I have missed you all. As I am sure you have missed me! I do however, have a perfectly good reason for not blogging in soooooo long…
Operation Fairy Princess Kingdom!
- Operation Fairy Princess Kingdom
Pop had to go to South Carolina on church business and took the 3 little girls with him: Kyleigh, Brytleigh, and Delaynie. The silence ensuing from the departure of the little girls inspired Mother Myhre, Cuteness of All to bestow upon me a project of epic proportions.
Having once upon a time painted a playroom as the outdoors at the behest of the aforementioned Mom, I was now aware of talent that I possess, not to be conceited. While I was in high school, it came about that the playroom needed to be painted. Mom thrust a bagful of paints and paintbrushes into my unwilling hands and informed me that my job was to ‘make this room cute. You can do it!’ I sketched, penciled, and painted. The result was, for the most part, pleasing to the eyes. Aside from an experimental wishing well and the emo butterfly resulting from a break-up, it was a peaceful scene of the outdoors replete with dragonflies, bumble bees, and a tree gracing the corner. Around the light fixture, the ceiling was adorned with yellow and gold rays to portray the sun. Sadly, I do not have pictures of this venture into the world of room murals. Continue reading
Evan coined a word. It means ‘the god of all pirates’. Arrrrgh!
In this house, we share an addiction: Facebook. On Facebook, one can change one’s language to any number of things. If you speak German, you can read your Facebook in German. If you are Finnish, your Facebook can also be Finnish.
If you are, in fact, peiratemaniac, you can change your Facebook language to Pirate.
Evan be snortin' fire grog!
Evan’s status on the aforementioned portal of addiction declared to the world that he is now the king or god of pirates. His friend, Nick, or Cap’n Nickolai as he referred to himself while drinking the grog of the power of Facebook pirateness, declared war on Evan and his bad pirate self. Arg! Mateys! Continue reading
There are usually expectations for occasions and holidays. What will happen, how we will feel… Yet we all know that when we get there it’s never exactly what we thought it would be and we have the audacity to be disappointed when the fairy tale in our mind is dashed. Usually…
I have learned that I hurt myself and my poor husband when I plan a Princess movie in my head for any occasion, and then am distraught and convinced I am unloved when Jim doesn’t magically guess what it is that I was expecting, and ‘fails to deliver’.
This year for Valentine’s Day I made a decision that made it the best Valentine’s Day I have ever had. I took my stupid, silly expectations and threw them in the trash and took the trash out to the trash bin which eventually got emptied and carried away by the trash man.
I know that my husband and I love each other. I tell him so and he, likewise, assures me of his adoration of me. I do not need a day to prove that to me. It may sound like I am being jaded and sarcastic, but this is the honest-to-goodness truth with no hard feelings. I have accepted Valentine’s Day as a fun day on which my parents give us books and candy and we eat heart-shaped pancakes. Jim let me know he was going to take me out in the evening, which is something we try to take time to do once a week, whether it be coffee, dinner, a movie, or some combination of these. As long as we get to hang out and spend quality time with one another, away from babies, laundry, noise, and although I love them, yes, my family (we live with them), it is nice to be with just Jim for a couple of hours. Dylan agreed to babysit for the evening, not a difficulty on his part seeing that he adores his nephew and niece and they went to bed shortly after we left.
Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!
This morning we celebrated both Valentine’s Day and Saturday Morning. In our family, since Jim and I moved back from CA, Saturday mornings have been characterized by pancake breakfast. I haul my rear end out of bed and, still in my jammies, mix up a batch of pancake batter, find the kids, and begin pouring batter on the griddle. Kyleigh, Brytleigh, and Delaynie line up expectantly with plates and forks, requesting pancakes of particular shapes and designs, the most common being Mickey Mouse. Dylan, Evan, Katie, and Pop usually have to be summoned, most likely roused from sleep to partake in breakfast yumminess. Continue reading
It is most encouraging to me to hear that God uses us in one another’s lives as a blessing despite our obvious humanity. Perhaps that is why: so He is glorified above all. So often, when faced by my utter imperfection, I become despairing and hopeless (neither of these an attribute of the fruit of walking with the Spirit!). (Further hopelessness ensues…)
In tonight’s Bible Study, we embarked on a trek through the book of Psalms. Though planning to cover the 1st 2 Psalms, our dear pastor, yes, my Pop,
Today is Tuesday.
- Delaynie, Levi, Me, Jim, Scott, Pop, Mom, Evan, Dylan, Katie, Kyleigh, Brytleigh
I LOVE Tuesdays.
They come after Mondays.
And the rest of the week since last Tuesday.
Since there are 12 people in this house, it is imperative that there be designated laundry days so as to preserve a semblance of order in the organized chaos. My laundry day is Monday. On this day, every week, I sort, wash, dry, fold, and put away the laundry of 4 people: my husband Jim, Levi, Emberleigh, and myself. At least 1 outfit per day times 4 people times 7 days in a week equals 6-8 loads of laundry on Monday. Needless to say, Monday is busy for me.
I love my Brytleigh.
Yesterday she had a birthday, so according to house rules, today she’s the biggest loser in the house because it’s less her birthday now than anyone else in the family. I’d say for being the biggest loser in the house she sure is lovable. And may outsmart us all… Continue reading
Recently, a new show has been added to my favorites. In fact, at the moment, it may very well be my # 1 favorite show. Previously, my top shows–the must-see-weekly, can’t-miss-an-episode, see-or-die–have been House, MD (because who doesn’t love a cranky, pill-popping jerk of a doctor who cures mysterious illnesses for the rush), Life (and the zenfully beautiful Charlie Crews), and Sealy Booth, I mean Bones. A couple others are on the watch-them-if-I-have-nothing-better-to-watch list, but are still, enjoyable entertainment. These include Chuck and others I can’t think of at the moment, being preoccupied with the thus far undisclosed favorite. Continue reading