6 things and a Jesus question

1. It would happen that as soon as I did a two part post on our chore system, Olivia would proceed to lose all but one of her chore button things. Naturally. Because my life is nothing if not ironic.

2. I found this in my fridge last week. I really need to blog about a certainly blue-eyed, curly headed, girl in our house who is on a kick of raiding our fridge like a person who hasn't seen food in the last 24 hours. If it weren't so insanely hilarious it might drive me crazy.

3. This homeschooling thing, it's a balance. On Monday, our kids watched WAY TOO MUCH TV while I laid on the couch nursing a headache. I also rocked Abigail three times before she decided to stop protesting a nap and also dealt with a 7 stage meltdown from one of our other children. So, at 2:00, instead of being mad and forcing our kids and myself to pretend like school was going to happen, I gave up. It was Thanksgiving week, right?

4. Our kids are obsessed with Woody Woodpecker. I'd rather him take a battering ram to my skull than watch one more episode. But, Ella now tells me that her favorite to watch is Woody the Pecker and that alone makes me laugh out loud.

5. For the third year in a row, I had a stomach virus on Thanksgiving. 36 weeks pregnant plus a stomach virus is no fun. Ever. It was short lived and seemed to only hit 2 other kids in a super mild way (I'll let your imagination do the work there) so I really can't complain. And, on Saturday and Sunday I gorged myself on Thanksgiving leftovers.

6. I was in the dollar store on Saturday getting some last minute craft stuff for our Jesse Tree. (I'll blog about that later, I hope.) It was packed. There were some crosses and other Christmas items on display and a young boy (maybe 5 or 6?) was eyeballing them. He turned to the woman with him (his Mom or grandma, I'm guessing) and said, "What's that?" and pointed to the cross. The lady said, "Oh. That's a cross. That's what Jesus died on." to which the little boy asked, "Who is Jesus?"

I lingered and listened as I looked at some stickers. She said, "Oh, Jesus is VERY important. We need to talk about him sometime," and then she casually went on down the aisle as they talked about the other things on display.

I have my own thoughts about this conversation, but I'd like to hear yours.

A Sunday link up

Lucas is running a fever this morning. So while Luke is at church with the other kids and Lucas is laying in the bed watching cartoons, I thought I'd link you guys to some great posts I've read over the last week or so.

1st up, Missy at It's Almost Naptime reposted her blog In a Stable. It's good y'all. Go check it out. You won't be sorry.

Amy at Building the Blocks posted last night about having no more room at their children't home in Guatemala. It's heartbreaking that they'd have to begin turing children away. Please read her post and see how God is moving you to act.

Finally, the Livesay Haiti Weblog's post about how to Let Go of our stuff and move forward with the life that God has called us to live sat with me for days.

Hope y'all have a great Sunday!

Spreading noses good cheer like buttah

Here it is, January 4th. I should probably be blogging about a Christmas recap or telling my resolutions for the New Year. But honestly, I'm so done with the holidays.

I mean, done. D.O.N.E.

I am ready for our Christmas tree and decorations to be put away and this Christmas to be one written and sealed in the books and only opened many years from now when I can actually find some humor in it. Today is not the day for me to find that humor, so I choose to move on.

Actually, there are a few things that were pretty humorous in regards to our trip out of town. One of them being that I apparently packed my suitcase in the dark. On the Sunday morning that we were out of town, as I prepared to go to church, I dug through mine and Luke's bag to find the only pair of black shoes I packed to go with my black and white outfit that I planned on wearing to church that day and the Christmas Eve service the following Thursday.

Instead, I pulled out this "pair" of "black" shoes.

Oh yes I'm serious.

So much for my fancy black outfit. Instead, I wore jeans I think and a different pair of brown shoes for which I forgot to pack any socks other than white athletic socks. So by 12:00pm my feet smelled like a middle school boy's locker.

I should have heeded the shoe gods' advice and realized that the rest of the trip would be downhill from there.

**For the record, that was a reenacted photo. I actually think I packed both right footed shoes, but for the sake of time and laziness I grabbed the first two of the same foot I could find. Sue me. And, in case you can't tell that shoe on the left is brown. Notsomuch for the one on the right. Have mercy.

In other news, not at all related to Christmas, my nose is growing. Spreading actually. It's becoming massive and threatening to overtake my cheeks. It happened when I was pregnant with Elizabeth, though I failed (somehow) to recognize/accept it. And, Lordhavemercy, with the twins my nose became so big I'm surprised that Luke even recognized me. Thank goodness I never got pulled over those last 3 months of the twins' pregnancy. I would have probably gotten arrested for driving with a fake license or something.

Can't you just see that headline?

Woman Claims That Her Unborn Twins Caused Her To Drive With Someone Else's License

Never say never people. We do live in America, and I do live in the south. All things are possible.

Anyway, in an attempt to prove my nose spreading point, I almost just now posted a picture of myself. But I refuse. Just take my word for it, IT'S MASSIVE.

Even my BFF didn't deny the fact that it was getting bigger. That's friendship folks. When your own husband refuses to acknowledge a specific question, yet your best friend takes it head on and says, "Yeah. It is!" That's quality, heaven-made friendship people. The best part is that I didn't even get offended.

Okay, so now I'm feeling all guilty about not even addressing the whole Christmas thing, so I'll end with a photo recap of our last 2.5 weeks.








Happy New Year Y'all. May 2010 be as smooth as room temperature buttah. Or something like that.

Merry Christmas!

from The Beaver Bunch

That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep. Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them.

They were terrified, but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people.

The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.” Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying,


“Glory to God in highest heaven,
and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”

Luke 2: 10-14

Merry Christmas!

I know I haven't posted much lately. Along with they busyness of family time and going from here to there, I've had a lot on my mind and in my heart. I promise to roll it all out to you soon.

However, don't think for one second that I'm not excited to celebrate the birth of the Greatest King to ever live!

I pray, that above all else, you will find true joy in the greatest gift we can receive, Jesus Christ.

Merry Christmas to you all!