I am pleased to announce on a particularly miserable day near the end of February I was able to finally convince my two little men to tea party with me.
Here’s to tea time with the boys!
TTFN
I am pleased to announce on a particularly miserable day near the end of February I was able to finally convince my two little men to tea party with me.
Here’s to tea time with the boys!
TTFN
It took a lot to get me painting my daughters nails. Having never painted my own nails or had a pedicure till well into my adult years I found it an odd idea. I still have trouble imagining I will be up for them using make up on their face any time soon… one, because they have such perfect complexions at this age what ever is the point and two I have to admit I find it kinda gross on little girls.
Perhaps that is the tomboy in me talking, after all I hated it as a child, the feeling, the look. YUCK with a big tongue sticking out kinda yuck was my thoughts on the subject… until, that is, after my second baby I started to feel old, warn out… my skin just wasn’t what it used to be… I asked advice from some ladies I trusted, who’s make up was very nicely done and never over done… and learned you can have small doses of make up, that it doesn’t have to completely change what you look like or feel heavy and itchy.
Perhaps because I started to delve into the world of make up around the arrival of my second daughter and third child that that is why I started painting their nails. All I know now is that it is a relaxing event for us three little ladies. We pamper one another, read magazines and chat endlessly while we wait for the painted toes to dry. Need some quiet time with my girls? Pedicure day! Need some talk time with my girls? Pedicure day!
Although it took a lot for me to warm up to the idea of make up and me, let alone make up and my DAUGHTERS, I have to admit there is value in the time spent together; because we spend it valuing one another.
My parents told me NO make up till I was 16 and I didn’t even want to once that birthday hit… I don’t think I will go that route with my girls… I think I will raise the age requirement higher (wink)!
TTFN
Last week all four children were home. No school for my oldest two, my extroverted two. Cold weather meant I worked hard at planning many inside visits away and at home for my crew. There were days where the kid count went up to 7 around here. By the end of this week full of play dates, birthdays and sleep overs I was terribly ready to get back to quiet days at home with my youngest two.
I have spent the last two days happily cleaning up after the holiday, joyfully wearing my pjs all day, merrily reading a new book and leisurely drinking many many cups of tea while seated on my cozy chaise. I lean toward the introverted side of things, perhaps… definitely more so then my older two kids.
Such a blessing to tidy up the house in the morning and then have it pretty much stay that way for the whole afternoon. Such a wonder to get ahead on the laundry and dishes. I dream that all this will lead to one thing! I will manage to get to my secondary chores this week!Do we all have these lists? The basic list of required regular chores that insure the house is in a functional and seemly order and then the secondary list, the wish list. It is a collection of the delicious big jobs that could make our world so much more streamlined, so de-cluttered, so free of paperwork baskets and the well hidden ‘deal with later’ corners of the house. No matter how well I hide my ‘deal with later’ stuff I can’t stop thinking about it…
Oh to attack that storage space that has imploded, or to finally take all the donation items in, or to put my sons freshly destroyed bureaus full of clothing back to rights. The list goes on and includes closets and bins waiting to be organized… One may never completely complete it all, the endless jobs of a house wife, but one must try or… or drowned I suppose.
Well that seemed to come to a dramatic point… to finish on a happy note, please remember I am indeed happy about the prospect of venturing to the secondary chores list.
TTFN
Love in suffering proves it is a genuine love.The above picture is of my parents. Aren’t they just the sweetest couple? Their life together has been real. They have each suffered and sacrificed to be and stay together. A crazy love by today’s standard of love only when it is pleasant and provides pleasure for self. I examined some crazy love today… at the doctors office.
I was sitting in an incredibly uncomfortable gray chair. This chair was all the more uncomfortable when 4:15 went by… my appointment time had been 3:15. To my right, up against the wall and right near the nursing station sat the first couple… they where very advanced in years. A nurse shouts out her name and the wife slowly got up with her walker then started toward the nurse. Her husband was have a real struggle getting up even with the aid of his walker. She stopped dead without looking back and asked him if he needed her. He looked a little embarrassed as she abandoned her walker and slowly came back to help. She smiled at him as she helped him up and they walked out of the room, her in the lead, both heavily relying on their walkers.
Another older couple enters the clinic. Both take off their shoes and the wife took her husbands hand for a momentary squeeze, let go and whispered, ‘Can you see me?’ He nodded yes and she started to walk away. She turned to check on him and said ‘Still see me? Follow me to a chair,’ then reached out, touched his arm and let go again. He followed, struggling not to run into people seated around him. When they finally found seats next to one another they where behind me. I glanced back and noted the comfort they found in being together, it was written all over their posture
The third older couple sat right across from me. He looked at her hand and gruffly said ‘it looks better today’. She smiled and agreed. He then in an even more gruff tone remarked ‘I will stay here when you are called.’ She asks him why? ‘I haven’t a clue what this appointment is all about or what is going on.” “Well, (she huffed) you shan’t learn a thing by sitting out here.” He huffed back and looked at his shoes “even so I am not coming.” She looked at him for a moment, with no signs of offense and told him that was alright. She knew something about him I didn’t… he wasn’t just grumpy and she knew that and so she let him be.This people watching episode had me weepy. I was thinking about my man, how it is going to be hard for each of us to go the distance but I so long to be old and grumpy with him and him alone. I hope we are a cute couple then, playfully grumpy mostly, helpful and still tenderly affectionate… and… I really hope he remembers me, ha ha ha, his memory is already poor.
TTFN
In the moments of intense emotion how can we remember that it will be okay afterward? Beyond myself, as I fought, I heard a voice encourage me… do not sin in anger, you will not let this root deep… love, love, love… and I looked at the man that draws the most powerful emotions out of me; who pushes and yet holds me close in the strongest way I have ever experienced in the flesh and I see my best friend, my beau… that young gentle man I fell in love with, that young inexperienced, yet determined, dad that I fell more in love with, that spirit who is always growing in Christ whom I love beyond my own abilities to love… and I felt the calm in the midst of the storm… I love him, I forgave myself and I thanked the Holy Spirit for his still, small voice of reason and hope.

TTFN