Right here I would love to post a picture of Rock and I, but the problem is that I don't have a picture of Rock and I together that isn't a few gazillion years old or on anothe computer. Anywho, Rock's birthday was yesterday, and I love to celebrate his birthday. Why? Because the way he wants to celebrate is so simple and lovely at the same time.
We ate dinner together as a family. Then opened presents. We got him a nice leather Bible cover,because he wanted to be able to carry more than just his Bible to church. And we gave him "The Apple Dumplin' Gang" and "The Apple Dumplin' Gang Rides Again," because our family is just corny and campy enough that we love the old Disney movies. Plus it just doesn't get much funnier than Tim Conway and Don Knots.
After presents was cake, marble with canned frosting. I have yet to figure out why he would rather have canned frosting than my homemade frosting. I make a killer chocolate cake and frosting. I think he is just trying to save me a step - which I appreciate. Finally, we stayed at the table and played Sorry as a family.
It was a perfectly simply and perfectly perfect end to the day.
On his birthday Rock makes me appreciate him even more. I can't say enough about how wonderful this man is. God gave him to me because I needed him, and God doesn't make mistakes. I am the stronger personality, but Rock is the stronger person. I am lost without him, and don't want to know what my life would be like if he wasn't around. He loves me unconditionally, and I give him alot of conditions. I'm sure he gets frustrated with me (I get frustrated with me), but he loves me inspite of all my shortcomings. I thank God that he has given me such a man as Rock. He is a man who loves his family more than his work and loves God more than his family. He is my better half, my completion, my Rock.
Happy Birthday Sweetie!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Mouth of Babes
I know I should be posting things about school, and the things that Baby J is doing, and all the wonderful things in my life, but right now I only have time to post this.
Warrior came into the kitchen this morning and after giving his Daddy and I a hug and kiss, proceeded to climb up on a chair in the kitchen to cook his own breakfast (toast). As he stood on his chair, I noticed that his pj pants were on backwards.
"Warrior, you silly boy, your pants are on backward, " I said. And without missing a beat he quipped, "That's okay. My underwear is on backwards, too."
Warrior came into the kitchen this morning and after giving his Daddy and I a hug and kiss, proceeded to climb up on a chair in the kitchen to cook his own breakfast (toast). As he stood on his chair, I noticed that his pj pants were on backwards.
"Warrior, you silly boy, your pants are on backward, " I said. And without missing a beat he quipped, "That's okay. My underwear is on backwards, too."
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Homeschooling Blues
Yes, we get them. We all get them. You know one of those mornings where you are ready to pack up the whole lot of them, march them down to the local public school, and forget that it was ever your responsibility to educate them.
All I asked Princess to do was to write a journal entry. There would be no grade on spelling (as if there ever is, she dictates I write) or handwriting. All she had to do was tell me about something she was excited about doing, or something she had done, or... just anything. Well you would have thought I had just asked her to write her Doctoral Dissertation.
Since it was her journal, I asked her what she wanted to write about. She decided that she wanted to write about her friend's birthday party that is happening tomorrow. For the past three days the child has done nothing but talk about what is going to happen at that party. "We are going to go swimming because they have a heater in their pool. She is going to have a Hanna Montana cake. Can we go to the store on Thursday to get her present? I want to get her a Princess doll. She has Bratz dolls, but I don't want to get her a Brat (thank goodness)." On and on and on this child has gone about this party. But heaven forbid that I should ask her to sit down and write it. Now in all fairness, she was willing to write it, as long as I sat by her and told her how to spell all the words. But, the assignment is for her to write it, misspellings, bad grammar, incorrect punctuation and all. So that by the end of the year, we can look over all of her journal entries (one every 4 weeks) and see how much of a better writer she has become.
Well, when she asked me how to spell Birthday, and I would only ask her, "How do you think it is spelled?" and then proceed to help her sound it out. That was when the tears started to flow. She could not get past not spelling the words correctly. She is having a conniption fit over invented spelling. I am about to pull my hair out, because my daughter is having a weeping fit over spelling. Spelling in a journal entry. AAARRRRRRGGGGGG!!!! Now she is so upset that we have put the assignment on hold until she can calm down and do it. Because I am refusing to give in on this.
Honestly, I have no idea where this girl gets her drama and stubbornness.
Later that same day:
Okay, the drama is over. Princess did her writing assignment, and as predicted it was pretty much unreadable. Not illegible, because she has beautiful handwriting, but she doesn't know how to spell most things and many of the words were misspelled/mispronounced. After she handed it to me and I read it with her help, I put a sticker on it and we put it in her language arts folder. Then we settled in on the couch to read Pollyanna. Now that is what homeschooling is about.
All I asked Princess to do was to write a journal entry. There would be no grade on spelling (as if there ever is, she dictates I write) or handwriting. All she had to do was tell me about something she was excited about doing, or something she had done, or... just anything. Well you would have thought I had just asked her to write her Doctoral Dissertation.
Since it was her journal, I asked her what she wanted to write about. She decided that she wanted to write about her friend's birthday party that is happening tomorrow. For the past three days the child has done nothing but talk about what is going to happen at that party. "We are going to go swimming because they have a heater in their pool. She is going to have a Hanna Montana cake. Can we go to the store on Thursday to get her present? I want to get her a Princess doll. She has Bratz dolls, but I don't want to get her a Brat (thank goodness)." On and on and on this child has gone about this party. But heaven forbid that I should ask her to sit down and write it. Now in all fairness, she was willing to write it, as long as I sat by her and told her how to spell all the words. But, the assignment is for her to write it, misspellings, bad grammar, incorrect punctuation and all. So that by the end of the year, we can look over all of her journal entries (one every 4 weeks) and see how much of a better writer she has become.
Well, when she asked me how to spell Birthday, and I would only ask her, "How do you think it is spelled?" and then proceed to help her sound it out. That was when the tears started to flow. She could not get past not spelling the words correctly. She is having a conniption fit over invented spelling. I am about to pull my hair out, because my daughter is having a weeping fit over spelling. Spelling in a journal entry. AAARRRRRRGGGGGG!!!! Now she is so upset that we have put the assignment on hold until she can calm down and do it. Because I am refusing to give in on this.
Honestly, I have no idea where this girl gets her drama and stubbornness.
Later that same day:
Okay, the drama is over. Princess did her writing assignment, and as predicted it was pretty much unreadable. Not illegible, because she has beautiful handwriting, but she doesn't know how to spell most things and many of the words were misspelled/mispronounced. After she handed it to me and I read it with her help, I put a sticker on it and we put it in her language arts folder. Then we settled in on the couch to read Pollyanna. Now that is what homeschooling is about.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
I Hate this Book
Not everyone knows that I am a reader. I love to read, and I have been trying to increase my reading of not only fiction literature, but also of history and theology. Unfortunately, my life being what it is (wonderfully busy), I haven't been able to read as much as I would like. For the past month I have been reading a book called Respectable Sins by Jerry Bridges. So what is a "respectable sin"? You know, those ones we Conservative Evangelical Reformed Christians cultivate in our hearts. I'm not talking about the gross flagrant sins of "the world," but those that you can hide from the others around you (ie. worry) or those that we excuse (ie. pride in our own spirituality and impatience with the spiritual immaturity of others).
The reason I am beginning to really dislike this book is that it is making me really look at my own sin. It is making me have to admit that I am not a good as I think I am. That I have actual sin in my life. It is making me have to be more patient with my own children, and realize that many of the sins that I try to correct in them are still in me; and though maybe not seen by men, most definately seen by the thrice Holy God. The problem is that even though these sins may not be evident to others, or even to me, they are sin. I have missed the mark. I have violated the whole law of God. I am a sinner, and I need to remember, before I judge my brother/sister/child for their more flagrant sins, that "There but the Grace of God go I."
"Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner."
The reason I am beginning to really dislike this book is that it is making me really look at my own sin. It is making me have to admit that I am not a good as I think I am. That I have actual sin in my life. It is making me have to be more patient with my own children, and realize that many of the sins that I try to correct in them are still in me; and though maybe not seen by men, most definately seen by the thrice Holy God. The problem is that even though these sins may not be evident to others, or even to me, they are sin. I have missed the mark. I have violated the whole law of God. I am a sinner, and I need to remember, before I judge my brother/sister/child for their more flagrant sins, that "There but the Grace of God go I."
"Lord, have mercy on me, a sinner."
You Won't Believe Your Eyes
Everyone wait with bated breath. Are you ready for this astonishing announcement? It is a miracle of miracles, a triumph of the ages, and may never happen again in this lifetime.
I started and finished the laundry all in one day.
Now husbands pick your wives up off the floor, and assure them that, while it can be done, it was most certainly an extremely freakish happenstance and that next week that woman will most definitely be taking 3-4 days to finish what she finished in one this week. However, I just had to celebrate this wonderful occasion with you all.
Now off to mop the floors.
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