Thursday, June 25, 2009

Best Daddy Award


My dad, Daddy, is the best dad in the world because he loves me and really knows how to wash the dishes and always gives me love. Every morning he makes breakfast and that makes me happy! Whenever I need rest, my dad always reads stories and he never does what's wrong...sometimes he does what's wrong, but he never makes dinner, that's for sure, unless Mommy is out of town. His biggest talent is telling pretend stories and he can do voices like no one else. One day I hope I can be a good Mommy just like him! I love when we have daddy-daughter date nights together because I feel special and happy just being around him. Whenever we go on vacations he takes good care of us and is the best dad around. I don't know how I'd do anything without him. I want him to know that he's the specialist dad because he's a very good dad.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Say Wha?

The other day the kids were calling their friend Caleb a 'Weenie'. They weren't doing it tauntingly, just being silly like when they rhyme words and make up things. Later at lunch they said it again and I had a chance to ask them about it:

L: Where did you guys get the word weenie from anyway?

A: The guy with the monkey mom!

L: (thinking) You mean Curious George?

A: (laughing) Nooooo!

L: Okay, well what guy with a monkey are you talking about?

A: You know, the guy with the monkey and the girl with the tiger!

L: (lots of thinking) Guy with a monkey and a girl with a tiger? What?

A: Yeah, the guy with a monkey and girl with a tiger!

L: (more thinking) You mean Aladdin?

A: Yeah! The guy with a monkey says weenie.

L: You mean GENIE?

A: Yeah the guy with a monkey and the Genie!

L: (laughing) Ohh, I see.

So, Caleb, after all they were just calling you a Genie. That's not so bad, eh?

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Mischevious Messes

I've been sick for the past few days which means the kids have had a little more 'unsupervised play time.' They generally play pretty well together, but all moms will agree that when they are playing quietly, THAT is when to be worried.

So the other day we had just given them each a new toy because of G learning to use the potty. We told him when he kept his pants dry all day we would get him a new toy. And A had helped him a lot along the way and had done a good job encouraging him as a big sister.

I was resting on the couch and they were playing in G's room. I thought they'd be occupied pretty well with their new toys and I heard them banging on closet doors and playing. It wasn't until I heard A say, "Now rub the baby powder all over too" that I jumped up from the couch and ran to see what they were up to.

They had found a bag of maternity clothes that had baby powder and also Lashinoh lanolin cream in it. G had rubbed the lanolin all over his tummy and A was putting it on a metal folding chair. If you don't know what lanolin is, just imagine Vaseline and you are on the right track. Very greasy and water resistant. Awesome. So I tried to wipe them off with a wipe but it wasn't working so I just put G in the tub and soaped him off. I didn't take a picture of that mess since the cream is mostly clear. However, I did get a chance to take a picture of another mess later on that day (aren't I lucky!?).

I put G down for his nap and then put A in her room for quiet time. She wanted to bead some necklaces so I cut her some string and gave her beads and asked her to stay quiet in her room until 3pm so I could lay down and rest. Around 3:15 she still wasn't out of her room so I thought, 'how sweet, she knows I'm not feeling good and she's letting me rest.' I was planning to tell her how proud I was that she stayed in her room the whole time and didn't wake me up. Well, I walked in and saw this...

Glitter, glue, and water. I really don't know why she thought adding water would help her picture.

I think the Lord allowed this to happen when I was sick because I didn't even have enough energy to get mad and react in anger. I just made her sit in my bathroom until I was finished cleaning it up.

These weren't the same day, but here are some other recent messes I had to take pictures of:

G loves to have 'water time' in the bathroom. Unfortunately I've had to say "This is a bathroom, not a waterpark!" more than once.

And they really love to find the baby powder high up on the shelf above the dresser.

Fortunately baby powder (without lanolin) isn't too hard to clean up, I just wipe it off and pat it around, and it actually leaves a nice smell in the carpet.

Isn't that an awesome baby powder hand print on the couch? Thanks Messy Kids!!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Did you know dishwashing detergent expires?

Me either.

But trust me, if it smells funny and you happened to get it from your Grandmother's house (who rarely used the dishwasher) and it could be 3-10 years old, just don't use it. Really. It's not worth it.

I started my dishwasher with the old liquid dishwashing detergent (not regular dish soap, I learned that lesson in college) and then started icing a cake. After icing the cake I went to put the knife in the sink and saw lots of bubbles. Then I turned around and saw this:

After a few shreaks and dancing around I turned off the dishwasher and then grabbed my camera (of course). Then did some google searching and found out that yes, dish washing detergent can go bad. Something about the liquid separating from the detergent agents or some kind of chemical reaction.

After googling some remedies I went back to figure out what to do. I realized the machine was still on the pre-wash cycle and hadn't even opened up the full detergent box. So I scooped all that out and tried starting it again.

Unfortunately there was still enough of the soap in the pre-wash part that bubbles still came pouring out of the bottom. I had to catch them with a couple of 9x13 pans that I had to keep emptying out and switching out.

So I stopped it again and took out the bottom rack and scooped as many bubbles as I could out and tried running the rest of the cycle out like that. Finally I got it all cleaned out.

Positives were that it happened during nap time (don't need to make the kitchen floor a kiddie water park thank you) and the floor did need to be mopped anyway. I tell ya, if it's not my kids making the mess it's me!

Monday, June 15, 2009

Rainy Days

I'm trying to be a good mommy and relax on rules and such and just let the kids be kids. Today we went on a bike ride and the wind was picking up and sky was threatening rain. But it didn't look too imminent so we went around the block. A wanted to say hi to a friend across the street so we went in her house for 2 or 3 minutes until her mom looked out and said it was raining. The bike was still out front and she let me borrow an umbrella. I couldn't hold both kids hands, the umbrella and push the bike home so I just told the kids to run quick across the street.

We all got a little wet and then I just decided to let them play out in the rain, what the heck. They thought it was AWESOME! They had a great time running and splashing in the gutters (and laying in them, which I wasn't thrilled about..eww). I was having a good time just watching them run back and forth in front of our house.

Ah, and when we got into the garage I helped them get undressed. While I went to get a towel I could see Grant needed to pee, but I'd told him not to come in the house while he was wet. So the poor fellow looked for somewhere he could pee and so he peed in Amelia's shoe. I'm not talking about standing and aiming for the shoe, he got down on the floor and peed in it. I stopped him mid-stream and just made him pee on the outdoor rug instead. I didn't know whether to laugh or what! Who pees in a shoe? Really?

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


My best friend's mom died last week. After thinking about how this was the third funeral I attended this year I started thinking, "Man, 2009 has been a bad year!" After saying that I thought of all the good things that have happened through this year through all the pain.

We've lost loved ones and now we face an uncertain future, we've had to deal with the junk of this world and the sin that so abounds here (in ourselves and in others). But through these difficult few months I've grown leaps in my relationship with God. As Kevin and I try to figure out what job He wants us to pursue for next year we've grown closer together and attacked the creeping separateness that encourages us to live parallel lives. Through the painful circumstances I understand more about the Bible, about life, and how to deal with difficulties. I've learned how to better endure hardships and pursue peace. I can relate to others who are going through hard times. I cannot insulate myself from pain so I must grow from it.

This year may have been a difficult year so far, but not a BAD one. A bad year would be one in which I sat on my bum, did nothing for God, and did not grow as a person or learn. I can pursue comfort or I can pursue God, not both. I can rate my year on how happy I've been or how holy I've become.

In the funerals that I've been to, one thing I'd thought about is that the person had fulfilled their purpose on earth. This encouraged me that those of us still living are not done with our purpose, we've still got work to do! A few weeks ago I mentioned how much I'd rather go and be with the Lord, but now I've realized that was selfish. I just wanted to be with the Lord because it would be easier and happier, to just get away from the problems and pains of this life.

I'm always telling pregnant moms not to be consumed in yearning for pregnancy to be over because there is a miracle inside of them. Once it is out it can't go back in! I also encourage engaged couples not to wish away the period of engagement. It's a special time of waiting and preparing for the wedding day that they'll never have again. Well, I need to take my own advice. I'm going to live the abundant life and see it as a precious gift, even though it'd be easier to be with Him. I guess death is similar to both of those things. We know it's going to happen, we just don't know exactly when. So my time here is like being engaged but not knowing when the wedding date is.

Well, heaven is not God's current plan for me so I need to live courageously, the way He wants me to live. I shouldn't just endure, I should Enjoy! Going through pain and waiting isn't something we would choose to do voluntarily, but when I'm faced with the choice of living a mediocre life of comfort or a brilliant life with pain, I'd choose the latter.