Last night, Millie woke up in the middle of the night and came into our room. I scooped her up and laid her in the bed next to me, not because I wanted to cuddle but because I was tired and that was easier than getting up and putting her back in her own bed.
I had just drifted off when Millie rolled over, gave me a big kiss, and said, "Mama, you're my beeeest friend!"
True, this job has awful pay, and yes, the hours are lousy; but man, the fringe benefits are out of this world!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
Happy Halloween!
Today the kids and I went to a Halloween party at Yvette's house and had a lot of fun! There were around 10 to 15 kids there, and each mom was responsible for coming up with one activity for the kids to do. By the time the day was over, they had decorated fall cookies with icing and sprinkles, bobbed for apples, made a Halloween candy necklace, and carved jack-o-lanterns while listening to a story about the way God cleans out our insides so His light can shine in us. Fun day!
Tonight, however, is the biggie. As a rule, we don't take our kids trick-or-treating. I wish I could say it's because I don't want to flirt with anything that is in any way connected to evil, but the truth is, we don't take our kids trick-or-treating because I end up feeling judged by other Christians for doing it! (Honestly, is it that bad to dress them up as ballerinas or angels and let someone put candy in their buckets?) So this year, I'm breaking out of my mold, refusing to give in to Christian peer pressure, allowing my convictions to come from the Holy Spirit rather than other people . . . yeah, yeah, yeah . . . long story short, we're going trick-or-treating!
Tonight, however, is the biggie. As a rule, we don't take our kids trick-or-treating. I wish I could say it's because I don't want to flirt with anything that is in any way connected to evil, but the truth is, we don't take our kids trick-or-treating because I end up feeling judged by other Christians for doing it! (Honestly, is it that bad to dress them up as ballerinas or angels and let someone put candy in their buckets?) So this year, I'm breaking out of my mold, refusing to give in to Christian peer pressure, allowing my convictions to come from the Holy Spirit rather than other people . . . yeah, yeah, yeah . . . long story short, we're going trick-or-treating!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Silly Millie
When I was picking up last night, this is what I found in Millie's closet:
So I called her back to her room and very gently asked her, "Millie, when Mommy tells you to put your shoes and socks away at night, have you been putting them here?"
"Yeah."
"They don't go here, Sweetie. Your socks go in the hamper."
So this is what I found when I went to do a load of laundry this morning:
So I called her back to her room and very gently asked her, "Millie, when Mommy tells you to put your shoes and socks away at night, have you been putting them here?"
"Yeah."
"They don't go here, Sweetie. Your socks go in the hamper."
So this is what I found when I went to do a load of laundry this morning:
Monday, October 27, 2008
Dd Dinosaur
Today we finished our Dd Dinosaur unit. This unit was loads of fun! I mean, c'mon, what kid doesn't like dinosaurs?!
We started off our unit by reading several non-fiction books about dinosaurs. Books we got from the library. The public library. Books that mention the awful, dreaded "e" word. "You mean you taught your child about evolution?!" Of course I did! How else is she going to know how to defend it if she doesn't know it's out there?! But I also have to add that we read a remarkable book written by John Morris and Ken Hamm called What Really Happened to the Dinosaurs, which did a most excellent job of presenting the science in the context of the Scriptures, which is exactly the way I'm convinced God wants it to be done. Okay. . . thanks for letting me borrow your soap box. You can have it back now.
So what exactly did I teach Hannah during our dinosaur unit? Well, we looked at Genesis 1:20-26, first of all, to see exactly when God made these creatures. Then we looked at pictures of all different kinds of dinosaurs to get an idea of the creativity He displayed when he made them! We talked about the environments they lived in, the kinds of food they may have eaten, whether they flew or walked, etc. We also spent some time talking about paleontology, which really piqued Hannah's interest.
We spent a lot of time studying the bodies of the dinosaurs to see what unique traits they had. Some of them had bony plates; others had pointed tails; still others had sharp spiny bones protruding from their heads or their backs. After we looked at all of the details, Hannah chose her favorite dinosaurs and we drew pictures of them. Correction: After we looked at all of the details, Hannah chose her favorite dinosaurs and started drawing pictures of them but whined so much about how she hates to draw that I finally handed her the Play-Doh and told her to start sculpting them so that I could finish the drawing part in peace. Here are a few pictures of our finished projects.
This is a Tyrannosaurus. Hannah drew the picture and sculpted the dinosaur completely on her own!
This is a Rhamphorhynchus. (Say that three times quickly!) Hannah drew the picture, and I sculpted the body.
This is a Plesiosaurus. I was quite proud of Hannah for noticing that he must have lived in the water because he has flippers like a sea turtle. I drew this one, and Hannah sculpted it.
And this is a Styracosaurus. I drew it, and we sculpted it together.
We spent some time talking about the fossils paleontologists have found and how they put them together like a puzzle to see what the dinosaurs might have looked like when they were alive. We went outside and measured 110 feet, which is the length of the Ultrasaurus, one of the longest dinosaurs. She really, really, really loved this activity because (1) she got to play with Greg's tape measure, which she thoroughly enjoys for some odd reason, and (2) she was able to understand its mammoth size when she could see that its tail was at one end of her driveway and its head was almost to her neighbor's house.
Hannah's special words to remember this week were "Big and small, God made them all." (Again, no picture of Hannah wearing the badge. I'll have to work on that! But here's a picture of the badge so you can see what it looks like.)
Her curriculum is focusing pretty heavily right now on God as Creator, which thrills me to no end. As we go through our units throughout the rest of Kindergarten, it's so important for her to understand that everything we study was created by God. Not to mention the fact that there's no better way to understand your own worth than to realize that you were created! You're not just some random accident; you're not here by chance. Somebody loved you enough to form you in your mother's womb! I pray that Hannah and Camille will understand that, and even more that that knowledge will give their lives purpose.
Praising the Author of Life,
We started off our unit by reading several non-fiction books about dinosaurs. Books we got from the library. The public library. Books that mention the awful, dreaded "e" word. "You mean you taught your child about evolution?!" Of course I did! How else is she going to know how to defend it if she doesn't know it's out there?! But I also have to add that we read a remarkable book written by John Morris and Ken Hamm called What Really Happened to the Dinosaurs, which did a most excellent job of presenting the science in the context of the Scriptures, which is exactly the way I'm convinced God wants it to be done. Okay. . . thanks for letting me borrow your soap box. You can have it back now.
So what exactly did I teach Hannah during our dinosaur unit? Well, we looked at Genesis 1:20-26, first of all, to see exactly when God made these creatures. Then we looked at pictures of all different kinds of dinosaurs to get an idea of the creativity He displayed when he made them! We talked about the environments they lived in, the kinds of food they may have eaten, whether they flew or walked, etc. We also spent some time talking about paleontology, which really piqued Hannah's interest.
We spent a lot of time studying the bodies of the dinosaurs to see what unique traits they had. Some of them had bony plates; others had pointed tails; still others had sharp spiny bones protruding from their heads or their backs. After we looked at all of the details, Hannah chose her favorite dinosaurs and we drew pictures of them. Correction: After we looked at all of the details, Hannah chose her favorite dinosaurs and started drawing pictures of them but whined so much about how she hates to draw that I finally handed her the Play-Doh and told her to start sculpting them so that I could finish the drawing part in peace. Here are a few pictures of our finished projects.
This is a Tyrannosaurus. Hannah drew the picture and sculpted the dinosaur completely on her own!
This is a Rhamphorhynchus. (Say that three times quickly!) Hannah drew the picture, and I sculpted the body.
This is a Plesiosaurus. I was quite proud of Hannah for noticing that he must have lived in the water because he has flippers like a sea turtle. I drew this one, and Hannah sculpted it.
And this is a Styracosaurus. I drew it, and we sculpted it together.
We spent some time talking about the fossils paleontologists have found and how they put them together like a puzzle to see what the dinosaurs might have looked like when they were alive. We went outside and measured 110 feet, which is the length of the Ultrasaurus, one of the longest dinosaurs. She really, really, really loved this activity because (1) she got to play with Greg's tape measure, which she thoroughly enjoys for some odd reason, and (2) she was able to understand its mammoth size when she could see that its tail was at one end of her driveway and its head was almost to her neighbor's house.
Hannah's special words to remember this week were "Big and small, God made them all." (Again, no picture of Hannah wearing the badge. I'll have to work on that! But here's a picture of the badge so you can see what it looks like.)
Her curriculum is focusing pretty heavily right now on God as Creator, which thrills me to no end. As we go through our units throughout the rest of Kindergarten, it's so important for her to understand that everything we study was created by God. Not to mention the fact that there's no better way to understand your own worth than to realize that you were created! You're not just some random accident; you're not here by chance. Somebody loved you enough to form you in your mother's womb! I pray that Hannah and Camille will understand that, and even more that that knowledge will give their lives purpose.
Praising the Author of Life,
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Unexpected answer to prayer
This afternoon, Hannah went outside to play for awhile. After a few minutes, she came back inside, yelling, "Mom, look what Mrs. Donna gave me!" She had gone to visit our new next door neighbors, and in her hands she held a stack of books, coloring books, and school boxes filled with crayons.
"She gave those to you?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Gave them to you to keep, or gave them to you to play with while you were over there?"
"Gave them to me to keep!"
Confident that Hannah had misunderstood, we walked next door to clear things up and return the stolen goods. Sure enough, Hannah knew what she was talking about. (Why do I always seem to doubt her???)
Anyway, after we determined that she really had intended for Hannah to keep the armful of treasures, Donna said, "So you homeschool her?"
Gulp. Almost immediately, my palms began to sweat, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and the wings of a million butterflies simultaneously began to flutter inside my stomach.
"I do." I heard the words calmly and confidently come out of my mouth, but they didn't match the emotions in my heart. My heart was crying out to her, "Please, please don't judge me!" Oftentimes I feel the need to justify our decision to homeschool, but this time I didn't. In fact, I didn't say anything else. And neither did she. There was just silence.
I was trying to guess what thoughts might be going through her head. Maybe she was imagining how terribly "unsocialized" Hannah would be from not being in a room full of 20 other 5-year-olds five days a week. Maybe she was wondering if I was planning on doing this "forever." Maybe she was thinking that I was arrogant for assuming I was better qualified to teach my child than someone "with proper training," or even worse that we were in a cult or were child abusers. The silence was killing me.
Then she said, "I did, too."
"What?!" I asked, shocked.
"I did, too. I pulled my son out when he was in 3rd grade and homeschooled him all the way through graduation."
So this is how God answered my prayer! That house was vacant for over a year, and I prayed the entire time that God would send a family with young children to live there. "And God," I pleaded with Him, "I'd really love it if you could make it a homeschool family so my kids can play with their kids during the day!" But then Donna and Jay moved in, empty nest and all. "Thanks a lot, God," I thought, disappointed. "Glad to know you got my back on that one." But today, it all made sense.
I thought I knew exactly what I needed, but God knew so much better. He knew I didn't need a peer to "figure it all out" with, but rather a mentor who had already walked this path before me and could be a voice of wisdom and experience. Someone who could offer a sympathetic and understanding shoulder to cry on when I have a rotten day. Someone who could be encouraging and supportive and say, "You're doing great. Keep it up!"
I thought I knew. But He knew best.
O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you. If only you would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloodthirsty men! They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name. Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD, and abhor those who rise up against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies. Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. ~Psalm 139
Praising God that He does know our hearts, even better than we do!
"She gave those to you?" I asked.
"Yeah!"
"Gave them to you to keep, or gave them to you to play with while you were over there?"
"Gave them to me to keep!"
Confident that Hannah had misunderstood, we walked next door to clear things up and return the stolen goods. Sure enough, Hannah knew what she was talking about. (Why do I always seem to doubt her???)
Anyway, after we determined that she really had intended for Hannah to keep the armful of treasures, Donna said, "So you homeschool her?"
Gulp. Almost immediately, my palms began to sweat, the hair on the back of my neck stood up, and the wings of a million butterflies simultaneously began to flutter inside my stomach.
"I do." I heard the words calmly and confidently come out of my mouth, but they didn't match the emotions in my heart. My heart was crying out to her, "Please, please don't judge me!" Oftentimes I feel the need to justify our decision to homeschool, but this time I didn't. In fact, I didn't say anything else. And neither did she. There was just silence.
I was trying to guess what thoughts might be going through her head. Maybe she was imagining how terribly "unsocialized" Hannah would be from not being in a room full of 20 other 5-year-olds five days a week. Maybe she was wondering if I was planning on doing this "forever." Maybe she was thinking that I was arrogant for assuming I was better qualified to teach my child than someone "with proper training," or even worse that we were in a cult or were child abusers. The silence was killing me.
Then she said, "I did, too."
"What?!" I asked, shocked.
"I did, too. I pulled my son out when he was in 3rd grade and homeschooled him all the way through graduation."
So this is how God answered my prayer! That house was vacant for over a year, and I prayed the entire time that God would send a family with young children to live there. "And God," I pleaded with Him, "I'd really love it if you could make it a homeschool family so my kids can play with their kids during the day!" But then Donna and Jay moved in, empty nest and all. "Thanks a lot, God," I thought, disappointed. "Glad to know you got my back on that one." But today, it all made sense.
I thought I knew exactly what I needed, but God knew so much better. He knew I didn't need a peer to "figure it all out" with, but rather a mentor who had already walked this path before me and could be a voice of wisdom and experience. Someone who could offer a sympathetic and understanding shoulder to cry on when I have a rotten day. Someone who could be encouraging and supportive and say, "You're doing great. Keep it up!"
I thought I knew. But He knew best.
O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence? If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast. If I say, "Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me," even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you. If only you would slay the wicked, O God! Away from me, you bloodthirsty men! They speak of you with evil intent; your adversaries misuse your name. Do I not hate those who hate you, O LORD, and abhor those who rise up against you? I have nothing but hatred for them; I count them my enemies. Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting. ~Psalm 139
Praising God that He does know our hearts, even better than we do!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
A daughter's first love
Greg had a game tonight, so it was just the girls and me at bedtime. When it was my turn to pray, I spent a couple of minutes praying for the girls' future husands. After I finished praying, Hannah said, "When I grow up, I'm gonna marry Daddy."
Sorry, Hannah-Boo! Daddy's taken! But I pray you find someone just like him! Someone who loves the Lord and seeks to walk in His ways. Someone who loves his family and is a wonderful leader. Someone who has an amazing work ethic and is always willing to help others. Someone who is so amazingly strong and yet such a gentle giant. Someone who is courteous, trustworthy, respectful, considerate, and tenderhearted.
Daddy's taken, Sweetie; but if that's who you have your eyes on, then you're looking at a wonderful model!
Sorry, Hannah-Boo! Daddy's taken! But I pray you find someone just like him! Someone who loves the Lord and seeks to walk in His ways. Someone who loves his family and is a wonderful leader. Someone who has an amazing work ethic and is always willing to help others. Someone who is so amazingly strong and yet such a gentle giant. Someone who is courteous, trustworthy, respectful, considerate, and tenderhearted.
Daddy's taken, Sweetie; but if that's who you have your eyes on, then you're looking at a wonderful model!
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