Saturday, April 28, 2012

The Early Bird Gets... a 1967 Chevy Corvette?

At 6:30 this morning, I found myself playing matchbox cars with Wyatt.  

I had awoken to a hungry Ella-bean at 5:45 and I guess mister heard her.  Because I snuck back to our room, laid down, and as soon as my head hit the pillow I hear, 

"MOMMY! ....  MOMMY! .... MOMMA!!"

This is his new greeting to us every morning.  He figured out that if he hollers for us as soon as his little eyes open, somebody rushes in to hush him before he wakes up his sister.  We're working on it. 

So there I was, laying half asleep on the rug pushing a Chevy Corvette (making the best engine noises this girl could muster) and thinking that I couldn't have imagined what incredible joy my children would bring me.  More than that, I was marveling over God's perfect timing and his perfect will.  I could have told you it would be all princesses and painted toes when it came time for me to have kids.  But God knew I needed dirt, mud and rocks in my life.  I needed a fiery tempered son who loves speed, heights and motors!  I needed Wyatt.  

And there is something therapeutic about putting matchbox cars into a slotted organizer or building evil kin-evil jumps out of bright orange car tracks.  

The rest of the (early) morning was spent like this:

Daddy brought a big box home filled with a very expensive something.  But all we needed was the cardboard box, thankyouverymuch.  We needed it to color on and then push our eighteen-wheeler through- a true tunnel.  

Friday, April 27, 2012

Lost & Found

If you can't find the toddlers at play group, look in the shower, of course!

They'll have snuck away, traipsed in a line down the hallway, opened the handle-less master bedroom door, found the bathroom, somehow avoided the toilet and climbed into the shower to play.  Of course. Why didn't we look here first?

When these kids get together it's nothing but mischief but I love it!  

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

The Rich Man

When Rob shut his car door this evening and Wyatt and I realized he was home, the first words out of my mouth were, 'Thank God!'.  And I never say that.  

Usually the speaker does not actually mean to give thanks to the Creator, Jehovah, God.  Just a phrase to toss around.  And I don't want Wyatt and Ella to mimic my words carelessly without realizing that I  indeed was thanking our Lord for sending Daddy home at the exact moment when my sanity was perched on the edge of a very large precipice about to dive off!

Anyway.  I was tense because my meal plan called for a certain meal that required ground beef.  We used it all up making hamburgers for some friends the other night when we hung out on our cul-de-sac. So I went to the next day.  Chicken and Rice.  Chicken, check.  Rice, check.  Recipe?  Recipe?  Beuller?  

--Half an hour of searching, recipe box, written recipes from Rob's mom--
All while Wyatt has gone with zero nap all. day. long.

WAIT.  I'm stressed because my meal plan is off track?  Because I have so many options for food?  Because we hosted an impromptu get together with friends?  

Reality check Mere.  Most people go to bed hungry.  Most people in the world go to bed hungry.  

I am that rich man in Matthew 19:24.  I have a roof over my head and food on my table.  Choices of food!  

21 Jesus answered, “If you want to be perfect, go, sell your possessions and give to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven. Then come, follow me.”
 22 When the young man heard this, he went away sad, because he had great wealth.
 23 Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly I tell you, it is hard for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of heaven. 
24 Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”
 25 When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished and asked, “Who then can be saved?”

 26 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.”

Thank you God for your grace.  For your mercy.

P.S. Francis Chan opened my eyes to the fact that I am a 'rich man' in his book Crazy Love.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Best Buds

Wyatt and Abby Kate are best buds.  They get excited to talk to each other on the phone, squeal when presented with a picture of the other, generally live in a euphoric state while in the presence of one another.  They love each other.  I pray that this friendship and mutual admiration continues throughout their lives because it is so very precious.  I'm tearing up.

Maybe they became familiar with one another while Kat and I were pregnant.  We saw each other all the time throughout those pregnancies and they were born three weeks apart.  I like to think Wyatt didn't want to be status quo so he came into this world two weeks early.  Abby is punctual like her mother and very precise with things and joined her buddy the very day of her due date.  Their births alone echo the colorful personalities we see today.  

Best buddy cousins. 

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Chalkboard in the Kitchen (Before & After)

We have this awkward space above our sink with a tiny little awkward shelf connected to it.  

I haven't really known what to do with it until the other day when an idea struck.  Chalkboard!

I am a part of what my 300 level marketing class calls a 'late majority' based on Everett Rogers' Diffusion of Innovations.  Maybe even a 'laggard' though I hate to see myself in that kind of light...

"Laggards have an aversion to change-agents and tend to be advanced in age. Laggards typically tend to be focused on “traditions”, likely to have lowest social status, lowest financial fluidity, be oldest of all other adopters, in contact with only family and close friends, very little to no opinion leadership." WIKIPEDIA

Umm.  Ouch.

Basically it takes me forever to hop on a trend bandwagon.  I just started wearing those tights/leggings under tunics last summer.  Got an iphone way after the majority.  I had a straightener once but I roll my hair in hot rollers regularly.  You get the picture.  So when the chalkboard trend started, I admired it from afar, thinking how creative some folks are.  Not really even considering trying it myself.  



So long awkward space!  Now you have purpose!