Wednesday, March 30, 2011

~Grow Up~


Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Grow Up

This is one of those nights I could stay up til two in the morning.
Kids are sleeping, Brad and I just finished watching American Idol and he's off to bed. Busy day in the O.R. tomorrow, he says. He routinely gets up at 5:30. If it's not for his men's Bibly study, it's for rounding, or.....wait for it.........
a workout.whatevah
Without a doubt, if I got up at 5:30 to work out, I would most certainly be sick to my stomach. Don't know how he does it.
I'm a nine a.m. workout kind of girl.
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My mind is going in so many directions that trying to go to sleep is pointless.
The older I get, the more I think the issues you face in life are pretty much the same whether you are 6 or 36.
Maybe it's a matter of women not ever really growing up. I mean really growing up. Getting older, calmer, wiser, more solid, more graceful, and more confident.
Isn't that the goal?
How many of us really get a handle on insecurities, for example? Do we really learn where our significance comes from and where our sense of worth originates or do we just learn to mask our emotions and control our outward responses?
As I parent my children, I keep thinking about how I am preparing them to deal with "real life issues". The hard, cold fact is that most things they face in first grade, they're going to face in their teens, twenties, and thirties. The "real" starts early.
I never want to minimize the feeling of being left out because it's a legitimate complaint, (I've experienced it recently) but I want to teach them to process that bad emotion, cry it out, and then move past it.
Stop dwelling on yourself. What are you thankful for? Who can you bless? Who can you be a friend to?
I don't want my kids to find happiness in being popular, having the right friends, having the right brand of clothing, or having the right house.
You can be in a sea of people you call friends and be lonely.
              You can have fancy clothes and feel not good enough.
                            You can be in a great house and feel dissatisfied and discontent.
Doesn't it always blow your mind when you read something about a beauty queen struggling with an eating disorder because she thinks she's not skinny enough or pretty enough?
I want to raise sturdy kids. Kids with strong character. Kids that think beyond themselves.
So to my children:
You will, most likely more than once in your life, be excluded from something. Please don't be the one doing the excluding. You will sometimes be taken advantage of by someone. Be sensitive to people. There are reasons people behave badly. It's not an excuse but have compassionate eyes to see past the rude behavior. Don't find your identity in anything other than who you are in Christ. Have fun where you are, and love whomever you're with. You will be the life of the party if you live in freedom. Freedom from everything that is not God in you. Freedom from the "green slimy stuff", as Grandma calls it. Don't get caught up in things that don't last. Everything that is not eternal can be gone in the blink of an eye. Lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven. True contentment will be with you in whatever state or condition you find yourself. It's a choice and you have to practice it.
 Contentment vs. Covetousness
Realizing that God has provided everything I need for my present happiness (I Timothy 6:8)

 It's midnight and I can't hold my eyes open any longer. Today was busy. Tomorrow morning is going to come early....I think I see a nap on Thursday's calendar.

~stacey


Thursday, March 24, 2011

~Dropping The Egg~


Thursday, March 24, 2011

Dropping The Egg.





  


I just offered to pay my 7 year old $1 to bathe my 5 year old. She accepted and even suggested helping her with her hair. 
Not a bad deal. For either of us. 

I am mostly incapable of making furniture decisions on my own. So, I enlisted the help of the fabulous Amy Morgan. She's nothing short of amazing and the best part?  She's FRUGAL.  A rare combination in a decorator/designer.
SO! Today, we headed north on the interstate and hit the jackpot. Tomorrow, I am having a table and chairs delivered and I can hardly wait. It feels a little like Christmas Eve.

I can smell summer even though our high today was only 65ish. I've never looked more forward to spring/summer as this year. It marks the end of having three kids in three different schools. It just about killed me and I am thrilled to have them all in the same school next year.
It's been so exhausting that I've not quite, but almost dreaded every little "fun" event. I'm too busy shuffling schedules and getting sitters for the baby to have time to look forward to things like the  preschool "egg drop" that is actually tomorrow.
An egg drop.
You wrap a raw egg in an 8x8 zip lock bag as creatively as you want to and a teacher climbs on the roof and drops it. wtf 
Who's egg will survive the fall unbroken?? Tune in tomorrow to find out!!
I'm guessing it won't be ours, seeing how I've NO idea what I'm going to wrap it in. Brad suggested concocting a parachute. hmm....the competitive monster in me is dying to figure out the sure fire way to save the egg but the mother in me is screaming, "OH MY GOSH. Grab some bubble wrap, stick the egg in it, let it fall, let it break, and let's go to Chick-Fil-A for lunch. IT'S FRIDAY! Who cares!!"
I love my babies. I think they are the most precious things that ever walked the face of the earth. I wonder if I'll feel that way when they are 8, 12, 14, and 16?
The other night, Jake asked me how he will know when Jesus calls him. How will he know if it's really Him or if he's just day dreaming.
Like I said. The most precious things ever. 

~stacey


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

~Beach Part 1~


Monday, May 23, 2011

~Beach Part 1~

   
  





     



  


 




Thank you, Sward family for such a generous invitation.  This weekend blessed us in more ways than I can communicate.
~stacey

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

~40 minutes~


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

40 minutes

I've come to the conclusion that I would blog a lot more if I had a laptop. Brad's old one that is literally hanging on by one hinge is now being put to use thanks to our recently acquiring wireless internet. 
I know. It's ridiculous that we have only just now gotten wireless.
I'd love a sleek, shiny new laptop but this one works just fine...as long as I angle the screen just right so it doesn't fall back while I type.
This morning, I'm being a little self indulgent. It's one of the two days a week my three big kids are all in school. I'm just sitting. Drinking a Coke, even. The only thing I hear is a bird chirping, an owl hooting, (is that possible at 9 in the morning?) and Emma's little music machine in her crib. She's drifting off to sleep.
The calm is so unusual I'm a little uncomfortable with it. I'm fighting my mind going 90 miles a minute.
~~~~~That's one of the things I miss about when my kids were 0, 2, and 4.While I was physically exhausted most days, mentally, things were so simple. There was no crazy calendar filled with pink, blue, purple, and orange appointments and reminders. There was no place we had to be.~~~~~
My den floor is littered with throw pillows. The baby wobbles to the couch and pulls them off EVERY time she spies them in their appropriate place. I'm not sure why I even keep them there.
I think the quiet is gone. The dog is now barking, Emma is still fussing, and my mind is racing. There are errands to run, forms to fill out, counters to wipe off, and pillows to pick up.
It was short lived but I enjoyed this 40 minutes of mine.  



~stacey



Tuesday, March 1, 2011

~Funny and Sweet~


Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Funny And Sweet

Tornado sirens blared yesterday evening.
My children were terrified.  My son, who is fascinated by severe weather, in books at least, was sweating and teary eyed from the fear. As sad as it was to see, I found myself resisting the urge to laugh.  (terrible. i know.)
We went to the basement just in case and he went to the bathroom. (nerves will do that to you, ya' know) While he was in there, doing his thing, the sirens stopped which caused my daughter to shout, "YAY! There's not going to be a  tornado!!" From the bathroom, my son calls out, "That's because of ME!! I prayed!! THANK YOU, LORD!!" 
It still makes me laugh. 

Two nights ago, while tucking Jake in, he proceeded to complain about school the following morning. I explained yet again how we HAVE to go to school It's the LAW. I told him he had things he needed to learn and that God gave him a brain that He wanted to be developed. Here's the response I got:
"Why? I mean, who thought up school? I already know a lot of stuff. 12x12 is 144 and 9x9 is 81.". 
If only it were that simple. 

I have a sick 12 month old who has been on my hip almost the whole day. She's getting her feelings hurt non stop. How dare I let her feet touch the floor or have to use the restroom. I love every bit of her sweet, fat legs and unhappy, glassy eyes. She slept with me last night.
Every time I woke up, looked over and saw her curled up body, I realized with absolute certainty, that I will always have the urge for another baby. Mothering is in me. I love almost everything about it. Emma is our last baby and I intend to squeeze all the juice out of every day with her.