I STILL HAVE SLEEPIES IN MY EYES!
I DONT’ WANT TO GET UP!
THE GIRLS WOKE ME UP!
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING IN MY HAIR!
YOU GOT WATER IN MY EYES!
BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO EAT!
I DON’T HAVE ANY MILK!! (at least this one made me think of a certain hilarious video of my childhood)
BUT WHY CAN’T I HAVE NUTELLA?!?!?!?!
WHERE ARE MY EAR MUFFS?!?!?!?!?!?
MY BOW IS IN THE WAY OF MY EAR MUFFS!!!!!! TAKE IT OUT!!!!!!!
Then add the baby.
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
HE HIT ME!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Then add the other boy crying
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! I
DON’T
HAVE ANY HAIR GLUBS (ear muffs)!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
I DON’T LIKE BABY BOY CRYING!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
WWWWAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAA WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
This was all in the space of one hour. I think I might be a LITTLE bit crazy right now.
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Providing
I work. We all work, but I have a job away from home which pays me
money. So, in that way I provide for my family. Somehow that is not as
fulfilling as you would think. I used to not work. I worked, just not
at a job that paid me money. It was much more fulfilling.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to take the afternoon off work (the one that pays me money) and take Lunchmeat to the dentist and then my wonderful mother-in-law watched him and Peanut so Cake and I could can three flats of tomatoes which she had gotten for us.
Cake worked with me for an hour or two then she got bored and played computer games after regretting not being at granny’s house, but I labored on. In the end I had twenty four jars of canned tomatoes in various forms. I ran out of jars…
This morning as I was wiping down the jars and putting them in my cupboard I was overtaken by a feeling of truly providing for my family, it was a very spiritual feeling. I don’t know why it was so different from going to work and getting a pay check, but it was. I guess reporting running and database work just isn’t spiritual for me.
I prayed and asked the Lord to bless my efforts that the food I had made would be good for my family. I just sat there staring at the jars filled with this feeling of accomplishment and love for my family. What a blessing it is to be able to provide for my family in what ever way I can. I am grateful that I am able to learn skills that will make me more able to provide for them in a variety of ways.
Yesterday I had the opportunity to take the afternoon off work (the one that pays me money) and take Lunchmeat to the dentist and then my wonderful mother-in-law watched him and Peanut so Cake and I could can three flats of tomatoes which she had gotten for us.
Cake worked with me for an hour or two then she got bored and played computer games after regretting not being at granny’s house, but I labored on. In the end I had twenty four jars of canned tomatoes in various forms. I ran out of jars…
This morning as I was wiping down the jars and putting them in my cupboard I was overtaken by a feeling of truly providing for my family, it was a very spiritual feeling. I don’t know why it was so different from going to work and getting a pay check, but it was. I guess reporting running and database work just isn’t spiritual for me.
I prayed and asked the Lord to bless my efforts that the food I had made would be good for my family. I just sat there staring at the jars filled with this feeling of accomplishment and love for my family. What a blessing it is to be able to provide for my family in what ever way I can. I am grateful that I am able to learn skills that will make me more able to provide for them in a variety of ways.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Quietude
I love the quiet after all the kids have fallen asleep, when everything is done for the evening. But it is not truly quiet.
It’s amazing how un-quiet a modern house is. There are hums and buzzes and whirring even if you have turned everything as “off” as it can go.
I remember one of the more quiet moments of my life, out in the woods, late at night, far from any other person, just laying on the ground looking up at the stars. Even then, when you listen there are always noises, little sounds of life, movement, breath, wind.
Another quiet moment was in the middle of winter in the middle of a vast snow field, far from any trees or civilization. When I stopped and held my breath I could almost here silence…but not quite. There was dripping, whooshing, and cracking…the Earth holding it’s breath.
The most quiet moment, and darkest, I ever had was once when I went spelunking and we wiggled our way through this narrow tunnel where to enter you had to worm your way through with your arms above your head when I was at the end where it opened up into a small cave just big enough to sit in I turned off my light and again I held my breath.
There, at last, I though, was perfect Quietude.
But no, I had brought noise with me.
There in the silence, far below the earth in the deep darkness I could hear my own body breaking the perfect soundlessness.
My Heart.
When all other sounds were stopped I could hear the blood as it rushed through my ears, I could hear the sound of my heart beat.
But in a way, there was peace in this realization. Just as there was no where I could go on this wide earth that I could escape the sounds of life, particularly my own, so it is with the Lord, there is no place so remote, no hole so deep and dark where we cannot hear His Voice if we will but stop and listen to the Quietude of it’s sound.
It’s amazing how un-quiet a modern house is. There are hums and buzzes and whirring even if you have turned everything as “off” as it can go.
I remember one of the more quiet moments of my life, out in the woods, late at night, far from any other person, just laying on the ground looking up at the stars. Even then, when you listen there are always noises, little sounds of life, movement, breath, wind.
Another quiet moment was in the middle of winter in the middle of a vast snow field, far from any trees or civilization. When I stopped and held my breath I could almost here silence…but not quite. There was dripping, whooshing, and cracking…the Earth holding it’s breath.
The most quiet moment, and darkest, I ever had was once when I went spelunking and we wiggled our way through this narrow tunnel where to enter you had to worm your way through with your arms above your head when I was at the end where it opened up into a small cave just big enough to sit in I turned off my light and again I held my breath.
There, at last, I though, was perfect Quietude.
But no, I had brought noise with me.
There in the silence, far below the earth in the deep darkness I could hear my own body breaking the perfect soundlessness.
My Heart.
When all other sounds were stopped I could hear the blood as it rushed through my ears, I could hear the sound of my heart beat.
But in a way, there was peace in this realization. Just as there was no where I could go on this wide earth that I could escape the sounds of life, particularly my own, so it is with the Lord, there is no place so remote, no hole so deep and dark where we cannot hear His Voice if we will but stop and listen to the Quietude of it’s sound.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Time Marches On
And that’s a good thing…sometimes
I’m very excited for the future, some changes that I anticipate that it will bring. Next year Husband will be done with school and that will, hopefully, change life quite a bit.
Other change makes me a little bit sad. I registered Cake for her test to enter Kindergarten (The school we want to put her in requires a test to attend) this fall. Where did my little Cakie go? How is she old enough to go to school? It’s crazy.
And Lunchmeat, he’s not a baby anymore. He is almost THREE.
My firstborn is six…how did this happen?
I’m very excited for the future, some changes that I anticipate that it will bring. Next year Husband will be done with school and that will, hopefully, change life quite a bit.
Other change makes me a little bit sad. I registered Cake for her test to enter Kindergarten (The school we want to put her in requires a test to attend) this fall. Where did my little Cakie go? How is she old enough to go to school? It’s crazy.
And Lunchmeat, he’s not a baby anymore. He is almost THREE.
My firstborn is six…how did this happen?
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Flashbacks
So, I’ve had the wonderful blessing of being able to be around a lady has she has joined the Church.
It’s been so amazing to see her as she has been Baptized and received the gift of the Holy Ghost. I’ve really enjoyed talking with her and listening to her experiences and I love that fact that she want’s to hear about my mission experiences.
Sitting next to her in church gave me mission flashbacks.
It’s been wonderful to feel the Spirit that comes along with new converts and to remember all that is unique about the gospel even down the little things the terminology we use (like I Stake isn’t wood nor do your eat it), like the fact that RS activities don’t cost anything to attend, and what a Fireside or a Devotional is.
It’s amazing when you stop and think about how much NEW someone coming into the church has to take in, we take so much for granted, in the words we use and the way we talk about things. I hope I will be able to help make things a little bit clearer for my new Sister and I’m grateful to be able to bask in her joy of having the Gospel new in her life!
It’s been so amazing to see her as she has been Baptized and received the gift of the Holy Ghost. I’ve really enjoyed talking with her and listening to her experiences and I love that fact that she want’s to hear about my mission experiences.
Sitting next to her in church gave me mission flashbacks.
It’s been wonderful to feel the Spirit that comes along with new converts and to remember all that is unique about the gospel even down the little things the terminology we use (like I Stake isn’t wood nor do your eat it), like the fact that RS activities don’t cost anything to attend, and what a Fireside or a Devotional is.
It’s amazing when you stop and think about how much NEW someone coming into the church has to take in, we take so much for granted, in the words we use and the way we talk about things. I hope I will be able to help make things a little bit clearer for my new Sister and I’m grateful to be able to bask in her joy of having the Gospel new in her life!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Don't Call Me Cracker!
So, Cake has been getting really mad at Lunchmeat recently. Lunchmeat
is trying to say Cake’s full name but it is coming out sound like
Cracker to her ears. This makes her REALLY REALLY mad. So she often
winds up yelling at him.
“DON’T CALL ME CRACKER MY NAME IS CAKE!” (She does actually call herself Cake, I don’t just use it for fun here on the blog, she actually call’s herself that half the time)
To which Lunchmeat responds.
“Sorry Cracker.”
“DON’T CALL ME CRACKER MY NAME IS CAKE!” (She does actually call herself Cake, I don’t just use it for fun here on the blog, she actually call’s herself that half the time)
To which Lunchmeat responds.
“Sorry Cracker.”
The Robot
Lunchmeat like logos. He is, after all, his fathers son. It’s fun
to see him building with them. A few days ago he built something where
afterwards I heard him say what it was, where he had something other
then just sticking blocks together in mind.
Behold The Robot.
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