Saturday, April 28, 2012

Bolivia Bound



These quilts are headed out tomorrow for some of God's very special children.
So blessed to hand make and hand deliver. 

Speechless.


 Almost two and her favorite words are moo and neigh.  For now she lets those blue eyes and blond curls do the talking for her.  Works for me.....and her.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Official Take Your Child to Work Day.

To celebrate this official holiday, I did just that and took my kids to work with me. 
Our day went something like this:

Get self up, get kids up.  Change a diaper, put the dog out, catch Hope from chasing the dog out.  Fix kids' breakfast, clean up the kids' breakfast (and by clean up, I mean mop up the dumped cereal from a certain someone).  Do Emma's hair, remind Emma of teeth, shoes, backpack, and send her on the bus.  Hog-tie a screaming Hope that refuses to come back inside from watching the bus leave.  Change another diaper.  Sit with Hope, a sippy cup, and watch episode of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.  Read book to Hope and make animal noises.  Unload dishwasher.  Get Hope out of dishes.  Load dishwasher.  Get dog out of dishes.  Pick up dirty kid's clothes strung across floor.  Chase Hope from striping down and leaving clothes on floor.  Pull my hair back in ponytail, brush teeth.  Grab naked Hope, put clothes back on, put in car, go pick up Emma.  Lunch.  Fix, feed, and clean up.  Listen to Emma yell at Hope for getting into her crafting.  Stick Hope on porch with sidewalk chalk.  Change another diaper.  Fill another sippy cup.  Start washer, end washer, move to dryer.  Clean sidewalk chalk off Hope.  Put Hope in carseat, take Emma to play-date.  Listen to screaming, unhappy child all  the way home.  Change another diaper.  Fill another sippy cup. Clean bathroom, keep Hope out of cleaner.  Chase Hope with cleaner.  Start thinking about supper.  Plan supper.  Chase Hope.  Put Hope to nap.    Mop kitchen floor.  Get Emma.  Change another diaper.  Fill another sippy cup.  Fix supper.  Feed supper.  Clean up supper.  Load dishwasher.  Read and return book from Emma.  Get Hope coat on to play on outside porch.  Take pictures of Hope.  Pick up toys.  Look outside see Hope taking clothes off.  Get Hope, get Hope's clothes.  Make Hope stop kicking and screaming.  Pick up toys.  Get kid's jammies on.  Lay out Emma school clothes for tomorrow.  Brush teeth, wipe face, say bedtime prayers.  Hug, kiss, tuck in.
8:30pm go start sewing....too bad the kids are in bed or I could have taken them.

So did I take them to work, or did they take me to work?  And the real question.....Can I go to the bathroom now?!?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shucks.  Guess I'll take the little tykes with me to work again tomorrow.  I'm just that smitten for 'em.  xoxo

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Emma-isms

Watching Dancing with the Stars, "ewwww Mom, I love that naked dress."  What's a naked dress, I ask? "Ya know when there isn't a back and the sleeves are short."
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There has been rumor of a little Kindergarten crush going on in Mrs. Townsend's class.  Emma asked a few evenings ago in a most serious tone, "Mom, is it really not OK to marry someone that doesn't like IU?"
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Forced to leave a store due to Hope throwing an embarrassing temper tantrum, we get in the car.  Emma pulls out her Bible and ask me how to spell Genesis.  I ask why.  She explains, "because I am going to read to Hope what happen to Adam and Eve when they didn't listen to their parent and ate the apple."

And so she did....started reading the Bible - page one, chapter one.  We didn't make it to the apple by the time we got home.  ;)

Monday, April 23, 2012

Just when you need it.

Listening to the radio while sewing and heard this quote, but unfortunately missed the credit.  Nonetheless, is one that hit home in my heart, and is worth having in my "babel of life" contained in this blog.

"Family has very little to do with blood.  For your real family, are the people that reach out and hold your hand in the dark."

-Klove

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Good song...good, good song.

Bless the Lord, O my soul 
O my soul 
Worship His holy name 
Sing like never before 
O my soul 
I'll worship Your holy name 

The sun comes up, it's a new day dawning 
It's time to sing 
Your song again 
Whatever may pass, and whatever lies before me 
Let me be singing when the evening comes
 And on that day when my strength is failing
The end draws near and my time has come
Still my soul will sing Your praise unending
Ten thousand years and then forevermore
 -Matt Redman, 10,000 Reasons
 

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

To quote her again...

This evening as Emma and her Dad walk to the swing set, I stay behind to continue the spring mulching.  Our like-totally-almost-so-first-grader says,
"Dad, you know how I've always been into mom?  Well, I'm kinda into you now."

Awesome.


Going Green at the Book Swap

Emma's PTO at her elementary school put on a book swap. A wonderful idea obviously generated by mothers that not only clean out clutter but find themselves reading the same books over and over every night!
It goes a somethin' like this; you clean out your gently used books of any age from baby on up, stuff your kids backpack full -but not too full that she tips over getting on the bus- and send her to school with them. Volunteers at school go through the books and reward your child with "points", usually one for each book or two for more advanced chapter books. Then on a beautiful Saturday morning, the PTO has all the books spread out in the cafeteria. You check in and get your "points (or credits)" and start shopping. One credit for most books and two credits for those harder ones.

Check out the loot Emma came home with! She was top credit girl with a whopping 39 credits!!! (Someone cleaned house!) And lucky for her having majority boys in her grade level left a lot of Princess books on the table that were donated from older girls that had outgrown them. Score.
Big sister even collected a few books for Hope. Yes there is a theme.
 
So let's recap: 
1. This momma got to clean house on the book level. 
2. Emma's day was made with a ton of new books. 
3. Recycling and saving the planet never felt better. 
4. A child should never have a white bedspread if they like to play outdoors barefoot. (See above picture!) 

Thank you Union Elementary PTO!

Monday, April 16, 2012

Sisters


 


Growing up with two brothers, my head can not even comprehend the bond these two girls will have for the rest of their lives.  It is amazing to watch them at such a young age love on each other and share life's moments.  So glad our daily agenda hold so many hugs and kisses in this house!

Friday, April 13, 2012

To dye, or not to dye?

Bowls, tablets, vinegar, dippers and stickers...everybody loves the annual dying of Easter eggs, right?!
Guess again! A week ago today, Emma, Hope and their cousins were absolutely in stitches with excitement and ready to do some damage on a few hard boiled eggs.  And damage they did, but we'll get to that shortly.

Their Aunt Audra had everything set up nicely for them.  But just as the first egg went in, Uncle Marcus thought it would be a good idea to cover the counter to avoid stains.  Brilliant idea.  Dishtowels were laid in front of each child to catch the drips.  But then came Hope with her quick-be-nimble hands.  (here's where the damage begins....)

Green.  Everywhere.

Oh wait, not everywhere.  The tipped bowl of grass green dye covered the entire counter except where the dishtowels were just laid.  Way to go Hope.

So my daily "what-did-Hope-do-now-panic-mode" got right to work, wiping up the stained counter tops.  (And for those of you that know me and our recent remodeled kitchen, green counter tops brings on nightmares.)  I couldn't scrub fast enough.  I felt horrible that not only have I turned my sister-in-laws dishtowels green, her cream counter tops now looked like a leprechaun spewed everywhere!  Thank goodness for a full bottle of Fantastic spray to scour the stain away.  And if we weren't high from the vinegar, we were high from the cleaner now.  Remember dying eggs is fun, right?!

Just look at the excitement in these faces.  Thrilled, they are.  (is there some sarcasm there?) 
Emma's pouting starts about now.  Apparently she didn't get the memo that was clearly and loudly made at the beginning of the dying process that the white crayon must be used first, then the egg dropped in the color.  As she argued with her mom about the missed announcement, she sat fuming because her eggs didn't get to use the crayon.  Oh ya, Hope is screaming her head off because she is now sentenced to the floor and not allowed back up at the counter for fear of more tipping.

Still having fun, right?!  Well, it's Amaya's turn now.  The story goes something like this....
Micah has 6 eggs, Emma had 5, and Amaya has 7.  Explaining to her that if we take one of her eggs and put it in Emma's stash, then all the kids will have 6!  She was so on board.....until....we moved the egg....
So Miss Amaya was given the ultimatum from her mother that she could either go to bed if she was going to cry, or she could stay and stop crying.  She picked bed.  We didn't take it personally.

Still having fun, right?!
Micah would you like to say anything?
Just as the joyful event was coming to a close, Micah decided the freshly scrubbed counter would look better BLUE!  Since this time it wasn't my kid that did the damage, I decided to snap a few pictures of the madness before grabbing the green stained rags.
Still having fun?!  NO.  And why the heck do the people that package up these dying kits put stickers in there?  Do you think it was anything prettier trying to convenience our children that they had to wait for the eggs to dry before sticking them on?

Dear Egg Dying Package people, 
Our egg dying celebration was anything but a celebration this year.  Your cardboard ring holders do not stand the eggs up, your dye has stained our memory of anything fun, and the stickers only caused havoc on four grumpy children.  While the adults are high on Fantastic spray, the madness did turn into a bit of an joking matter.  However we are sure a bottle of Scotch would have done the same for us and less to clean up. Please be known we will not be purchasing your kits in the future, nor dying any more eggs...ever.
Thank you, 
Two extraordinary moms just out here for survival.

Easter continued.  And so did we.
...and Hope bought her Aunt some new dishtowels.
The End.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

I have a daughter. Her name is Emma.

She's shy in public and a ham at home.
She's a singer and a dancer.
She's a free spirit with a sassy side.
She's a dreamer and a thinker.
She's a girl that loves the world she lives in and the heaven that holds it.
She has a heart the size of Texas...
...and has my heart wrapped around every last inch of her.

To the moon and back, sweet Emma Lillie.
xo, Mom

Monday, April 9, 2012

The year of Easter Explosion.

Two beautiful girls, two families, two weekends, two meals, two egg hunts, two magnificent Easter gatherings!


Are we doubly blessed in every way, or what?