Monthly Archives: November 2007

Wednesday November 28, 2007

When the invitation came in the mail a few weeks ago it said, “Just come”.  So we did.  We came with empty hands and left with full bellies and good memories.

When we arrived it was already dark and we could see a warm glow coming from the the crack in the sliding door of the garage.  Inside a table was set with all of her nicest table settings.  Strings of lights hung from the rafters and pumpkins and candles decorated the table.  A large sheet hung over one side of the room as a slide show played pictures of all of us from the last year.  The Thanksgiving meal was delicious complete with all the trimmings.  The Thanksgiving “pin-watta” was the highlight of the night for the children (Thanks to Grammy and Grandpa).

They give us a lot to be thankful for.

Friday November 23, 2007

We had Thanksgiving dinner with my husband’s family yesterday.  Whenever we all get together, we have such a good time and we always say to each other, “We should do this more often!”. But we never do.  Such is life.

I didn’t get any pictures of the feast, I was too busy eating and feeding two little boys, but I managed to get some before and after shots.

This was him the entire day… running!

Sometimes it isn’t easy being the little guy

The men in this family do not sit still.
 If there had only been two of them, they would have managed to play a football game.

After dinner we went on a “hill-billy hay ride”  The tractor and trailer were brought around and all of the mix-matched couches from the garage were  placed on back.  We all piled in and took a tour of the neighborhood.  The neighbors stared blankly as we sang “Jingle Bells” and waved enthusiastically.

Big Brother found his kindred spirit.  He and his cousin (who is two days older than him)  were inseparable most of the day.  He was delighted to discover a girl who doesn’t mind a little rough and tumble play!

Sharing the holidays with your children is exciting; it is not, however, relaxing!  I don’t think I had a single conversation that lasted for more than 5 min. and didn’t end with, “Excuse me. I need to stop my son from…”  I can’t figure out if they’re keeping me young; or making me old!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday November 19, 2007

After lunch he said he wanted to pick flowers for Auntie Alli.  He wanted to put them in a vase, so I filled an old canning jar with water and set it in the grass next to the flower bed.  In the 12 min. it took me to put some shoes away and switch a couple loads of laundry; he had found a better use for the water.

I walked out and found him sitting in the middle of a hole, happily squishing mud between his toes.  At that point the damage was already done and there was only one thing left to do… take pictures!

They where having so much fun! Fortunately, mud is easy to deal with.  I stripped them down on the back porch and threw their muddy clothes in the washer. After a warm bubble bath and some fresh clothes; they were ready for a long nap.

Thursday November 15, 2007

My life, this past week, can be summed up in one word; crying.  Lots of crying.  Both of the boys have spent the better part of this week hanging on my legs and crying.  I’ve given up trying to think of reasons (teething? getting sick? manipulating?)  and have simply surrendered my sanity.  Yesterday, when I looked at them both laying on the floor sobbing; I was sorely tempted to join them.  Later on that day, I put them in their car seats and headed to Walmart, and I realized that for the first time I was hearing nothing….just silence.  I thought to myself, “What would happen if I just drove around until their Dad comes home?”.

This morning when he pulled at my hand and said, “Mommy come sit and play with me.”.  I decided that was an excellent idea.

He was feeding me donuts.  His brother though that the donuts were pretty tasty.

As I sat on the floor with them, I started remembering.  I remembered that I really do like my children. I remembered to be thankful that their problems are still simple.  No problem is so big, that a snuggle with a blanket in mommy’s lap, won’t fix it. It won’t always be that way.  I reminded myself that they are small only for a short time.

It isn’t an easy thing; living today with the future in mind.  To really understand that even these hard days,  will one day be missed.  I have to remind myself, that the things I do each day are molding and shaping them into the people they will become.

It is hard to live with my feet planted on the ground but my mind pointed towards heaven.  I am not home yet.  I am a traveler; I need to travel light.

But as it is, they desired a better country, that is a heavenly one.  Therefore God is not ashamed to be their God; for He has prepared a city for them.  Hebrews 11:16

Tuesday November 6, 2007

We have lots of nice toys.  Bats, balls, train set, bikes, sandbox, books, cars,…  All morning long I wanted them to play with their toys so I could get a little work done.  When I finally accepted the fact, that the only place the would be happy, was under my feet; I decided to make the best of it.

Soon I noticed him climb into the the laundry basket.

“Me’s  ride in  my  boat  Mommy!”

He disappeared down the hall and came back with the lid to the laundry basket in his room.

“Me’s lakeboarding Mamma!” He meant wake-boarding.
“Need a rope Mamma.” 

Ahh… a rope to pull the wake-board.  I dug through the bottom of a closet and found some unused tension exercise  equipment.

He even found a way to hook it up to his boat, by pushing it though one of the basket handles.  

To think of all the time I wasted trying to get him to play with his toys.

The man and the boat, that inspired the play.

Friday November 2, 2007

He had four of his own, but all he wanted was the one he didn’t have.  The one his brother was happily playing with.  He could bare it no longer,  he reached out and took it.  As I handed it back to brother; I pointed out the four perfectly good (almost identical) toys he already had. 

When the catalog came in with the mail the other night I set it aside to look at before bed.  I have dresses, I have skirts and shoes.  They are all very nice, but nothing that hung in my close look even half as beautiful as anything in that catalog. It was all completely out of my price range and completely out of the question, but it didn’t keep me from wanting.  Soon, I was feeling very sorry myself.

Contentment is such a simple idea but it always seems to be slipping through my fingers.  I am the man with hundreds of sheep; single-mindedly pursuing someone else’s much beloved pet lamb.  Discontentment is a doubled-edged sword.  Not only are you constantly chasing the horizon, but you rob yourself of the moment; falling into the trap of “Just one thing more…”. How foolish and ungrateful I must seem to the Lord.

Really, contentment can found right inside my own front door.  The pot of soup simmering on the stove, the happy, healthy boys playing under my feet, the husband who so ably provides for us.  To know and really understand that He will provide all I ever need, and to look no further than that.