So many colors and sizes and patterns I felt a little dizzy. But then a true talking Southern Woman came up beside me and said (imagine this in your best drawn out accent) "Ohhhhh...theeeese boooows RRRR just tooooo cuuuute. And theyyyyy RRRRR soooooo cheeeeeap." I asked her if she thought 'this one' was too big? She looked at me and smiled (knowing she was talking to an ignorant bow momma) and replied "Theeeeee biiiiiiigerrrrr the beeeeterrrr giiiirrrrrrl! Youuuu seeeeee thiiiiis smallllll booooow heeeere. (picking up a nice conservative size bow) I uuuuused to puuuut thaaaaat booooow ooooon myyyyyy baaaaaabyyyyyy's heeeeead"." We laughed and I bought two of the big bows feeling proud of myself.
Of course I have spent more time worrying over where that stupid bow is when Elizabeth tears it out of her hair and throws it somewhere b/c I spent all of $3.00 on the dumb thing.
But YALLLLLLL...SHEEEEE LOOOOOKS SOOOOOO CUUUUUTE INNNNN IIIIIIT! =)
I dreamed of dressing her up and pretending to put blush on her cheeks while I painted my face each morning. Oh and painting her nails (although I did paint the boys nails until Nate fussed at me)and buying the shoes (well borrowing...) to match all the outfits. But the hair. Now I just didn't think it would be such a big deal.
Having two boys I got to sit back in judgement of all those girl moms I was around and make fun of their little girl's bow heads. I just didn't get it. All the trouble they went through to fix the one year old's hair and stick that bow on with petroleum jelly then re-fix it and then re-fix it again. And when those moms came to get their pretty little girls from my Sunday School class or preschool class and fussed at me for losing their bows (you know how much that bow cost?) I scoffed! I even had one mom go out on the playground and search for her daughter's bow after church!
Now I got what I wanted. I have a girl and finally after two years I have a girl with hair...and a basket full of bows that have been given to me. What to do?
I tried the smaller ones. The less conspicuous ones. She was cute enough. But when I put a big one in, oh my, the reaction from these Southern women around me, "OH MY GOODNESS. She is just the cutest thing with that bow in her hair!" The bow did it for her.
But if you have read any posts about sister girl you will know that my sweet little angel of a daughter does not like things in her hair (or on her body - diaper included). So, I fruitlessly spend about 5 minutes wetting, brushing and fixing her hair into cute little pony tails with bows, etc. Then we get in the van...and drive all of 10 minutes..and you know what I see in the rear view mirror don't you?
She looks like a crazy child with hair going everywhere and she is CHEWING on the bows and pony tail holders and barrettes or she has thrown them clear across the van so I can't find them!
But you need to know something about me as well. I don't give up. (or rather should I say, I'm going to get what I want!) And so I rush and throw her hair up into a semi-pony tail and stick that bow back in after crawling all over the van to find it or fishing it out of her mouth and then throw her over my hip and run inside to show her off before she can de-bow herself again.
I know! I'm one of those moms now! I made fun of them and now I'm giving material for others to make fun of me but I JUST CAN'T HELP MYSELF!!!!
But the big bow or the not big bow...that is my other point.
So, I've not been a real big bow kind of person. I was a ribbon girl mind you in Jr. High and High School (I was a cheerleader - come on - it's part of the job!) I truly think they are obnoxious and I just can't help that I was raised to laugh at big bow girls. Plus they do look a little silly when the bow weighs down the child's head don't they? Come on?
In preschool when I taught Creative Movement we would have these girls come in and they were so worried about their bows on their heads they wouldn't do flips on the floor unless I took their bows and put them in my hair until they were done having fun...then I would give their pretty little hair pieces back to them so they were once again complete for momma to see upon arrival.
I was shopping at a bow vendor at our school's fall festival this past Friday and checking out her huge selection of bows. So many colors and sizes and patterns I felt a little dizzy. But then a true talking Southern Woman came up beside me and said (imagine this in your best drawn out accent) "Ohhhhh...theeeese boooows RRRR just tooooo cuuuute. And theyyyyy RRRRR soooooo cheeeeeap." I asked her if she thought 'this one' was too big? She looked at me and smiled (knowing she was talking to an ignorant bow momma) and replied "Theeeeee biiiiiiigerrrrr the beeeeterrrr giiiirrrrrrl! Youuuu seeeeee thiiiiis smallllll booooow heeeere. (picking up a nice conservative size bow) I uuuuused to puuuut thaaaaat booooow ooooon myyyyyy baaaaaabyyyyyy's heeeeead"." We laughed and I bought two of the big bows feeling proud of myself.
Of course I have spent more time worrying over where that stupid bow is when Elizabeth tears it out of her hair and throws it somewhere b/c I spent all of $3.00 on the dumb thing.
But YALLLLLLL...SHEEEEE LOOOOOKS SOOOOOO CUUUUUTE INNNNN IIIIIIT! =)
Oct 17, 2010
It's been awhile since you've seen my kids...
No matter where we are...she has to keep up with her big brothers in action!
Nothing sweeter in life then watching Nate with sister girl at his side!
"The Leash Day" - I borrowed a friend's toddler leash when I took the kids to a pumpkin farm on a Saturday without Nate. I got a lot of looks and some smiles but it changed my life forever! "The Leash" and sister girl will be becoming great friends I forsee!
She is just in love with life...that is all I can say.
Nate's baby sister had her first child. Once again Nate was 'at home' rocking a little one (his favorite thing to do in life).
My three welcome their newest cousin, Ayden James, to the group!
Ian officially joined Cub Scouts as a Tiger Cub. He was just so darned excited about wearing that uniform (thanks Nana for sewing on the badges that this inept mom couldn't seem to do). I love that Ian could care less if he looks cool (look at the hat) but Eli is trying so hard to keep it together in the uniform.
What have I been up to lately?
My life the past few weeks has been a whirlwind of craziness...
I have once again held my baby girl in my arms while she quit breathing and lips turned blue as I ran across the quite blackness in our neighborhood to my neighbor yelling for him to do something. She was having a seizure due to a spiking fever that we didn't realize was getting too high too fast. It was over before I even explained it all to the 911 operator but still we spent most of the night in the ER trying to figure out what caused the fever. A frustrating night to relive with sister girl; but all ended well within 24 hours and she was back up running around fever free. We were then full of information about what to do if she had a seizure again, which may or may not ever happen again...but still not what a parent wants to be learning about two years after watching her baby undergo emergency heart surgery!
Fall break came and went with Eli getting strep throat at the start of their vacation. We stayed at home most of the days and laid low, waiting for the others to get it but thankfully they did not. I did realize that my nine year old son now has stinky body odor and had his first pimple, which I begged him to let me pop but instead I was able to show him how to squeeze it himself. So, I guess I need to add deodorant and clearasil to my shopping list!
Ian began piano lessons after waiting a whole year (the teacher we wanted insisted he be 7 before she taught him and he actually held onto his desire to play the whole year). He seems to have a natural talent for music which is interesting to watch blossom now. Ian is not my competitive sports child but rather a very independent curious/creative type so I think this may just be his niche in life! Of course it might help if we owned a piano, don't tell his piano teacher, but we are letting him practice right now on his $10 toy keyboard and he is doing just fine! I'm just saying...
We finally finished soccer this past Saturday. I am so happy that both boys played hard and ended with positive feelings towards the sport. Eli is still timid in the game but actually a very agile and quick player which has it's good points. Ian - well we were proud when he paid attention and actually tried to chase after the ball and make contact with it - and I didn't lose Elizabeth once the whole season but I did lose 5 pounds from chasing her!
I have officially had a professional stager come to my house and move furniture around and tell me a list of things to do. I cried when she left, made a list, crossed some things off once I came to my senses and now am working my way down a revised list. Hopefully after redoing our bathroom floor and putting up a few new lights oh, and painting one bathroom (why didn't anyone tell me that was the most horrific color to paint a bathroom anyway?) we will be ready to put out a sign! I'm getting excited...but more importantly Nate is getting excited which I never expected. But for goodness sakes...I have almost made myself loony the past two weeks repainting all the base boards, filling in every nail hole, packing nick-nacks, and going through 4 magic erasers (I love those things!) so this house had better sell or I might check into a crazy home!
And more and more and more...but who doesn't have a crazy life right? Just wanted to let everyone know (all three people who read this) that I'm still alive but still crazy!
I have once again held my baby girl in my arms while she quit breathing and lips turned blue as I ran across the quite blackness in our neighborhood to my neighbor yelling for him to do something. She was having a seizure due to a spiking fever that we didn't realize was getting too high too fast. It was over before I even explained it all to the 911 operator but still we spent most of the night in the ER trying to figure out what caused the fever. A frustrating night to relive with sister girl; but all ended well within 24 hours and she was back up running around fever free. We were then full of information about what to do if she had a seizure again, which may or may not ever happen again...but still not what a parent wants to be learning about two years after watching her baby undergo emergency heart surgery!
Fall break came and went with Eli getting strep throat at the start of their vacation. We stayed at home most of the days and laid low, waiting for the others to get it but thankfully they did not. I did realize that my nine year old son now has stinky body odor and had his first pimple, which I begged him to let me pop but instead I was able to show him how to squeeze it himself. So, I guess I need to add deodorant and clearasil to my shopping list!
Ian began piano lessons after waiting a whole year (the teacher we wanted insisted he be 7 before she taught him and he actually held onto his desire to play the whole year). He seems to have a natural talent for music which is interesting to watch blossom now. Ian is not my competitive sports child but rather a very independent curious/creative type so I think this may just be his niche in life! Of course it might help if we owned a piano, don't tell his piano teacher, but we are letting him practice right now on his $10 toy keyboard and he is doing just fine! I'm just saying...
We finally finished soccer this past Saturday. I am so happy that both boys played hard and ended with positive feelings towards the sport. Eli is still timid in the game but actually a very agile and quick player which has it's good points. Ian - well we were proud when he paid attention and actually tried to chase after the ball and make contact with it - and I didn't lose Elizabeth once the whole season but I did lose 5 pounds from chasing her!
I have officially had a professional stager come to my house and move furniture around and tell me a list of things to do. I cried when she left, made a list, crossed some things off once I came to my senses and now am working my way down a revised list. Hopefully after redoing our bathroom floor and putting up a few new lights oh, and painting one bathroom (why didn't anyone tell me that was the most horrific color to paint a bathroom anyway?) we will be ready to put out a sign! I'm getting excited...but more importantly Nate is getting excited which I never expected. But for goodness sakes...I have almost made myself loony the past two weeks repainting all the base boards, filling in every nail hole, packing nick-nacks, and going through 4 magic erasers (I love those things!) so this house had better sell or I might check into a crazy home!
And more and more and more...but who doesn't have a crazy life right? Just wanted to let everyone know (all three people who read this) that I'm still alive but still crazy!
Sep 24, 2010
As I enter the world of staging...
Well I'm about to enter a new world...a world of staging!
Long (many years) story short I finally talked my very conservative husband to put our house on the market and "just see if anyone is interested" because of what a good market it is to buy bigger for less.
I've never hidden the fact that there are five of us in a 3 bedroom house. This wouldn't be a big deal (many people share bedrooms - I did growing up) but our bedrooms are not quite the size for sharing when you are reaching the tween stage!
So, that being said we had our old Realtor that sold us the house five years ago come take a look for me. She immediately started telling me what would "need to come down" and how I should "tidy up this or hide that" and then she handed me a number for a STAGER! "Oh it may run you anywhere from $200 to well you could spend a $1000 for moving new furniture in." I hid my look of panic from the sweet Realtor in her bling shirt and wrote down her suggestions.
So, she gave me two weeks to get these things done...put a new floor in the bathroom (should be pretty cheap), "thin out my 'wild' landscaping" (I thought it was beautiful), hide ALL of my sweet little angel's pictures, and then she suggested we paint our living room a lighter color but seeing how there is like a 50 foot steeple in the middle of it I don't think I'll be getting Nate to do that!
As for the stager...as soon as she left I got on the phone and called up a friend whose mom and aunt are stagers in the fancy city of Franklin. Then I walked next door and recruited my neighbor to ask her sister, a "master gardner of Rutherford County," to come take a look at my yard...I'm calling out the troops for this adventure!
Will I be terribly upset if the house doesn't sell? No...I actually love my house and I LOVE my neighbors and neighborhood. Will we need to live in this house five years from now? No...probably Eli and Ian will get tired of using a bunk bed and sharing a tiny closet at the age of 12 and 14 when they are almost 6 feet tall so...I'm going to act now and see where it gets me.
As I walk down this road of for sale signs and real tracks.com I am very aware of the friends that have tried and are still trying to sell their houses not just for convenience but out of pure necessity. I know many people have lost their houses during the economic crisis over the past years. So, I am most sensitive towards all of them as I join the rat race of the housing market.
Now...if anyone is interested in a three bedroom....large kitchen...most beautiful fenced in back yard...with sweet neighbors and a dead end street....please come see me!
Long (many years) story short I finally talked my very conservative husband to put our house on the market and "just see if anyone is interested" because of what a good market it is to buy bigger for less.
I've never hidden the fact that there are five of us in a 3 bedroom house. This wouldn't be a big deal (many people share bedrooms - I did growing up) but our bedrooms are not quite the size for sharing when you are reaching the tween stage!
So, that being said we had our old Realtor that sold us the house five years ago come take a look for me. She immediately started telling me what would "need to come down" and how I should "tidy up this or hide that" and then she handed me a number for a STAGER! "Oh it may run you anywhere from $200 to well you could spend a $1000 for moving new furniture in." I hid my look of panic from the sweet Realtor in her bling shirt and wrote down her suggestions.
So, she gave me two weeks to get these things done...put a new floor in the bathroom (should be pretty cheap), "thin out my 'wild' landscaping" (I thought it was beautiful), hide ALL of my sweet little angel's pictures, and then she suggested we paint our living room a lighter color but seeing how there is like a 50 foot steeple in the middle of it I don't think I'll be getting Nate to do that!
As for the stager...as soon as she left I got on the phone and called up a friend whose mom and aunt are stagers in the fancy city of Franklin. Then I walked next door and recruited my neighbor to ask her sister, a "master gardner of Rutherford County," to come take a look at my yard...I'm calling out the troops for this adventure!
Will I be terribly upset if the house doesn't sell? No...I actually love my house and I LOVE my neighbors and neighborhood. Will we need to live in this house five years from now? No...probably Eli and Ian will get tired of using a bunk bed and sharing a tiny closet at the age of 12 and 14 when they are almost 6 feet tall so...I'm going to act now and see where it gets me.
As I walk down this road of for sale signs and real tracks.com I am very aware of the friends that have tried and are still trying to sell their houses not just for convenience but out of pure necessity. I know many people have lost their houses during the economic crisis over the past years. So, I am most sensitive towards all of them as I join the rat race of the housing market.
Now...if anyone is interested in a three bedroom....large kitchen...most beautiful fenced in back yard...with sweet neighbors and a dead end street....please come see me!
Sep 16, 2010
Mommy Moments
I was recently at a children's 'discovery museum' with sister girl and they had roped off a section of the upstairs. What they failed to realize was that little two year old monkeys could still crawl through a tunnel into a train room and then be safely out of yanking distance from their mothers who could not enter through the proper door because of said 'roping off'. (it was not just rope mind you but large walls stacked to keep us out) There was another mother standing near all of this excitement watching me to see what I was going to do. I yelled at sister girl to stop (why do I even bother) and then looked at the mother and said, "I am about to have a mommy moment." She laughed and said something supportive mother to mother. Then I proceeded to crawl on the floor through the tunnel into the train room only to have the little toot crawl through the other tunnel out back into the main lobby. It was all quite comical for all on lookers, although they politely glanced the other direction as I crawled on all fours back out the other side of the tunnel.
Well...I had another mommy moment yesterday but this time it was with my seven year old son and it was a good one for a change. Ian read his first chapter book by himself and get this...it was all his idea!
I am learning, although I admit slowly, that I can not make Ian do anything he really doesn't want to. Now, I can make him brush his teeth and cut his fingernails and eat his green peas but I can not make him love reading or enjoy writing sentences neatly or graciously show kindness to his brother. So, when those moments do happen all on their own they go down in the books as a proud mommy moment.
"Mom do you want me to read this book to you?" Ian asked as he picked out a Magic Tree House book from their shelf. "Of course I do Ian. You want to read this whole book?" I asked. And then he proceeded to sit on the couch for over thirty minutes and read me more than one chapter (in a continuous sitting) while never getting agitated over hard or mispronounced words. That boy even took his book to bed with him and announced to his proud parents that he was going to read some more in bed that night.
He finished the book in two days. His first chapter book by himself in two days.
I don't brag over my children very often but I have to say that I am so proud that this child has finally after all these years decided that he enjoys reading...he fell asleep tonight with his light on...reading his second chapter book.
A proud mommy moment!
Well...I had another mommy moment yesterday but this time it was with my seven year old son and it was a good one for a change. Ian read his first chapter book by himself and get this...it was all his idea!
I am learning, although I admit slowly, that I can not make Ian do anything he really doesn't want to. Now, I can make him brush his teeth and cut his fingernails and eat his green peas but I can not make him love reading or enjoy writing sentences neatly or graciously show kindness to his brother. So, when those moments do happen all on their own they go down in the books as a proud mommy moment.
"Mom do you want me to read this book to you?" Ian asked as he picked out a Magic Tree House book from their shelf. "Of course I do Ian. You want to read this whole book?" I asked. And then he proceeded to sit on the couch for over thirty minutes and read me more than one chapter (in a continuous sitting) while never getting agitated over hard or mispronounced words. That boy even took his book to bed with him and announced to his proud parents that he was going to read some more in bed that night.
He finished the book in two days. His first chapter book by himself in two days.
I don't brag over my children very often but I have to say that I am so proud that this child has finally after all these years decided that he enjoys reading...he fell asleep tonight with his light on...reading his second chapter book.
A proud mommy moment!
Sep 15, 2010
a new shirt and a new outlook
2 things on my mind during this half-way point...
1. I love Target! I don't allow myself to go much but for some reason I have been twice in the past five days. I did good the first time and only broke down and bought sister girl the cutest pair of silver/bronze shoes (I can't even tell which one. I think Target is probably so cool that they made a new color for little girls to primp in) to wear this Fall. I have been freaking out just a little over having a girl and trying to figure out if it is okay to wear white shoes after Labor Day (DON'T LAUGH AT ME...I AM A PROPER SOUTHERN GIRL THANK YOU!) but then what do you wear with those little summer dresses since it is still 90 degrees outside? Through my research (at the local parks) I have discovered that white sandals don't appear to be fo-pa just yet. I think with all this global warning we have to be able to change with the times...and wearing white after labor day is going to be the first thing to go. Al Gore would be proud!
Upon my second visit I made an impulse buy for myself...this time it was a gray t-shirt with handsewn white flower petals all over the left shoulder/breast. I swear I walked by this shirt and almost fainted it was so stinkin' cute! I even had a gray striped skirt on so of course when I was back in the van I stripped and put my new pimpin' flowered t on! Only at Target ya'll!!!!
2. I started a bible study this morning. I'm embarrassed to say it has been two...yes, two years since I have been a part of an official 'bible study'. It is a 28 day course on...get this...how to study the bible. I honestly didn't know what the class was going to be about when I walked in but I was so pumped to be back in a group ready to study. It sounds so exciting...it is called "Precepts" - a concept that actually walks you through dissecting what you read in the bible. Honestly, I don't know how many times I try to read the bible and I stop because I get lost or confused or just don't follow what I'm reading. Well, this shows you how to take verse by verse and discern what you are reading with the big picture in mind (the whole chapter or book). So often we as Christians just believe whatever someone tells us that is God's word without looking it up to make sure they are in fact speaking the truth. I am guilty of sitting back and listening to others whether it is on the radio or from the pulpit or just another so called Christian woman and take in everything they say as fact, when so often it has been taken out of context or just plain wrong! As a mother I realized today that it is my job to be able to discern the truth and pass it on down to my children...not leaving this job up to 'teachers' they meet with on occasion or hoping that by osmosis they will just become believers (and 'good people')...it takes deliberate parenting on my behalf!
I was so excited to walk in and see a few older women in the class. There is nothing that warms my heart more then sitting in a room with women who are my mothers and grandmothers age who have a heart for the Lord and for ministering to young mothers. These ladies' smiles and encouraging words just lit my soul up today. I look forward to spending one morning a week with them in our new small group and for the time I am about to devote to learning how to study God's word.
So sporting my new fashionable t and knowing I have the making of some sweet older friends along with the next 28 days devoted to learning how to study the bible...I am doing good half way though the week!
1. I love Target! I don't allow myself to go much but for some reason I have been twice in the past five days. I did good the first time and only broke down and bought sister girl the cutest pair of silver/bronze shoes (I can't even tell which one. I think Target is probably so cool that they made a new color for little girls to primp in) to wear this Fall. I have been freaking out just a little over having a girl and trying to figure out if it is okay to wear white shoes after Labor Day (DON'T LAUGH AT ME...I AM A PROPER SOUTHERN GIRL THANK YOU!) but then what do you wear with those little summer dresses since it is still 90 degrees outside? Through my research (at the local parks) I have discovered that white sandals don't appear to be fo-pa just yet. I think with all this global warning we have to be able to change with the times...and wearing white after labor day is going to be the first thing to go. Al Gore would be proud!
Upon my second visit I made an impulse buy for myself...this time it was a gray t-shirt with handsewn white flower petals all over the left shoulder/breast. I swear I walked by this shirt and almost fainted it was so stinkin' cute! I even had a gray striped skirt on so of course when I was back in the van I stripped and put my new pimpin' flowered t on! Only at Target ya'll!!!!
2. I started a bible study this morning. I'm embarrassed to say it has been two...yes, two years since I have been a part of an official 'bible study'. It is a 28 day course on...get this...how to study the bible. I honestly didn't know what the class was going to be about when I walked in but I was so pumped to be back in a group ready to study. It sounds so exciting...it is called "Precepts" - a concept that actually walks you through dissecting what you read in the bible. Honestly, I don't know how many times I try to read the bible and I stop because I get lost or confused or just don't follow what I'm reading. Well, this shows you how to take verse by verse and discern what you are reading with the big picture in mind (the whole chapter or book). So often we as Christians just believe whatever someone tells us that is God's word without looking it up to make sure they are in fact speaking the truth. I am guilty of sitting back and listening to others whether it is on the radio or from the pulpit or just another so called Christian woman and take in everything they say as fact, when so often it has been taken out of context or just plain wrong! As a mother I realized today that it is my job to be able to discern the truth and pass it on down to my children...not leaving this job up to 'teachers' they meet with on occasion or hoping that by osmosis they will just become believers (and 'good people')...it takes deliberate parenting on my behalf!
I was so excited to walk in and see a few older women in the class. There is nothing that warms my heart more then sitting in a room with women who are my mothers and grandmothers age who have a heart for the Lord and for ministering to young mothers. These ladies' smiles and encouraging words just lit my soul up today. I look forward to spending one morning a week with them in our new small group and for the time I am about to devote to learning how to study God's word.
So sporting my new fashionable t and knowing I have the making of some sweet older friends along with the next 28 days devoted to learning how to study the bible...I am doing good half way though the week!
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