My convo with my youngest daughter on the way home from preschool today:
"Hi sweetie! How was school today?"
"Well, Minnie Mouse came to our classroom today!"
"Really? Like a stuffed animal?"
"Nooo, like a person."
"Oh. Someone dressed up as Minnie Mouse?"
"There were two Minnie Mouses and three Mickey Mouses. . .(unintelligible mumbling). . .in the Bible story."
"Mickey Mouse was in the Bible Story???"
"Jesus loves you!", followed by a quiet rendition of Jesus Loves Me, This I Know.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Just the two of us
My husband and I just returned home from a beautiful trip to San Diego. A few thoughts from the trip:
1. The beaches are uh-maze-ing. Gorgeous and enormous. We walked, relaxed, read and just plain took it all in.
2. San Diego offers many and various kinds of fish tacos. I think it is safe to say that we sampled each and every one. We literally had seafood at every single meal. And we didn't feel like it was repetitive. So either we are incredibly monotonous, or the chefs were all unique. I'm going with the latter, whether it's true or not.
3. My husband is marvelous. Spending so much time together without the constant interruptions we have at home was priceless.
4. My parents are troopers. Five kids, countless activities, a few minor meltdowns, a semi-sick child and five days. And they survived! And said they'd do it again sometime - but not for a little while!
1. The beaches are uh-maze-ing. Gorgeous and enormous. We walked, relaxed, read and just plain took it all in.
2. San Diego offers many and various kinds of fish tacos. I think it is safe to say that we sampled each and every one. We literally had seafood at every single meal. And we didn't feel like it was repetitive. So either we are incredibly monotonous, or the chefs were all unique. I'm going with the latter, whether it's true or not.
3. My husband is marvelous. Spending so much time together without the constant interruptions we have at home was priceless.
4. My parents are troopers. Five kids, countless activities, a few minor meltdowns, a semi-sick child and five days. And they survived! And said they'd do it again sometime - but not for a little while!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Fall combo
I had to (read: got to) run a bunch of errands today. On shopping days, I am in my element. I feel that all is right with the world.
How sad is that?
Anyway, it was an enjoyable day for me and my little assistant. The sun tried to shine much of the day, and the trees were ablaze with color. As I drove, I glanced down and saw this:
How sad is that?
Anyway, it was an enjoyable day for me and my little assistant. The sun tried to shine much of the day, and the trees were ablaze with color. As I drove, I glanced down and saw this:
And it just made me happy. The color combo shouted out, "It's fall!" And crisp, cool air, fall colors, leaves a-changin', and shopping all together made for a lovely day.
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
~John Burroughs
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Mammamilk - The Morning Edition
Here's a rundown of our morning. Enjoy.
6:50 I come downstairs in plenty of time to start breakfast, so I decide to make pancakes. All is good, all is smooth, everyone is happy.
7:00 Pancakes on the table, kids shuffling in to start eating.
7:10 My husband comes in and we remember that he has to take my van instead of his car to school today (all five kids can't fit in his uber-cool Sportage, so they must take my not-so-uber-cool Astro van). Rapidly we realize this causes problems - he needs to keep it all day because of a field trip he is going on - and his car doesn't have a car seat for K for her midday pick up. We resolve this crisis.
7:12 Child going on field trip complains that the Sportage will not be the mode of transportation. I attempt to point out the Astro's fine features. Child does not buy it. The Sportage is cooler - no getting around it.
7:13 I divulge that my van doesn't have enough gas for the field trip. This puts my husband into high gear and me into drill sergeant mode with the children.
7:18 I continue prodding the children - "GO, GO, GO! You have to get gas before school!"
7:23 The kids are almost ready to get in the van. . .except one. I go to the stairs to tell him to come down, to hear --
7:25 "I fell into the toilet!!", followed by hysterical crying.
7:26 Suppressing the urge to bang my head against the wall, but permitting the urge to roll my eyes and sigh, I go upstairs to investigate.
7:27 Sure enough, the boy is soaked - entire uniform must be scrapped. I help him-who-is-still-hysterically-crying clean up and change into new clothes, while saying things like "I am 39 years old. I have never fallen into a toilet. How did this happen?"
7:28 I listen to his explanation ("I was going to sit down! I didn't know it was open!") and try to be understanding. I may or may not have succeeded in this.
7:30 Get the child in new clothes (after trying two different pairs of undies and two pants, because the first set was bunchy) and send him downstairs and into the van.
7:32 I go turn on the van to see just how much gas there is left. Report to my husband, who says, "Oh, that'll be enough to get us there - I can get some after I take the kids to school."
7:33 Watch them drive away, shut the door and have a drink. Oh, okay. It was a drink of water.
So! How was your morning?
6:50 I come downstairs in plenty of time to start breakfast, so I decide to make pancakes. All is good, all is smooth, everyone is happy.
7:00 Pancakes on the table, kids shuffling in to start eating.
7:10 My husband comes in and we remember that he has to take my van instead of his car to school today (all five kids can't fit in his uber-cool Sportage, so they must take my not-so-uber-cool Astro van). Rapidly we realize this causes problems - he needs to keep it all day because of a field trip he is going on - and his car doesn't have a car seat for K for her midday pick up. We resolve this crisis.
7:12 Child going on field trip complains that the Sportage will not be the mode of transportation. I attempt to point out the Astro's fine features. Child does not buy it. The Sportage is cooler - no getting around it.
7:13 I divulge that my van doesn't have enough gas for the field trip. This puts my husband into high gear and me into drill sergeant mode with the children.
7:18 I continue prodding the children - "GO, GO, GO! You have to get gas before school!"
7:23 The kids are almost ready to get in the van. . .except one. I go to the stairs to tell him to come down, to hear --
7:25 "I fell into the toilet!!", followed by hysterical crying.
7:26 Suppressing the urge to bang my head against the wall, but permitting the urge to roll my eyes and sigh, I go upstairs to investigate.
7:27 Sure enough, the boy is soaked - entire uniform must be scrapped. I help him-who-is-still-hysterically-crying clean up and change into new clothes, while saying things like "I am 39 years old. I have never fallen into a toilet. How did this happen?"
7:28 I listen to his explanation ("I was going to sit down! I didn't know it was open!") and try to be understanding. I may or may not have succeeded in this.
7:30 Get the child in new clothes (after trying two different pairs of undies and two pants, because the first set was bunchy) and send him downstairs and into the van.
7:32 I go turn on the van to see just how much gas there is left. Report to my husband, who says, "Oh, that'll be enough to get us there - I can get some after I take the kids to school."
7:33 Watch them drive away, shut the door and have a drink. Oh, okay. It was a drink of water.
So! How was your morning?
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Musings at the foot of the cross
Today while waiting for my children to get out of school, my little three year old and I sat in the office. Soon she was looking at the brochure about our church and school, which had a picture of Jesus on the cross. She spent several seconds looking at the picture thoughtfully, then --
"Mommy, why does Jesus have blood? Why does he have owies?"
"Jesus needs a bandaid, Mommy!"
"Is he all better now?"
"Poor Jesus!"
"I am here for you, Jesus!"
"Jesus is in my heart, Mommy."
I answered as best I could, in terms she could understand, but truly, I was more caught up in just listening to her faith, growing by leaps and bounds. She gets it - at age three, that Jesus loves her and lives in her heart.
Joy.
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