Saturday, May 29
Friday, May 28
mr. man
This is for all the people that called him Princess Drew.
For the people that laughed at him for playing with dolls, Barbie's, and pink ponies.
... for wearing dresses, tutu's, and high-heeled play shoes.
I mean, you've got to give the kid a break... he's a little outnumbered with three sisters.
I do think he's redeemed himself by his love of cars, superhero's, and sports.
But this...
this takes the cake.
There is nothing girly about this.
For the people that laughed at him for playing with dolls, Barbie's, and pink ponies.
... for wearing dresses, tutu's, and high-heeled play shoes.
I mean, you've got to give the kid a break... he's a little outnumbered with three sisters.
I do think he's redeemed himself by his love of cars, superhero's, and sports.
But this...
this takes the cake.
There is nothing girly about this.
Thursday, May 27
sweet tooth
I made some cookies last night, enough for an army
... actually enough for AJ to take to work, some for home, and to take cookie dough for the kids to make.
Amber's been excited to have cookies since then, but she was being ornery so I kept telling her that she had to wait until she'd been good for a little while before she could have one.
She woke from nap, and I gave her permission to go in the kitchen and get herself the much anticipated cookie. I was watching a movie with AJ, when Amber came in and said, " I ate my cookies!"
Me: Cookies? How many did you have?
Amber: Two.
Me: How many?
Amber: *holds up index finger and thumb... counts sloooooowly*
One ----------------------- two.
Me: I only said you could have one.
Amber: *flashes me a mischievous smile*
...But there's lots in there, so I didn't eat them all gone.
...You could have one?
Reminds me of this time
... actually enough for AJ to take to work, some for home, and to take cookie dough for the kids to make.
Amber's been excited to have cookies since then, but she was being ornery so I kept telling her that she had to wait until she'd been good for a little while before she could have one.
She woke from nap, and I gave her permission to go in the kitchen and get herself the much anticipated cookie. I was watching a movie with AJ, when Amber came in and said, " I ate my cookies!"
Me: Cookies? How many did you have?
Amber: Two.
Me: How many?
Amber: *holds up index finger and thumb... counts sloooooowly*
One ----------------------- two.
Me: I only said you could have one.
Amber: *flashes me a mischievous smile*
...But there's lots in there, so I didn't eat them all gone.
...You could have one?
Reminds me of this time
Monday, May 24
busy as a bee
... and I love it.
I've been meaning to blog, but by the time I get home, dinner, the kids in bed, and ready for the next day it doesn't seem worth the effort that it would take to drag myself off the couch.
I don't mind though.
It's forced me out of my rut.
You know... to get out of bed before the kids make me.
Do my hair instead of just letting it air dry.
Actually put makeup on.
I've even made peace with my enemy exercise.
I might even be *gasp* enjoying it.
I've been meaning to blog, but by the time I get home, dinner, the kids in bed, and ready for the next day it doesn't seem worth the effort that it would take to drag myself off the couch.
I don't mind though.
It's forced me out of my rut.
You know... to get out of bed before the kids make me.
Do my hair instead of just letting it air dry.
Actually put makeup on.
I've even made peace with my enemy exercise.
I might even be *gasp* enjoying it.
Saturday, May 15
Wednesday, May 12
that's not safe
Charlotte has always been a sitter.
Now she's trying to do sit-ups.
She sleeps in her swing because that's where she stays asleep best.
I checked on her the other day, thinking that she'd fallen asleep because she was being so quiet.
There she was, sitting up and playing like it was nothing... in her swing.
Where's a five-point harness when you need one?!
You can see her two little teethers in this one.
Now she's trying to do sit-ups.
She sleeps in her swing because that's where she stays asleep best.
I checked on her the other day, thinking that she'd fallen asleep because she was being so quiet.
There she was, sitting up and playing like it was nothing... in her swing.
Where's a five-point harness when you need one?!
Tuesday, May 11
super drew
Warm evening outside.
Check.
Fun Dip.
Check.
Superhero cape.
Check.
Favorite shirt.
Check.
No pants.
Check.
Lightening McQueen footwear.
Check.
Could this evening get any better?
It's so good to be two.
It's good to be Drew.
This little boy is mine.
I love. every. iota.
Monday, May 10
little miss goody-two-shoes
GOODY TWO-SHOES - "A person who is affectedly good or proper; a person who is uncommonly good. Maybe just a mite too good and a bit too optimistic and a tad too nice?
I have one of those.
At least she thinks she is.
Amber's new thing is to tell me what a wonderful little girl she is.
When I tell her she's beautiful...
"And I do not hit, an' I will never suck my thumb ever, cause I am so big."
When Drew gets in trouble...
"I didn't bring my food in the living room. I picked up the toys. Drew's a bad boy, is he in trouble?"
Just this morning she told me that he needed a spanking.
She may be the perfect picture of myself when I was little.
Anna was bad. I was good. Always. Even when I wasn't.
Being that way is something I still struggle with.
Ah...
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I have one of those.
At least she thinks she is.
Amber's new thing is to tell me what a wonderful little girl she is.
When I tell her she's beautiful...
"And I do not hit, an' I will never suck my thumb ever, cause I am so big."
When Drew gets in trouble...
"I didn't bring my food in the living room. I picked up the toys. Drew's a bad boy, is he in trouble?"
Just this morning she told me that he needed a spanking.
She may be the perfect picture of myself when I was little.
Anna was bad. I was good. Always. Even when I wasn't.
Being that way is something I still struggle with.
Ah...
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Sunday, May 9
dear mom
Every now and then someone tells me I look like you or that I've inherited one of your traits, and I'm flattered.
I remember wanting to be like you, copying you when you were talking on the phone, begging you to let me wash dishes, you painting my nails, making cookies and letting me lick the bowl, climbing in your bed when I couldn't sleep, and you sending me to sit on the couch when I was bad.
I remember asking you for a drink... You said, "What's the magic word?" I had no clue what you were talking about, but you patiently explained it to me.
I remember being forced to take a nap. You put me in your bed and told me not to move. I didn't because I didn't want to suffer the consequences, but I stubbornly stayed awake until you said I could get up. I convinced myself that I had won.
I remember the Rainbow Bright cake that you made me for my birthday. I wasn't supposed to see it, but I did.
It was perfect.
You made such an impression on me in the short time you had. The memories I have are short, few, and vague... but they're pieces of you... and I love them.
I remember wanting to be like you, copying you when you were talking on the phone, begging you to let me wash dishes, you painting my nails, making cookies and letting me lick the bowl, climbing in your bed when I couldn't sleep, and you sending me to sit on the couch when I was bad.
I remember asking you for a drink... You said, "What's the magic word?" I had no clue what you were talking about, but you patiently explained it to me.
I remember being forced to take a nap. You put me in your bed and told me not to move. I didn't because I didn't want to suffer the consequences, but I stubbornly stayed awake until you said I could get up. I convinced myself that I had won.
I remember the Rainbow Bright cake that you made me for my birthday. I wasn't supposed to see it, but I did.
It was perfect.
You made such an impression on me in the short time you had. The memories I have are short, few, and vague... but they're pieces of you... and I love them.
Happy Mother's Day.
Wednesday, May 5
Monday, May 3
a love story
Someone came to steal my treasure.
My prized possession,
my heart's crown.
Subtle and quiet,
proclaiming innocence.
Like a serpent,
worked its way into my life,
separating me from the One I so desperately needed.
My strength,
my love,
my heart,
my life.
I let it happen.
Unknowingly.
I was jaded,
secure,
blinded by the charm of the deceiver.
I let my guard down.
I trusted it.
If it hurt me,
I would excuse it,
because I loved it.
I could not fathom that it
would ever want to harm me.
It brought me too much pleasure.
It brought me joy.
I did not understand that this unassuming lamb
was hiding a wolf.
Then it took me low.
Breaking my heart
then hardening it.
Leaving naught but
destruction in it's wake.
My treasure slipped.
At the tip of my fingers...
I grasped for it,
Was it too late?
I feared it was gone.
My soul cried.
I panicked.
My mind raged.
The pain ripped through,
agonizing...
I was utterly broken.
Hope went with my treasure
leaving me lost,
alone,
scared,
and betrayed.
The deceiver had won,
leaving me vanquished.
Taking all
and leaving emptiness.
I sat and cried,
lamenting my loss
I buried my head in my hands.
If only I had fought harder for my treasure...
Then I heard his voice.
He called from a distance,
and it was my name he was saying.
He was asking for me!
I felt the air rush through my lungs,
a beat from my shattered heart.
A spring of hope welled up,
Bringing the dead to life.
Did He still love me?
After I had let Him go?
After all?
Was this treasure still mine?
But God is gracious!
How could I doubt Him?
My buckler,
my strong tower!
I have reconciled
my heart to him.
I grip his hand in mine,
and vow to never let go.
He holds me in His arms,
and shelters me again.
He shields me from the tempest,
protects us from the serpent.
That serpent I do loathe.
Its devious attempt I hate.
Its bitter memory haunts me,
and its sight I cannot stand.
I wish to forget it
but I cannot,
knowing the ruin it could have brought,
and the lesson I have learned.
My love is stronger...
fiercer than before.
And His love is steady,
unchanging,
binding me to Him.
That serpent will not mock me now,
for it is I who holds the treasure.
For I am His, and He is mine.
I am his beloved.
He soothes my fear,
He is my foundation.
He is joy.
He is home.
He is my Love.
My prized possession,
my heart's crown.
Subtle and quiet,
proclaiming innocence.
Like a serpent,
worked its way into my life,
separating me from the One I so desperately needed.
My strength,
my love,
my heart,
my life.
I let it happen.
Unknowingly.
I was jaded,
secure,
blinded by the charm of the deceiver.
I let my guard down.
I trusted it.
If it hurt me,
I would excuse it,
because I loved it.
I could not fathom that it
would ever want to harm me.
It brought me too much pleasure.
It brought me joy.
I did not understand that this unassuming lamb
was hiding a wolf.
Then it took me low.
Breaking my heart
then hardening it.
Leaving naught but
destruction in it's wake.
My treasure slipped.
At the tip of my fingers...
I grasped for it,
Was it too late?
I feared it was gone.
My soul cried.
I panicked.
My mind raged.
The pain ripped through,
agonizing...
I was utterly broken.
Hope went with my treasure
leaving me lost,
alone,
scared,
and betrayed.
The deceiver had won,
leaving me vanquished.
Taking all
and leaving emptiness.
I sat and cried,
lamenting my loss
I buried my head in my hands.
If only I had fought harder for my treasure...
Then I heard his voice.
He called from a distance,
and it was my name he was saying.
He was asking for me!
I felt the air rush through my lungs,
a beat from my shattered heart.
A spring of hope welled up,
Bringing the dead to life.
Did He still love me?
After I had let Him go?
After all?
Was this treasure still mine?
But God is gracious!
How could I doubt Him?
My buckler,
my strong tower!
I have reconciled
my heart to him.
I grip his hand in mine,
and vow to never let go.
He holds me in His arms,
and shelters me again.
He shields me from the tempest,
protects us from the serpent.
That serpent I do loathe.
Its devious attempt I hate.
Its bitter memory haunts me,
and its sight I cannot stand.
I wish to forget it
but I cannot,
knowing the ruin it could have brought,
and the lesson I have learned.
My love is stronger...
fiercer than before.
And His love is steady,
unchanging,
binding me to Him.
That serpent will not mock me now,
for it is I who holds the treasure.
For I am His, and He is mine.
I am his beloved.
He soothes my fear,
He is my foundation.
He is joy.
He is home.
He is my Love.
