A sure sign

Pin It A sure sign that you've eaten too much fast food lately:

When your child is able to build an entire space station out of Chick Fil A kid's meal toys.

SIGH.

Okay, fasting from fast food. Even Chick Fil A.

Starting NOW.

Y'all keep me accountable, okay?

This is the funniest thing I've ever read!

Pin It Because We're a Happy Family Dangit!

And do you want to know why this is so funny to me?

BEEN THERE AND DONE THAT.

Allow me to share some outtakes from last year's Perfect Family Christmas Picture.






Just touches the heart, doesn't it. I know *I* shed a few tears over it all.

And today was going to be the day. We decided to get REALLY brave and allow the mama and the daddy in the pic too. My poor children are going to grow up and look through pictures and wonder if mama was just a figment of their imaginations. It may just hurt me, but I'm gonna try to allow myself to be in some more pics.

Well, it rained today. All of the planning and stressing ... and rain ...

So, TOMORROW may be the day, weather dependent. (Because for some arbitrary reason, I've decided that the perfect family Christmas picture must be taken outdoors this year.)

We did finally get something worthwhile last year. A big huge thank you to the makers of photoshop, without which I would surely be babbling incoherently in a padded room right about now.

Sheepish grins and Not Me

Pin It First things first ... remember THIS post from a couple of weeks ago? Well, see me blush through the computer screen. Is your monitor turning a lovely shade of red? It should be.

You know how sometimes you think things are supposed to work out one way and then they don't? A lot of people take things in stride, thinking that it means the Lord has something else planned for them. I am, evidently, not one of those people. Other people get mad, stamp their feet, cry, and have temper tantrums, including biting the heads off of family members. You guessed it friends. I am one of THOSE people. And, if you're reading this thinking "no way!" it just means I have you snowed and you don't know me as well as you think you do. Just please don't ask one of my family members for clarification. I'd prefer you just think the best of me, even if it's inaccurate!

Anyway ... I hope to be able to post tomorrow or Wednesday about how the Lord worked all of this out. He already has worked it out, but I'd prefer to be able to share the details. :) In the meantime, I'm going to work on becoming one of the "take things in stride" people. I'll let you know how it goes.

And now ...

hm ... it's been a pretty perfect week around here, so I don't have a ton of things to share ... (pardon me while I pick myself up off the floor from laughing so hard!)

I DID (finally) sort through the little one's clothes. I pulled out the super summery stuff, and replaced it with our TX loosely defined wintery stuff. I DID NOT leave the summery stuff out, where it has been knocked over, trampled, and put on various dolls. Some of this stuff DID NOT get put back in the drawer. I DID NOT have a fit when the kids would get into it, and I certainly DID NOT admit that it was my fault for leaving it out in the first place.

Remember the math DVD that I DID NOT make my oldest spend her birthday money to replace after she lost it? We DID NOT just find it last night behind the couch. I mean, I MOVE the couch to vacuum, so how on earth could we not have seen that DVD back there? Okay, it really HAS NOT been almost an entire year since that couch has been moved. Anyone want a Math U See Delta DVD and teacher's book? I DID tell the oldest that if the other set was found, we'd sell the new set and she could have the proceeds from the sale.

And now I need to pick on the middle one ... I DID NOT make her wear shoes that are too small to church last night because she couldn't find the ones that DO fit. I DID NOT decide to not care that her little toes were scrunched up. I WAS NOT unsympathetic at all and I certainly did not threaten to remove every toy from her room and put her shoes neatly where her toys were until she could start keeping up with them. I'd never do that.

And one more ... remember THIS post? I HAVE NOT already blown that to bits. SIGH.

Every now and then ...

Pin It Every now and then an amazing thing happens.



I get a fabulous picture of one of my kids. It's a rare thing. Just when I decide to give up trying to get good pics, this happens:




We had a fire fighter come visit at MOPS today. She let the kids put her uniform on and climb all over the truck. For a three year old boy, this is just the greatest thing ever!

Another Not Me Monday!

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I am not sitting here at this moment wanting nothing but peace and quiet. I do not suffer from noise overload every Monday afternoon. I do not give my children busy work that requires no supervision on Mondays so I can have a teeny bit of quiet. I am not currently planning to leave the house and take the VERY scenic route to church just because it will be quiet and peaceful in my car. I am not passing off a discipline problem that is going on right now to my husband because I just don't want to deal with it.

I am not a horrible mother. And my oldest daughter doesn't think I am either. I am not making her write her spelling words TWO TIMES EACH ... oh the horrors ... pardon me while I ROLL MY EYES. No, really, I would never roll my eyes at my kids. I am not mean for *not* making her do her spelling words. If I were to make her do her spelling words, it would not be just because I want her to be able to spell without having to rely on spellcheck.

I am not about to make every single word on said spelling list be looked up in the dictionary and have every definition written down if I receive any more grief about telling her to write the words twice.

I have not observed that it would have taken less time for her to write the darn words than to complain about having to write the words.

I would never write a "Not Me Monday" while frustrated with one of my kids. That frustration might come through in my typing, and I just wouldn't want to do that.

And, since I'm *NOT* picking on my oldest kid, I have a few to share with the other two.

My middle daughter's voice does not cause my ears to bleed. I love listening to her high-pitched squeaky voice as she tells on her brother and sister approximately 372,954 times every day. I relish hearing that sweet sing-song "Moooooooooooooooooommmmm!! She did this or he did that~!!!!" Really, I live for these wonderful mommy moments.

My son has not had temper tantrums all week long. The doctor's office, the x-ray place, church, co-op, grocery store, pharmacy, the bank, and every single person who has come to my house have not been treated to these tantrums. I did not hear that he pinched a teacher and kicked a baby at church last night. My children are little angels and never have attitude problems.

And, right at this moment, I am NOT tempted to drown my frustrations at Starbucks. Oh wait, maybe I am. ;)

I love my kids. :) Even when they have attitudes, squeaky voices, and temper tantrums. Thank you Lord for these sweet blessings!

My friend's update

Pin It Oh goodness, so sorry I didn't post this sooner!

Praising for Glenna and continuing in prayer for her family.

Thank you for joining me in prayer!

(click on her name to go to her blog to read her update!)

My friend needs prayers

Pin It Hey girls,

You local girls already know this and I know are already praying, but for the CMF'ers and various others who read here, I have a prayer request. My friend Glenna is in need of prayers for a custody hearing she's having tomorrow morning at 8:30 central time.

You can read her blog for the full story. She made a mistake and could potentially lose her kids over it. She's a GOOD mom. We had a similar mistake made around here a couple of years ago, and it was scary in and of itself. The very idea that because of that mistake, custody could be lost is just scary to think about.

This is a sweet mama who needs prayers for comfort, and prayers that her children will be returned to her at this hearing tomorrow.

Thanks, girls.