Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
It is taxing.......and hard on a person's feet after all..........to sit on your bum for longer than five minutes to do school.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Because of my lack, we are spending a few days ON WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BREAK playing catch up with his school. I fully intend to be done tomorrow. However, before tomorrow comes I may find myself totally bald. In fact, when we finished school today, I walked into the bedroom where my dear hubby is studying (he is off for two weeks, and writes an exam in early January, or so was his
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
I am convinced the sparkle in his eye grows brighter every day. Obviously in some respects I adore that. In others, it purty near drives me over the edge.
For instance, while he is cleaning his room, he sings at the top of his lungs. He dramatizes stories. He yells. While he is singing and I am elsewhere, I can't help but smile. My heart is warmed when he sings his own versions of every kind of gospel song.....from Gaithers to Gateway, IBC to bluegrass (we have a varied taste in music). That warmth quickly leaves me, however, when I go to his room only to discover he got involved in a building project and forgot what he was supposed to be doing.
He is happy. He is carefree. He laughs constantly. He sings all the time at the top of his lungs, everywhere in the house. He tells jokes to make people smile. My heart is mush.
He is lazy. He is an invalid. He procrastinates. He over-reacts and dramatizes pain worse than a girl. He drives me mad.
Last night he complained after church that both of his feet/ankles and his left elbow and wrist were aching. His dad had some compassion and rubbed them for a while. I remained cold-hearted. I've been through these dramatizations too many times. He managed to survive through his snack. He thrived through his story. However, when he went to go to the bathroom at bedtime, the tears began. AGAIN.
"I can't walk. AT ALL!"
I remained unmoved. He continued his cries from the bathroom.
"MOM! I AB-SO-LUTELY CANNOT WALK!!!" he wailed.
I finally go into the bathroom (because I wasn't prepared to stay up all night) to find him on the floor. I tell him to get up. INSTANTLY. He somehow manages to find strength in the midst of his extreme pain and.....rises. I tell him to go to the bathroom. NOW. In spite of his protests that he can't STAND, I witness the miracle of his RISING. He finishes. By himself without my assistance.
"Mom, I still really can't walk you know. I have to hop," he protests, much less however. I ask him how he can manage to hop when he can't even walk.
"Hopping is easier. That's why," he 'splains.
We brush his teeth. He is increasingly-amazingly (bad grammar, I know) healed. So much so that he runs to his bedroom, forgetting his ailment.
We pray and do our nightly rituals. He kisses me good night.
And I do not hear a peep from him all night. Nor all day today. It's a miracle.
And that is why I rarely take him seriously.
And that is why he drives me to the brink.
He is six. SIX! And I am more grey every day.
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
"Mom, do you know what car-league means? It means a professor."
The professor from his computer game was getting into a car and was called by another person in the game "his esteemed car-league (a.k.a. colleague)". Thus, car-league means professor.
I loved this interpretation so much that I just had to record it.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Anyway.......tonight I had a little snuggle with my daughter. And played a game of "Which Do You Prefer?". In Which Do You Prefer, a silly game we started years ago, we give each other two things and ask which thing we prefer. Simple.
So tonight I asked her the usual. Which do you prefer.....roses or tulips? Gumballs or cherry candies? Lime green or orange? The rules are simple....if you can't answer then the game is over. After tiring my brain out trying to think of more unique things to pin her on, I finally told her it was her turn to ask me which I preferred.
What does the turkey ask?
Which do you prefer.......Hannah or Seth?
The game was over.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Maybe I'm just a proud mama, but I do think it has a Japanese sound to it (having listened with her last week).
I am very, very proud of my daughter.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
My heart was glad and I smiled. I realized that he must have snuck out in the middle of the night to his *secret hiding place* in order for me to see this when I woke up. I found out later that his *secret hiding place* was out on the deck. Since it had rained nonstop for two days, the deck was left vacant and thus a safe place. I smiled as I imagined him creeping out onto the cold deck in the middle of the night to retrieve my prize.
This trait is one of the sweetest things about my husband.
While driving in the car the other night, I told both of the kids that daddy and I will be married eleven years on Saturday. My ever-inquisitive son piped up and said:
"Then Hannah came along? Then me?"
Tears came to my eyes. "Yes, Seth. You and Hannah are God's gifts to daddy and I," I answered.
I sit in awe of the last eleven years. There has been some extremely tough times when I didn't know if we would make it, as I am sure there are in most marriages. But tonight I have a grateful heart. I am married to a man who wasn't raised to have kindness. I am married to man who was taught to fight back hard or else you would be trampled on. I am married to a man who didn't have birthday parties and where birthdays were more of a verbal comment than anything else. Yet, through eleven years, I have seen him strive to be kind, because it's not his natural tendency. I have seen him learning to bite his tongue and not fight me back when I wanted to do nothing but fight.
And I am married to man who makes national holidays out of every special occasion in our family and perfected them to a fine art. He could actually teach seminars to other men on "how to make your family supremely happy on their special days". He could show men how to make their wive's day on a very limited budget.
So, eleven years later, we are both still growing. Still striving to improve our relationship and our walk with God. We are not stagnating.
And I am so very thankful for this man that I married.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Notice all the animals on my son's bed? Every night, he has to lay them in this EXACT order beside him. EVERY NIGHT. If he can't find one (which happens often enough) I have a hard time settling him down enough to go to sleep. I think he has a teeny wee bit of OCD.
He was such a wonderful little guy at church tonight. He snuggled down in my arms, turned my ear to his lips so he could properly whisper:
"Thank you God for giving me such a wonderful mom."
How simply sweet and heart melting is that? To top it off, he stroked my cheek and said:
"Mom, you have such squishy cheeks," (like squishy cheeks was a wonderful trait - and actually the first time I didn't mind having squishy cheeks) and "your cheeks are so kissable." Yes, he actually said that to his mother. Can you imagine how on earth I'm going to cope when he's older?
We are currently looking for a home on a deserted island.
He had two new questions for me as well.
"Mom, how do you know when dogs are laughing?" (which I think I know the answer for) and,
"Do fish have hearts?"
We haven't searched out the exact answers yet, but I find myself thoroughly enjoying his questions.
Today, my mother's heart is mush for my boy.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
This time he wasn't singing...yet. He saw the GInormous beast on the roof in the back seat. His brave sister did her best to kill the monster, but missed. I asked her where the offensive critter was.
She told me.
"It's ON Seth," she answered, without thought.
And the end of the world came. Shrieks and screams. Fits of terror. I pulled the car over, I must confess that I was
If you have ever wondered if it was possible for a kid to wiggle out of their seatbelt, I have full evidence that IT IS. Seth was at an angle that put him partially out of his seatbelt.
I never did find the bug, but I checked and reassured my son that it was gone. His sister, trying to make up for her earlier mistake, told him that it "must have flown out when mom opened the door". He believed her. His big sister knows pretty much everything, after all.
I end with one last thing: This incidence sure weren't no song and dance.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
He called me to his room at 10:00 (he was in bed by 9:00).
"Mom, I'm lonely," he stated.
Hard-hearted (and extremely tired myself), I was not moved. I told him to go to sleep. Lest anyone think I am totally without compassion, this is a boy who on a daily basis wants me with him in every room of the house because he's lonely. He's the last one eating - EVERY DAY - so I leave him at the table (or I might as well set up a tent and camp, and get nothing done) - EVERY DAY. And EVERY DAY he tells me to come back because he's lonely. This is a boy who has a stay-at-home mom and is homeschooled on top of that and he's STILL LONELY.
I tell ya, this is a boy who has been lonely FOR YEARS.
In my hard state, I left him there.
So, he decided to let his dad (who was already in bed) know that he was lonely.
And his dad, who does not stay at home with him all day (because he supports his family like good dads do), and who does not do 99 percent of his schooling (because he supports his family like good dads do), and who NEVER has compassion at mealtime and is the first to leave the table (because he eats the fastest