Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Within each of us, ofttimes...
...there dwells a mighty and raging fury.- "The Incredible Hulk" title card.
Pondering Pappy Part 2:
I dont' know if this perplexing behavior is humorous or ornery.
With four adults in the house and three growing boys, we put away a lot of food.
Thank goodness for Costco and their glorious 12 cup bags of cheese and 2lb bags of carrots. I especially appreciate the resealable ziploc tops. Imagine, if you will, lifting a bag of cheese from the fridge. You grab it from where? The top by the ziploc seal right?
MISTAKE.
Chances are, there is a secret hole in the bottom of the bag.
Pappy hates resealable bags. So he rips a hole...
I like to imagine his frustration with the seal looks something like this...
Beware. If you pick up the 12-cup cheese bag from the handy ziploc top, you'll most likely end up with a shredded-cheddar carpet on the floor. Courtesy of the Incredible Hulk-like Pappy.
I love my dad.
Pondering Pappy Part 2:
I dont' know if this perplexing behavior is humorous or ornery.
With four adults in the house and three growing boys, we put away a lot of food.
Thank goodness for Costco and their glorious 12 cup bags of cheese and 2lb bags of carrots. I especially appreciate the resealable ziploc tops. Imagine, if you will, lifting a bag of cheese from the fridge. You grab it from where? The top by the ziploc seal right?
MISTAKE.
Chances are, there is a secret hole in the bottom of the bag.
Pappy hates resealable bags. So he rips a hole...
I like to imagine his frustration with the seal looks something like this...
Beware. If you pick up the 12-cup cheese bag from the handy ziploc top, you'll most likely end up with a shredded-cheddar carpet on the floor. Courtesy of the Incredible Hulk-like Pappy.
I love my dad.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Whatever our souls are made of...
...his and mine are the same. -Emily Bronte
Each day, every day, I complete my ensemble with one vital accessory.
Do you know what it is?
A hair tie.
Or two.
On my wrist.
It's a habit.
Even if my hair is already up, I need extra hair ties, just in case.
The other day Josh and I were out, just the two of us. This meant I could have grown-up hair. Long, curly, not in a pony-tail. I felt HOT. Until it was literally hot. Too hot for grown-up hair. Luckily, I had my hair tie wristlet and could sweep my hair off my neck. But alas, the hair tie snapped. Grrr.
"Here," Josh said.
I looked down at his outsretched hand, there in his gorgeous palm was a perfect black hair tie.
I took it gingerly from his rough and callused hand and looked at him quizically.
"Don't worry," he said, "I've an extra if it breaks."
And there, on his wrist was a second hair tie.
I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and said,
"I love you."
See...soul mates.
Each day, every day, I complete my ensemble with one vital accessory.
Do you know what it is?
A hair tie.
Or two.
On my wrist.
It's a habit.
Even if my hair is already up, I need extra hair ties, just in case.
The other day Josh and I were out, just the two of us. This meant I could have grown-up hair. Long, curly, not in a pony-tail. I felt HOT. Until it was literally hot. Too hot for grown-up hair. Luckily, I had my hair tie wristlet and could sweep my hair off my neck. But alas, the hair tie snapped. Grrr.
"Here," Josh said.
I looked down at his outsretched hand, there in his gorgeous palm was a perfect black hair tie.
I took it gingerly from his rough and callused hand and looked at him quizically.
"Don't worry," he said, "I've an extra if it breaks."
And there, on his wrist was a second hair tie.
I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and said,
"I love you."
See...soul mates.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
All aboard the choo choo train, all aboard the choo choo train...
...all aboard the choo choo train all aboard, all aboard- "Choo Choo Soul" Disney
But we aren't boarding a choo choo train.
Nope.
We're boarding... the tickle train.
I'm not always proud of my mothering abilities. I am proud of my bedtime routine.
Brush teeth (they all share one toothbrush. It's electric. They fight over it. Don't judge, at least they are brushing their teeth).
Pajamas (Cole, puts on workout shorts but then takes them off to sleep only in underwear. Finn sleeps shirtless, even when it's freezing and Cash throws a fit because he doesn't want to change clothes again, so often times he sleeps fully clothed).
Three books (each midget picks one).
Scripture Power (song and then scripture reading).
Family prayers (Cash has said it 7 nights in a row. Why fight it?).
Mommy's one woman show (Three songs. Current playlist: "Ice inside your soul," "Alligator Song," "Hey Jude").
That's it.
Light's out.
But sometimes... they won't simmer down.
So I call everyone to board the tickle train.
The only bummer is that we are a few children short so the train cannot curve back around to reach mommy. So mommy's always the caboose.
Curse you vasectomy.
I needed two more for my tickle train.
But we aren't boarding a choo choo train.
Nope.
We're boarding... the tickle train.
I'm not always proud of my mothering abilities. I am proud of my bedtime routine.
Brush teeth (they all share one toothbrush. It's electric. They fight over it. Don't judge, at least they are brushing their teeth).
Pajamas (Cole, puts on workout shorts but then takes them off to sleep only in underwear. Finn sleeps shirtless, even when it's freezing and Cash throws a fit because he doesn't want to change clothes again, so often times he sleeps fully clothed).
Three books (each midget picks one).
Scripture Power (song and then scripture reading).
Family prayers (Cash has said it 7 nights in a row. Why fight it?).
Mommy's one woman show (Three songs. Current playlist: "Ice inside your soul," "Alligator Song," "Hey Jude").
That's it.
Light's out.
But sometimes... they won't simmer down.
So I call everyone to board the tickle train.
The only bummer is that we are a few children short so the train cannot curve back around to reach mommy. So mommy's always the caboose.
Curse you vasectomy.
I needed two more for my tickle train.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Into the great wide open...
...under them skies of blue. -Tom Petty
Did I ever tell you about my first Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers concert?
No?
That's another blog post.
(That's not a cool camera effect, it's me taking a picture through the screen)
The house was quiet and still. As I've told you before, that's a bad thing. It means the kids are doing something NAUGHTY! I went room to room, checking under beds (where I've previously found Cash eating Pappy's Girl Scout cookies), behind sofas (where I've found Cash cutting up $1 bills with safety scissors), and in the food storage room (where I've found Cash unwrapping and licking every sucker in an old Halloween candy bin). Anyway, I was searching and searching and could not find Cash anywhere. I started to panic. I'd looked on the playground and in the sand pit, nada. I walked through Momo's piano room and that's when I spotted him.
Standing quietly on the retaining wall.
Looking far off in the distance at...I don't know what.
His hands were in his pockets.
The wind was rifling his hair.
He looked so small.
Apparently, he was in a contemplative mood because he stood like that for 15 minutes. A very long time in Cash minutes.
I wonder what he was seeing?
I wonder what he was thinking?
I wonder what he was feeling?
I wonder if he knows how much I love his mischievous little face!
Did I ever tell you about my first Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers concert?
No?
That's another blog post.
(That's not a cool camera effect, it's me taking a picture through the screen)
The house was quiet and still. As I've told you before, that's a bad thing. It means the kids are doing something NAUGHTY! I went room to room, checking under beds (where I've previously found Cash eating Pappy's Girl Scout cookies), behind sofas (where I've found Cash cutting up $1 bills with safety scissors), and in the food storage room (where I've found Cash unwrapping and licking every sucker in an old Halloween candy bin). Anyway, I was searching and searching and could not find Cash anywhere. I started to panic. I'd looked on the playground and in the sand pit, nada. I walked through Momo's piano room and that's when I spotted him.
Standing quietly on the retaining wall.
Looking far off in the distance at...I don't know what.
His hands were in his pockets.
The wind was rifling his hair.
He looked so small.
Apparently, he was in a contemplative mood because he stood like that for 15 minutes. A very long time in Cash minutes.
I wonder what he was seeing?
I wonder what he was thinking?
I wonder what he was feeling?
I wonder if he knows how much I love his mischievous little face!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Where liberty dwells...
...there is my country. -Benjamin Franklin
I love this country.
So much that it makes me emotional.
I know that people will always remember where they were on 9/11. Will they remember that it was an attack on innocent people NOT on a battlefield of war? Will they remember the men and women who rushed into the burning towers, willing to give their lives for their fellow man? Will they remember how united we stood after an assault on our liberties?
I worry the lessons we could have learned from such a horrendous act may have been lost on many in our great nation. I worry that liberty is fleeting, people are willing to give it up as long as their creature comforts are not forsaken. I worry so much that it makes my stomach sick and I lie awake scared for my children's futures.
It is then I remember to return to my knees. Fervent in prayer, begging my Heavenly Father to protect our nation and the people who crave liberty. I thank my God for blessing me, allowing me to grow up in this incredible country. I ask him to bless my children with the courage to stand for what they know is truth.
I hope you all have had an amazing Patriot's Day. I spent it with my family. Which is exactly what patriots have fought and died for, our families.
These are pictures from our Independence Day 2011. I've been saving them for today. People for whom I'd rush into a burning tower.
I love this country.
So much that it makes me emotional.
I know that people will always remember where they were on 9/11. Will they remember that it was an attack on innocent people NOT on a battlefield of war? Will they remember the men and women who rushed into the burning towers, willing to give their lives for their fellow man? Will they remember how united we stood after an assault on our liberties?
I worry the lessons we could have learned from such a horrendous act may have been lost on many in our great nation. I worry that liberty is fleeting, people are willing to give it up as long as their creature comforts are not forsaken. I worry so much that it makes my stomach sick and I lie awake scared for my children's futures.
It is then I remember to return to my knees. Fervent in prayer, begging my Heavenly Father to protect our nation and the people who crave liberty. I thank my God for blessing me, allowing me to grow up in this incredible country. I ask him to bless my children with the courage to stand for what they know is truth.
I hope you all have had an amazing Patriot's Day. I spent it with my family. Which is exactly what patriots have fought and died for, our families.
These are pictures from our Independence Day 2011. I've been saving them for today. People for whom I'd rush into a burning tower.
A diamond is a chunk of coal...
...made good under pressure. -Henry Kissinger
My Cole is a diamond.
I actually call him our "golden boy" because he just gets it.
And, he can do better/more push ups than most of the men in my aquaintance.
With the exception of his father, which is obviously where he gets it from!
We were on Pearl Street in Boulder after hiking on Labor Day. Pearl Street is famous for their street performers aka hippies that don't want to get jobs or pay taxes but want to tell everyone else who has a job and pays taxes how to spend their money, but I digress. Cole crawled forward to get a front row seat. Seconds later the performer "Peter" pulled Cole from the audience because he liked Cole's faux-hawk. Cole told me afterward that his tummy was full of butterflies. I assured him that everyone feels that way in front of a crowd. He said, "I liked it."
Uh-oh... ...another hippy is born.
My Cole is a diamond.
I actually call him our "golden boy" because he just gets it.
And, he can do better/more push ups than most of the men in my aquaintance.
With the exception of his father, which is obviously where he gets it from!
We were on Pearl Street in Boulder after hiking on Labor Day. Pearl Street is famous for their street performers aka hippies that don't want to get jobs or pay taxes but want to tell everyone else who has a job and pays taxes how to spend their money, but I digress. Cole crawled forward to get a front row seat. Seconds later the performer "Peter" pulled Cole from the audience because he liked Cole's faux-hawk. Cole told me afterward that his tummy was full of butterflies. I assured him that everyone feels that way in front of a crowd. He said, "I liked it."
Uh-oh... ...another hippy is born.
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