Well - for most of you readers it will be no suprise that I am small chested. In order for me to create a little cleavage - and not be too uncomfortable while wearing a bra - I purchased something really cool. It is a bra that is actually made of silicon or something and the inside is sticky - like the lint rollers that you wash off and get sticky again.
Soooo....you stick them on and off you go. Well, Courtney, God Bless her - brought me my new favorite bra this weekend at the cabin. I had it sittin in the bedroom on a dresser. As she hands it to me she asks "What is this mommy". I say a bra and then look closer at my new-found over-the-shoulder-pebble-holder. To my amazment I see "TEETH MARKS". Courtney, did you bite this. "Yes" "Why would you do that" I respond. "I don't know, I didn't know what it was." she said. Uggg.....well I set it aside hoping it would go away. But to my dismay, it seems it is only more aparent that someone tried to eat my bra. So....the next time you see me....there may be teeth marks showing through my shirt. Guess that should get some good laughs :)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Grrr...
I'm so frustrated with my daughter but I thought I better write this one down quick.
Me - "Courtney, be quiet and get that shirt on or you are going to bed right now." Courtney - whining and sprawls herself out on the bedroom floor. Me - "Courtney, stop pitching a fit." Courtney - "I'm not pitching a fit....I'm protesting."
That is the honest truth....I don't even want to know where she came up with that one. So hard to remain mad when they are so clever :)
Me - "Courtney, be quiet and get that shirt on or you are going to bed right now." Courtney - whining and sprawls herself out on the bedroom floor. Me - "Courtney, stop pitching a fit." Courtney - "I'm not pitching a fit....I'm protesting."
That is the honest truth....I don't even want to know where she came up with that one. So hard to remain mad when they are so clever :)
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Not Playing Games....
Well I am in Portland this week visiting with a girlfriend and helping out with her kids while our husbands catch "The Big One" in Canada. So far it has been fairly uneventful....only minor fist fights and a few 'you stinky girl' comments from Andrew.
Tonight we've had a bit of a battle between the kids and I and what "go to bed" means. I keep explaining that it means close your eyes and be quiet or lose another fun thing to do tomorrow....and they keep wondering "hmmm, I wonder what she means by lose another fun thing." So they have found out on now three occasions what they have lost for their inability to simply be quiet. Swimming, Cinderella and treats have gone out the window so far. Then Courtney proceeded to start crying and whining about the fact she had lost Cinderella for tomorrow. "I'm not playing games with you anymore Courtney," I said as I grabbed a wooden spoon. She got her spank'n, we had our talk about why it hurts Jesus when she disobeys mommy and then she asked me this deep question....
"Why won't you play games with me anymore mommy?" I had to hold myself together until I could answer her without hurting her feelings. I'm not playing the "I have to go potty, I'm thirsty, I want you to pray with me, I need a hug, I'm hot or the what are we going to do tomorrow thing anymore. That is a game you play at bedtime." I think she got it, but I will have to play Memory or Candyland with her tomorrow just to be sure.
Tonight we've had a bit of a battle between the kids and I and what "go to bed" means. I keep explaining that it means close your eyes and be quiet or lose another fun thing to do tomorrow....and they keep wondering "hmmm, I wonder what she means by lose another fun thing." So they have found out on now three occasions what they have lost for their inability to simply be quiet. Swimming, Cinderella and treats have gone out the window so far. Then Courtney proceeded to start crying and whining about the fact she had lost Cinderella for tomorrow. "I'm not playing games with you anymore Courtney," I said as I grabbed a wooden spoon. She got her spank'n, we had our talk about why it hurts Jesus when she disobeys mommy and then she asked me this deep question....
"Why won't you play games with me anymore mommy?" I had to hold myself together until I could answer her without hurting her feelings. I'm not playing the "I have to go potty, I'm thirsty, I want you to pray with me, I need a hug, I'm hot or the what are we going to do tomorrow thing anymore. That is a game you play at bedtime." I think she got it, but I will have to play Memory or Candyland with her tomorrow just to be sure.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Fresh Air
Today was our last day of family camp. We spent time again at the Mini Farm - the kids favorite hang out - the handcraft shop - and the beach.
Running out of money resulted in a few very simple crafts today. The kids chose to decorate paper chinese fans. They colored and created and were very proud of them. That brings me to this evening....
I let them stay up real late tonight. We had our evening session (like Sunday School), then we played at the park, came back to the camper and the kids helped me build a campfire and sat around there for awhile. Then I remembered that I promised to take them somewhere dark to look at all the stars. We had recently read a children's science book that talked about stars and constallations and they have been asking to look for them. So off we trotted to find a dark place around here to lay on the picnic blanket and look at the stars. Grandpa Warren joined us and we talked about stars and how God made them and how he knows how many there are even though we can't even begin to count them.
Then we headed back to the camper.....this brings me back to the fans. The kids put on their PJ's and were told to climb into their beds. Courtney said "First I need some fresh air." She flicked out her fan like a genuine chinese person and started fanning first her right armpit and then her left. I busted out laughing. What is that - and how does that equate to fresh air. Turns out Susu told her that is what they were for.....
Running out of money resulted in a few very simple crafts today. The kids chose to decorate paper chinese fans. They colored and created and were very proud of them. That brings me to this evening....
I let them stay up real late tonight. We had our evening session (like Sunday School), then we played at the park, came back to the camper and the kids helped me build a campfire and sat around there for awhile. Then I remembered that I promised to take them somewhere dark to look at all the stars. We had recently read a children's science book that talked about stars and constallations and they have been asking to look for them. So off we trotted to find a dark place around here to lay on the picnic blanket and look at the stars. Grandpa Warren joined us and we talked about stars and how God made them and how he knows how many there are even though we can't even begin to count them.
Then we headed back to the camper.....this brings me back to the fans. The kids put on their PJ's and were told to climb into their beds. Courtney said "First I need some fresh air." She flicked out her fan like a genuine chinese person and started fanning first her right armpit and then her left. I busted out laughing. What is that - and how does that equate to fresh air. Turns out Susu told her that is what they were for.....
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Embarassing Situations
Well this week the kids and I are at "Camp Forest Springs" a family camp that I used to go to from the time I was 4 until I was about 17. It has been a long time since I have been back up here and it is amazing how many amazing memories I have recalled since arriving on Tuesday night. Today the kids and I went to the Mini Farm - the kids love playing with the baby kittens and rabbits and even took a little ride on the burro (donkey). Courtney was completely freaked out the whole time - but I had fun sharing an experience with them that I had done countless times during my childhood.
After a much needed nap by Courtney and myself - we headed to the Waterfront. The kids have really really enjoyed swimming and hanging out on the beach. They have a ton of old tired tubes that the kids use to swim with and spent a good hour floating around and torturing one another and other helpless children nearby.
At 5pm - all the activities closed for the evening so people would prepare for dinner. As we started walking back to the camper Andrew yelled "Mom, my boo-boo's hurt" I busted out laughing and looked closer....sure enough - he had two very red nipples. Now mom and I were a bit stumped. How on earth does a 7 year old boy hurt his teeny tiny nipples while swimming. Then it dawned on me that they were probably rubbing on the tube the whole time he was swimming. Poor kid - but he just kept yelling his boo-boo's hurt - his boo-boo's hurt and I was starting to get embarassed. Then he started running and fell and scratched up his hand. Now he was full out crying and saying he needed a bandaid and that his boo-boo's hurt. This actually made it much less embarassing for me as we finished our last block to the camper - now he had another kind of boo-boo that did genuinly hurt and no one would have to know that he was talking about his nipples :)
I will share pics when I return....anyone who wants an easy - spiritually encouraging - amazing family memory making week during the summer I would highly recommend it here. I hope we make it one of our two family tradition vacations that we can carry on with our children - I know that I will never ever forget our summers here and would be fun to share those same memories with my children.
After a much needed nap by Courtney and myself - we headed to the Waterfront. The kids have really really enjoyed swimming and hanging out on the beach. They have a ton of old tired tubes that the kids use to swim with and spent a good hour floating around and torturing one another and other helpless children nearby.
At 5pm - all the activities closed for the evening so people would prepare for dinner. As we started walking back to the camper Andrew yelled "Mom, my boo-boo's hurt" I busted out laughing and looked closer....sure enough - he had two very red nipples. Now mom and I were a bit stumped. How on earth does a 7 year old boy hurt his teeny tiny nipples while swimming. Then it dawned on me that they were probably rubbing on the tube the whole time he was swimming. Poor kid - but he just kept yelling his boo-boo's hurt - his boo-boo's hurt and I was starting to get embarassed. Then he started running and fell and scratched up his hand. Now he was full out crying and saying he needed a bandaid and that his boo-boo's hurt. This actually made it much less embarassing for me as we finished our last block to the camper - now he had another kind of boo-boo that did genuinly hurt and no one would have to know that he was talking about his nipples :)
I will share pics when I return....anyone who wants an easy - spiritually encouraging - amazing family memory making week during the summer I would highly recommend it here. I hope we make it one of our two family tradition vacations that we can carry on with our children - I know that I will never ever forget our summers here and would be fun to share those same memories with my children.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Motorcycle Mama
Well - I did something I was determined not to do this summer. Took a motorcylce ride with my hubby last night. I told him when he got his license that I wouldn't ride with him until next year cause I didn't want to orphan our children.....but I knew it meant alot to him to have me hop on an enjoy a ride.
The thing is...the first 15 minutes were pure terror. See I am a control freak - and as the passenger on the bike, obviously I had no control. Seems the on/off ramps where the worst - but I think that I could go again without the sheer panic this time :)
Here is a photo of my hubby and I and our friends Andy and Amanda who went along on this emotionally uncomfortable, but nice ride with us to Lake Nakomis last night...
After our dinner we went for nice walk around part of the lake and then headed back to the bikes to go back to their house. All around it was a fun experience, but somewhere between 15 and 32 my dad says I turned into a woman....I got all afraid of stuff. I guess its true - it happened, the daredevil child I was has faded into oblivion. But.....at least I can cook and clean now !
The thing is...the first 15 minutes were pure terror. See I am a control freak - and as the passenger on the bike, obviously I had no control. Seems the on/off ramps where the worst - but I think that I could go again without the sheer panic this time :)
Here is a photo of my hubby and I and our friends Andy and Amanda who went along on this emotionally uncomfortable, but nice ride with us to Lake Nakomis last night...
After our dinner we went for nice walk around part of the lake and then headed back to the bikes to go back to their house. All around it was a fun experience, but somewhere between 15 and 32 my dad says I turned into a woman....I got all afraid of stuff. I guess its true - it happened, the daredevil child I was has faded into oblivion. But.....at least I can cook and clean now !
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I thought he was over this!
Well today was a rough day. Courtney didn't listen at dance...suprise. And we went to River Falls tonight to celebrate my nephews Brady's birthday. Andrew did well at social skills therapy today, but apparently something clicked this evening that set him off. As I dragged him to the car to avoid anymore embarassment from his freakout, I was so saddened that I was having to relive some of those moments. That this behavior wasn't really totally gone - he was just doing better at controlling himself. Lord, I didn't ever want to experience that again - I didn't want to feel the embarassment, feel the helplessness, feel the dread of wondering when it would happen again. Please calm him, remind him that he is your child and that you can take control when he is losing it, and remind me that I am doing the best I can and that sometimes it is out of my control. Just when I get comfortable in where he is at I am reminded of the struggles I could be having everyday - when I quit praying for his healing every night I am reminded that he is not healed that he has yes a long way to go, but also that he has come so far.
"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you konw that the testing of your faith develops perseverane. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4
"Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you konw that the testing of your faith develops perseverane. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4
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