It's Sunday evening. Eleven o'clock. You'd think that'd I'd be folding laundry, getting ready for another day of work tomorrow, or even sleeping in bed. No, I just walked in the door with my 2 year old. We just returned from the Children's Hospital Emergency room. Why? you ask. Diagnosis.... foreign object in the left nostril. Yes, my child shoved something up his nose. We couldn't tell exactly what it was. He said "mommy, crayon, my nose." It wasn't a crayon. It looked like a band-aid. Whatever it was it had the stench of decaying matter. That was part of how the story started.
Jeremy and I came home from our weekend trip and Chops smelled funny. We thought that maybe his teeth hadn't been brushed. We brushed his teeth and then gave him a bath. He still smelled funny. Just as Jeremy was brushing his teeth getting him ready to be tucked in, Chops said, "Crayon, my nose." I grabbed a flashlight, Jeremy held him, and there it was. So I was off to the emergency room. Exactly where I wanted to be for almost 3 hours on a Sunday night.
I guess it's just what happens when you're the mom of a 2 year old boy.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Wordless Wednesday
Saw this while doing dishes one Saturday afternoon. I guess my baffle wasn't high enough. He had the gall to jump up right in front of me.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
It's been a while
11 days. It's been eleven days since my last post. For a long time I was posting at least 3-4 times a week. The Christmas season hit, and it feels like a lifetime since I've posted. So much has happened in eleven days. Now my crisis is where do I begin?
Last Friday Monkey had a field trip that I was able to chaperone. Jeremy and I both went and met his class at the Winter Wonderland. It was quite a display. They were able to see a live Nativity, complete with all of the stable animals including camels and donkeys. The kids had a blast, and I enjoyed seeing how much my little boy is growing by listening to his teachers, following directions, and being part of a class.
Last Saturday we sojourned out to fell our Christmas tree. Before we trekked out to the farm we stopped by my school for a visit with the man in red. The boys each saw Santa and told them what they would like for Christmas. After that we drove out with snacks in the van and headed out to cut down our tree. We arrived at about 12 and searched for about 1 hour. The weather couldn't have been better. There was a chill in the air - perfect for Christmas tree hunting. The sun was shining, the sky blue, and the energy in the air was filled with the excitement of Christmas. Monkeyman helped Jeremy cut down the tree. Chops ran around in the fields, and mom got pictures for the Christmas card. It was a Christmas miracle - everyone looked at the camera for the picture! Praise the LORD!
Today, after having a quick lunch of leftovers we were preparing to put the boys down for a nap. Jeremy was already putting Monkey down in his bed. Chops was finishing his food. When his bowl was empty he put it on top of his head. I was away from the table and spotted him. I guess he was trying to be accepting of all faiths, and decided to see how it would feel to be Jewish. It was one of those "so proud" moments. I couldn't pass up the photo opportunity - however gave him a stern talking to afterward about not putting dishes on his head.
Oy vey!
So that, in a nutshell, has been the past eleven days. So much more has happened there is not enough time or space on the computer to tell. I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I just gave my fingers a much needed rest. Now - it's on to blogging the rest of December.
Last Friday Monkey had a field trip that I was able to chaperone. Jeremy and I both went and met his class at the Winter Wonderland. It was quite a display. They were able to see a live Nativity, complete with all of the stable animals including camels and donkeys. The kids had a blast, and I enjoyed seeing how much my little boy is growing by listening to his teachers, following directions, and being part of a class.
Last Saturday we sojourned out to fell our Christmas tree. Before we trekked out to the farm we stopped by my school for a visit with the man in red. The boys each saw Santa and told them what they would like for Christmas. After that we drove out with snacks in the van and headed out to cut down our tree. We arrived at about 12 and searched for about 1 hour. The weather couldn't have been better. There was a chill in the air - perfect for Christmas tree hunting. The sun was shining, the sky blue, and the energy in the air was filled with the excitement of Christmas. Monkeyman helped Jeremy cut down the tree. Chops ran around in the fields, and mom got pictures for the Christmas card. It was a Christmas miracle - everyone looked at the camera for the picture! Praise the LORD!
Today, after having a quick lunch of leftovers we were preparing to put the boys down for a nap. Jeremy was already putting Monkey down in his bed. Chops was finishing his food. When his bowl was empty he put it on top of his head. I was away from the table and spotted him. I guess he was trying to be accepting of all faiths, and decided to see how it would feel to be Jewish. It was one of those "so proud" moments. I couldn't pass up the photo opportunity - however gave him a stern talking to afterward about not putting dishes on his head.
Oy vey!
So that, in a nutshell, has been the past eleven days. So much more has happened there is not enough time or space on the computer to tell. I haven't fallen off the face of the earth. I just gave my fingers a much needed rest. Now - it's on to blogging the rest of December.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
December 3rd
This afternoon the boys opened day three of the advent calendar. Today's item was a sheep. Jesus used sheep to describe people many times in Scripture. Sheep are dumb animals. They can die of thirst and be less than 10 yards from a watering hole because they don't smell water. They often become lost and are prone to wander. The only thing that keeps them alive is their shepherd. The shepherd's job is to tend and care for the sheep. He loves his sheep. The sheep also love their shepherd. They are familiar with his voice. He calls them and they follow him. They know that he cares for them and will protect them. Without the shepherd the sheep will face certain death.
Isa. 53:6
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
All we like sheep have gone astray;
We have turned, every one, to his own way;
And the LORD has laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
December 2nd
Okay - so December 2nd is actually posted on the third. Sorry - we got behind. On the second the boys opened the door and found a shepherd. Among the poorest of society at the time, they had an undesirable job... keeping sheep. How appropriate that the Good Shepherd would be announced by heavenly hosts to these poor of society. Jesus came for lowly people - not very high on the status ladder. He came for those who may have been forgotten or looked down upon by the elite. They were among the first to hear the Good News directly from the voice of a heavenly chorus. What an amazing sight that must have been. Imagine, minding your own business in a field with the sheep, away from city lights. Suddenly a light so bright that you have no other choice but to shield your eyes appears. You receive news from the Almighty that His Son has been born this night to save the world. What JOY!
John 10:11 I am the Good Shepherd. The Good Shepherd gives His life for the sheep.
Monday, December 1, 2008
December 1st
Today we started our Advent calendar. The boys were eager to open all of the doors, although each day we are to only open one. Ah, the excited anticipation of young boys. This month will be a running record of our daily calendar. Watch with us as we open doors and add characters, animals, and heavenly hosts to our calendar, and wait with us in anticipation of an infant King.
Praise Him, sun and moon; Praise Him, all you stars of light! Psalm 148:3
Saturday, November 29, 2008
A Visit from Friends & Pizza Production
Because of the Thanksgiving holiday some friends came down from their new home out west to visit family. During this weekend they stopped by to pay us a visit. Boy were my boys excited. They couldn't wait for their long lost friends to come to our house to play and have lunch.
They arrived, played, ate, and left all too quickly. In between herding children, making sure children were eating, and assuring that children weren't too wild and hurting each other, we actually got part of a conversation in ourselves. I guess we'll just have to finish it later. All in all, everyone had a great time, although the visit was way too short. We made plans to visit again when they come in for Christmas. We can't wait.
After they left the boys went down for a nap. While they were down I went shopping by myself to begin gathering Christmas gifts and a few baby shower gifts for a friend. It was fun to go out, but I was by myself and longed for the company of a friend. There was none to be had. My mom and sister were together shopping, and all the friends that are so close to my heart were far away by distance. So alas I took to my shopping alone.
My last stop was the grocery store to pick up a few things, which quickly turned into a weekly shopping trip. I HATE grocery shopping. I would do one trip for 5 months if I could. Yuck. Anyway - I was trying to figure out what to have for dinner, which is a constant nagging question in my house. I get stuck in the "What are we gonna have tonight?" rut. Toward the end of my trip I had a brilliant idea. Make your own french bread pizzas! Assembly line production at its best!
As soon as I got home and put the groceries away, the boys washed their hands and sat at the table. We explained the concept and the goal. They had a ball. Dad's job was to put on the sauce. Monkey did the cheese. Chopsy did the pepperoni, and I put on the mushrooms. Everyone's pizza was different, but oh so yummy. They boys had a blast and really enjoyed it. Monkey asked when we could do it again. Chopsy kept eating the pepperoni from the bag AND off of the pizzas.
We finished off the night with a popcorn party and a video - The Easter Carol... Monkey's choice. We tried to encourage The Star of Christmas - but he was set on the Easter Carol. Oh well.
They arrived, played, ate, and left all too quickly. In between herding children, making sure children were eating, and assuring that children weren't too wild and hurting each other, we actually got part of a conversation in ourselves. I guess we'll just have to finish it later. All in all, everyone had a great time, although the visit was way too short. We made plans to visit again when they come in for Christmas. We can't wait.
After they left the boys went down for a nap. While they were down I went shopping by myself to begin gathering Christmas gifts and a few baby shower gifts for a friend. It was fun to go out, but I was by myself and longed for the company of a friend. There was none to be had. My mom and sister were together shopping, and all the friends that are so close to my heart were far away by distance. So alas I took to my shopping alone.
My last stop was the grocery store to pick up a few things, which quickly turned into a weekly shopping trip. I HATE grocery shopping. I would do one trip for 5 months if I could. Yuck. Anyway - I was trying to figure out what to have for dinner, which is a constant nagging question in my house. I get stuck in the "What are we gonna have tonight?" rut. Toward the end of my trip I had a brilliant idea. Make your own french bread pizzas! Assembly line production at its best!
As soon as I got home and put the groceries away, the boys washed their hands and sat at the table. We explained the concept and the goal. They had a ball. Dad's job was to put on the sauce. Monkey did the cheese. Chopsy did the pepperoni, and I put on the mushrooms. Everyone's pizza was different, but oh so yummy. They boys had a blast and really enjoyed it. Monkey asked when we could do it again. Chopsy kept eating the pepperoni from the bag AND off of the pizzas.
We finished off the night with a popcorn party and a video - The Easter Carol... Monkey's choice. We tried to encourage The Star of Christmas - but he was set on the Easter Carol. Oh well.
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