He made me watch this last night. Because it was just “so awesome.” If he calls me “Posh” when he wears his new Beckham jersey I may have to hurt him. And Beckham hasn’t even started playing yet! Can you only imagine?!?!
I’m all hyped up that Harry Potter is debuting tonight and he’s all hyped up that Beckham is debuting in tomorrow’s game. We’re quite the pair. Just too cool for words, we are.
Me: That’s IT!! You will both sit quietly for the entire drive home. You have 15 minutes to think about your heart and how to change it. No more whining, fussing or unthankful hearts in our family. I want you to pray and ask God to help you have happy, loving, thankful hearts.
Ellie: No talking?
Me (through clenched teeth): NO talking. Do you understand?
Ellie and Gracie: Yes, Ma’am.
one minute pause
Gracie: I thinked, Mama! I know! I have an idea! I can make my heart nice! And loving! Would that be good, Mama? Would that be nice?
Sigh. She’s lucky she’s cute. Or I might have just left her laying on the floor of the store kicking and screaming. Not that one of my children would ever, ever do something like that. Grrrrrrrrrr
p.s.
If you have children and live near an Olly, haul you buns to their sidewalk sale where you can get adorable shoes like this for $15. Incidentally, Gracie – who has worn the same 7 1/2 size shoe for about 18 months now – grew TWO sizes in less than two months. Incredible. I swear my kids feet grow overnight.
Now I fully admit to being slightly obsessive-compulsive about certain things. Like cleaning. Clutter drives me absolutely nuts-o and when I clean, I clean. Furniture will be moved.
Well, lately we’ve noticed that Gracie is showing signs that she’s inherited this insanity tendency towards neatness. I’ve found her out of bed at night, cleaning up the bedroom. When I ask why she is out of bed, she seriously says, “I just can’t sleep in this mess!” If she spills a bit of milk at the table, shemust get a napkin and clean every drop up. Everything must be in its proper place. I often find dirty clothes in her dresser that she has “cleaned up” off the floor. She hates for her hands to be dirty. She loves to help me clean. She makes her bed every morning without being asked. Please bear in mind that she is two.
Should I be worried? Perhaps mentioning this to her doctor at her next visit?
My children, despite being sweet, adorable little girls having a combined weight of about 50 pounds, are capable of amazing feats of destruction. Every wall in their room has a section that looks like this:
See the holes in the wall? I don’t think I’ve ever made a hole in the wall. Maybe when I was moving furniture or something, but I don’t think they’ve been moving furniture. If they are, they are very quiet about it. Maybe they are! But I really have no idea how they are doing this to the walls. Nevermind the patches of dirt and smudges. One section by the lightswitch has blue dribbles going down it. (???) And next to Gracie’s bed is a perfect dirt footprint.
What on earth are they doing when they should be sleeping? We’ve only lived here less than 2 years. I’m going to have to re-drywall the house before we move out at this rate.
My husband has zero interest in celebrity gossip of all types. I’m fairly sure he has never even read a People magazine while waiting in the dentist office. He’d probably sooner reach for a brochure on flossing. I can say something like “Britney shaved her head!! And did you hear about Brangelina adopting another kid?” and he’ll say “What? Bradga-who? What are you talking about?”
Seriously.
Anyway, you can imagine my utter amazement and amusement that Husband is completely obsessing over Posh & Becks coming to America. (If you don’t know who they are, you seriously need to watch some tv, okay?) He is waiting with baited breath to buy the new Beckham soccer jersey (which must have long sleeves, since Beckham always wears long sleeves…) and he even watched their reality show that was on the other night. This is a side of him I have never seen before. And I’m finding it highly amusing.
Imagine. He’s still surprising me after 7 years 🙂
Update: After reading this, Husband said, “I’m not obsessed! He going to singlehandedly revolutionize Major League Soccer!! Your sister really got tickets? When are they? Why are you laughing?”
Today when we were driving home from Bible Study, I had my trusty i-pod on, playing one of my most-played playlists. As my one of my current favorite songs* came on, I realized that my kids were singing along – belting out every word. Next thing I knew, I was crying while listening to these small voices singing praises to God. Amazing. They really are taking in all the truths that we try so hard to teach them.
Before the Throne of God Above
Before the throne of God above,
I have a strong, a perfect plea,
A great High Priest whose name is “Love,”
Who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on His hands,
My name is writen on His heart;
I know that while in heav’n He stands
no tongue can bid me thence depart.
No tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair,
and tells me of the guilt within,
upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end to all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died,
my sinful soul is counted fre;
For God, the Just, is satisfied
to look on him and pardon me.
to look on him and pardon me.
Behold him there! the risen Lamb,
my perfect, spotless Righteousness,
the great unchangeable I AM,
the King of glory and of grace!
One with Himself I canot die,
My soul is purchased by His blood;
My life is hid with Christ on high,
with Christ, my Savior and my God
with Christ, my Savior and my God I hope that they remember these words for the rest of their lives.
* I can’t find a link, but you can buy my fav version on i-tunes. By Dave Hunt
We’re home! After a month of vacations, trips, in-laws and general craziness, we are finally home alone. Wonderful. The kids have barely left their room – they are soooo happy to be back in their pink room. Now they are just sad because they cannot share a bed like they did at Grandmas. I am so mean. I also wouldn’t let them have cookies for breakfast this morning, instead forcing them to eat toast. Please don’t report me to Child Services.
I’ll be super busy today, unpacking and such. And I need, need, need to go to the grocery store. Our fridge looks like it belongs to a single guy – condiments and beer. If I was smart I would use this prime opportunity to really clean out my fridge, scrubbing every surface and polishing it until it shines. I should, but I probably won’t. There are much more pressing things to do right now.
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And – great news!! – we finally, finally got our money back from our accident!! Yay, Allstate! We were beginning to doubt if we were indeed in good hands, since months were passing us by and whenever we called to check on our claim someone was on vacation. But you came through! Well done!
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p.s.
Please note that we still do not have a puppy, dog, or anything of a pet-ish nature, thankyouverymuch. Although I am seriously considering getting Grace a fish for her birthday next month. One that is orange and cost about $.25.
Saw Harry Potter tonight. I give it 3 out of 4 stars. Clearly, clearly not nearly as fantastic as the book. But many parts were very well done, like the Department of Mysteries and Umbridge. (Oooo, she was so super evil.) Though I thought that the very ending sucked a bit. (What is this, an after school special?) I don’t want to discuss too much, since it just came out.
Prisoner of Azakaban remains my fav Harry Potter movie.
Who else has seen it? Thoughts?
Now have a big decision to make. Should I start my own website to sell my stuff or sell on e-bay or something? Pluses and minuses to each. One’s cheaper per transaction, one is cheaper to start out. Ugh. This is getting so complicated. I am felling incredible amounts of self-doubt. Can I really pull this off? I just wanted to sell the things I made so that I could have an excuse to buy fabric I love. Like this and this and this. I’m not a business person. That’s husband’s arena. I mean, he is at Harvard Business School this week having the time of his life. He now trying to get me to move to Boston. (I keep reminding him that while Boston is beautiful, Boston in January is a totally different story.)
Anyway, I can’t wait to get home so I can hire him as my consultant. I met with a web-guy yesterday and I’m feeling confident that I can get my website going. Now I just have to decide if that is a wise use of my money. Is any of this a wise use of my money? Am I ready to be a work-at-home mom? Can I pull this off? Or am I going to be one of the zillions of small business that fail the first year? Ugh.
P.S. Now that I have three pregnant frends, I may have no choice but to sell stuff, since my obsession with making baby stuff is totally increasing!!!! 😉
The fact that it slept in my bed last night is completely irrelevant.
Shut up.