Monday, February 23, 2015

it's a quiet night

Everyone else is in bed. As they should be. It's 10:00. But I'm up waiting on sheets to dry because I forgot about them in the strains of the day. I do have two other sets of bed sheets I could use, but they've been used as forts and oceans and parachutes and robes and any number of things to Pirate's imagination in the last couple weeks. They're likely covered in dog hair and snot and who knows what else.

It's been a rough go in our house as far as keeping kids entertained. We've been passing around a cold that is bad enough that politeness requires us to keep away from others, but not bad enough to slow us down much. So I have a four year old who has missed FAR too many days of school, who is restless and bored. It's a bad situation.

In the mean time, Little Man is nearly walking! It's adorable to watch. He stands and claps for himself, takes a few steps, falls, claps for himself, and tries again.

On that note... I think I'll check out what Netflix has to offer while I finish waiting. My brain is tired.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

a quiet sunday afternoon

Church was canceled, again, thanks to extra wintery weather. I would have been more upset by this if I wasn't an assigned speaker today. It would be better if I got out of speaking entirely, but as it sits they said to just plan on speaking next week instead. Oh the joy.

In other news, Pirate can now completely get himself dressed for playing in the snow. Snow pants, coat, hat, gloves, everything on his own without tears and without help. It's kind of a big day. I think I might celebrate with some chocolate as soon as I manage to pry myself from this chair.

Pirate is outside with the dog, playing in the massive amounts of snow in our backyard. He's been playing outside a lot lately since the dog will play outside with him. Little Guy is watching through our sliding glass door, pounding on the panes and whining a bit. I know he wants to be out there but it is quite cold and I don't have anything warm enough to dress him in, so he has to console himself by digging though the toy bins (located in front of the window) and empty them by tossing one toy at a time. I have a mess of toys to clean later, but he's happy for the moment so we'll roll with it.

The washer is humming.

I've got three projects beckoning.

There is nothing exceptionally noteworthy in this day or even this week. Yesterday, Valentine's Day, we were more or less snowed in. The winds made visibility low, so we lounged around in pajamas watching Netflix for most of the day.

*Yawn*

I need to stand and stretch and while I have a minute of no-demands address the out-of-control laundry situation going on in my bedroom. If cleanliness in next to godliness I am in some serious trouble.

Friday, February 13, 2015

january recap

snow.
snow.
snow.
PLAY DATE! YAY!
school.
school.
school.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick me.
sick me.
sick me.
sick husband.
sick husband.
sick husband.
WE GOT A DOG!!
snow.
snow.
snow.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick other kid.
sick me.
sick me.
sick me.


Monday, January 5, 2015

the ball was dropped

I don't mean the one in Time Square. I mean all the things in my life just mysteriously got shoved aside once December hit. The first week and a half or so was spent passing around this annoying cold that left the kiddos all cruddy. Then, around the 15th I'd say I was looking at the calendar and had this "Crap! Christmas is in ten days!" moment, and then suddenly I had all these things I needed to do, traditions to cross off the list, etc. and etc. THEN, the day after Christmas I came out of whatever holiday stupor of madness I'd been living under to suddenly notice all the excess stuff I have cluttering my house. I've been in a strong de-junk mode every since. I've gone through every drawer in the house, my closet, my desk, my inbox, my photos, and still on the list: hall & bedroom closets, and the toys. The toys. They are out of control. Grandmas and Grandpas and Aunts and Uncles completely spoil my children at Christmas. Pirate made out like a pirate. Truly. On Sunday we sang, "Because I have been given much, I too must give." and I am taking that to heart! I have three full bags ready to be donated and I am anticipating at least that many more before weeks end.

And that's all.

Friday, December 5, 2014

i was going to post tonight

In fact, I was writing it in my head all afternoon. I got around to one of my Pinterest crafts. It was going smoothly. I was taking pictures and feeling all Martha-ish. And, by the time the craft was done I had a nice little review going, in my head. I wanted to write it all out right now, but two things have happened. One I have a crying baby who hasn't left me alone since early evening. Even now, he's crying at my feet. Two, I can't think of even one of those pre-composed sentences. SO. Maybe another day.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

the book of mormon book club, chapter eight


1 Nephi, Chapter 8: The Tree of Life


 

Let’s begin with the first 9 verses.

 

Did anyone else notice that after hours of traveling in darkness, the scene for Nephi didn’t change until he had begun to pray? Maybe he didn’t think to pray sooner because he was in the middle of a vision? I don’t know because one, I’m obviously not Nephi and two, I don’t have visions –but this I do know, prayer is powerful and it can change everything.

 

Now, let’s plow through the rest of the chapter –all of it- and then wax artistic.

 

Draw the full scene below.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


Now, I hope you bothered to draw it all out because now I’d like for you to draw yourself into the picture.

 

Where did you put yourself?

  

 

 

 

    Recently I was given the challenge to write down how I spent my time every day for a week. After the week a few things really stood out to me. One, I spend way too much time in my car. Two, I don’t spend near enough time in scripture study, and three: my life is so routine that unless I make deliberate, quality time for my child and for my husband it doesn’t happen.

     My point is that I am always hopping around from here to there to the next place. As much as I’d like to claim that I am perpetually standing under that tree, eating the pure, white fruit the fact of the matter is that I’m not. I’m more often found clinging to that rod. Or wandering in mists. Or standing in that great and spacious building. Here is an opinion of mine. Anytime we’re judging someone else, or thinking we’re better than someone else, or having mocking feelings or thoughts towards another child of God, we can be pretty sure we’re standing in the building and not under the tree.

 

Now for fun, and so we don’t feel too bad about our weaknesses, let’s focus on verses 30 and 31.

 

There are two multitudes here. One is pressing forwards towards the rod and the other is feeling their way towards the great and spacious building.  We make our choices based upon the desires of our hearts. Let us keep a close watch on our personal desires and motives, keeping in mind when we choose yes to one thing, we are also choosing no to another.

 

Verses 33 and 34.

 

Ready for a real principle? The closer we are to God, the less the opinions of others matter to us.

 

Who are you heeding?