Oh the things that make a little boy’s heart happy.
Throwing coins in the fountain at the mall.
Blue smiley face suckers and blue tongues.
Several rides up and down the elevator. A leisurely stroll through the Disney store.
Most importantly, special alone time with mom; which is a rare commodity in our household.
Gideon has been doing a great job potty-training, and I promised him a date night for being such a big boy.
For the last week, because we have been potty-training, his attire has been a t-shirt and underwear. When I told him we would be going to the mall after dinner he looked behind him and said, “But Mommy! I need my pants on… my hair not combed!” So we got dressed up and went to celebrate.
It’s fun to be with him on his own. He’s quiet, gets a little uncomfortable with lots of attention and praise. He has a quirky sense of humor and unique fashion sense. He thinks the sun rises and sets on me, which is sweet and frustrating all at the same time. I just love his little face!
It’s 2:00 in the afternoon.
You have just finished putting the kids down for a nap and are sitting down for the first time all day.
The phone rings:
“Hi! How are you doing?”
“You’re going to be out this afternoon? You would like to stop by and drop some things off?”
“No that’s fine, we’re going to be home all afternoon.”
“In about and hour? Alright, see you then.”
You hang up the phone, the clock starts ticking down and you find yourself (once again) in a fast-paced, high-stakes game of “What’s Worse”.
a. You are still in your husband’s boxers
b. The Mt. Everest sized pile of clean, unfolded laundry heaped onto your couch.
c. The breakfast and lunch dishes that are filling the sink.
d. The weeks worth of grass, cheez-it crumbs, and bits of paper littering your carpet.
e. The milk soaked cheerios that are stuck to the kitchen table and floor.
f. All of the above.
F!!! …it’s “f”, but “f” is not an option.
So you run to the shower, skipping any unnecessary scrubbing. Basically looking to get the grease out of your hair and yesterday’s mascara off your face. You run to get dressed. Did I mention it’s laundry day? So the only things left in your dresser are 13 ill-fitting tops and NO… (count them) ZERO bottoms. So you fish a wrinkled skirt out of the laundry basket throw on a shirt and run to the living room.
You grab arm-loads of laundry and throw them onto your bed and shut the door, pausing for a moment to be thankful for doors that shut. Make a mad dash for the kitchen. Decide to skip rinsing the dishes and load them (stuck-on crud and all) directly into the dish washer. You then do your best to scrape cheerios off the table and pick up any large debris off the carpet.
A knock at the door. You open it slowly and calmly. You smile and say “SO good of you to drop by!”
I like blogging. I like looking at other people’s blogs. I confess; I’m a snoopy kind of person. I like sharing my thoughts, pictures of my kids, the projects I’m working on and I really enjoy seeing what other people are doing. I keep up with old friends, family members who live far away, and have even made some new friends through my Xanga and Face Book sites.
Being privy to other people’s private lives can at times have it’s draw backs. It’s only natural to look at someone’s life and draw conclusions about them, have opinions about them, and yes even judge them. I found myself looking at sites and thinking, “Well that can’t be real! Nobody’s life is that perfect. They’re just trying to put up a good front; trying to pass off some image of perfection!”
Here’s the conclusion I’ve come to, take or leave it, it’s just my opinion. I don’t really know what other people’s lives are really like, but I think in my haste to dismiss their “perfect life”; I might have missed out on some real growing opportunities. Maybe they really do have a good life. Maybe they have gained wisdom that I do not have, but I wasn’t seeing any of that because I was too busy writing their lives’ off as fake.
I started thinking about all of the people I know and admire. Not just the older “seasoned saints” in my life but my peers as well. Women who take good care of their families, friends who are raising good kids, and I want to be like them. I’m not talking about “keeping up with the Jones’” but “iron sharpening iron.” Bottom line: in order to learn from others I have set aside my pride and follow their example But I wasn’t doing that. Instead I was trying to find fault; tear them down so I wouldn’t have to face my own deficiencies.
So the question of “Can their life really be that good?” sort of became irrelevant. I’m sure they have bad days just like I do. The real question became “What can I gain from their example.” I have a tendency to be too negative and I want to change that and this is just a small step in the right direction.
So to my other blogging friends I say “Don’t be ashamed to post the good things that are happening in your life! I want to know and I want to learn.”
Swimming & picnicing at the lake with friends
What picnic/water experience would be complete without a picture of Claire’s wet behind?
Claire the river otter
Gideon is pretty much a land-lover. Food and sun is more his style!
The long summer days made for some very late nights!
Forth of July at Uncle Jared’s and Aunt Jess’~
The fascination with cupcake pictures continues.
Hopefully not a sign of days to come
Gideon looking concerned about the evening’s turn of events.
Looking very skeptical about the sparklers.
Decided it wasn’t so bad after all.
I’ve been thinking a lot about image, authenticity, and learning from other people’s example. May be more to come on those subjects in a later post.
Hope you all had a fun weekend!
First you must recruit able-bodied workers-
You need to be a useful, multi-talented sort of fellow…
…and wear a really cool hat.
You must find the ideal location-
It was at this point the able-bodied workers wanted to give up and go inside to watch “Max & Ruby”.
Riley does not like our new scarecrow.
You also need plenty of straw and “really big muscles!”.
Last but not least, this post would not be complete if I neglected to tell one more story entitled,…
The Life of a Shirt
This is the shirt that was bought, at the Eddie Bauer in the Pleasanton Mall, while we were still dating. Back in the mid-90′s this shirt was crisp, new, and stylish. It was worn to Camp Colorado, on countless dates, and for his senior pictures. It hung in the back of the closet for many years, was rescued from the Good Will box at least a half a dozen times,… and now finds it’s self adorning the scarecrow out in our corn field. It is the end of and era!