I am so proud of her. I love you, Kellie-Laine!
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I am so proud of her. I love you, Kellie-Laine!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
As I was driving to Bible study this morning, Landrie spotted a cat sunbathing on top of a car.
"Oooh, look at that mudder (mother) cat sitting on the car. She's a nice kitty."
Then after a few moments Landrie stated the obvious,
"She's a mudder cat because she has a big, wide bottom."
If a cat is idenitified as a mother by its' big, wide bottom-- I'm scared to ask what Landrie thinks of mine.
Friday, February 15, 2008
I hosted a Trends Between Friends sale at my house (a.k.a Boutique Beeler) this week. This really is a good idea, so I'm sharing it with you in case you ever decide to do it.
It started with a friend of mine who switched careers and was left with a closet full of clothing she could no longer wear. She asked me if I wanted to look through her clothes and if I had any friends who might want to do the same. She priced a ton of clothes, I emailed a few friends, and Boutique Beeler was born! My friend made about $600 dollars, and my girlfriends and I purchased some high-end clothing for a pretty reasonable price.
If it works, keep doing it, right? I hosted Boutiqe Beeler for a second time this week, but on a larger scale. I enlisted 4 of my sharp-dressed friends to give me the overflow from their closets, and held a two-day shopping event. We emailed the above invitation to many, many people, had appetizers, shopping hours, a preview party--the whole shebang! And so for two days I was pretty much tied to my house with two very bored little girls who could care less about keeping the house straight, not touching the items for sale, and the presence of strangers strolling about our house. I'll be honest and say that the first Boutique Beeler was waaaaay more successful than the second time around. Still, I think with the right clothing, right date, and right price....this is a really fun thing to do. I just need to make sure my kids are, like, in college before I do this again.
So on top of the sales event of the year, I got blind-sided by Valentine's Day. This tends to happen year after year after year. I suck at Valentine's Day. Really, I do. Landrie's teacher gave us an "at home" project to make our own Valentine's box for the school valentine exchange. She suggested that we do this project with our child because the kids really enjoy the crafty-ness of the project. She then suggested that we be creative with this project. I'm sorry, but in my world being creative with my child is akin to giving myself a hair cut and letting my kids hold the scissors. It's ugly, messy, and a big ol'disaster waiting to happen. So late one night, I made the box myself and left a few details for Landrie to complete. Okay, let me be honest here....I completed the whole darn box minus the stickers. I let Landrie stick on the stickers. Big whoop. Yep, that's what I did because first of all, SuperMom doesn't know how to let others have much, if any, control of anything. Secondly, I had an idea in mind for what the box should look like, and my idea didn't have anything to do with letting a four year old hold glue or scissors.
Things got even better when I asked Kellie-Laine to give left over candy as a Valentine's gift to her friends....a day late. Candy left over from Boutique Beeler. (I am soooo putting you moms to shame, aren't I? Just stop by this blog any time you want to get that daily dose of "At least I'm a better mom than her!")
As for my husband...well, I think you pretty much know where this is going. He, too, got the raw end of the deal. I meant to talk to him all week about not doing anything for V-Day for each other because, well, it just was too much for me to think about. Like I said, I meant to talk to him, but I forgot. So he, of course, does the awesome husband-thing and surprises me with a photo session with my favorite photographer! What did I have for him? Zero. Nada. Zilch. (Don't try to be like me, people. I'm at a level you can't even possibly attain.) I think I managed to salvage the day by ordering a Baskin Robbin's ice cream cake for him, but it was a futile attempt to save a week that was already spriraling towards hell. I was too busy. Too preoccupied. Too distracted. And to be honest, too selfish.
Finally, my eldest daughter had been complaining of a sore throat and running fever off and on. The doctor's appointment on Thursday proved inconclusive...no strep, no flu. So off to school she went on Friday so that she wouldn't miss the Valentine's skate party. Basketball tournament that evening (the third game of the week).....and then we got a call from the doctor's office. You guessed it. Strep test culture came back positive. After we had infected 116 friends and family.
I vow never to be busy again. (Yeah, right.) Being busy sucks.
Friday, February 8, 2008
Or this.Doesn't dog food taste bad?? Or rather...shouldn't it?? According to Emerie's standards (which are obviously pretty low) it doesn't. In fact, it must have a pleasantly pleasing taste, one that kids prefer, because I could not keep the child away from the dogfood. She would fuss at me as though I were taking away a delightful snack from her.
Now you just nevermind the fact that getting the photo of the dogfood consumption was of greater importance than getting it out of her mouth. I don't want to hear one word about it. I did it for the blog, people! For you. Thankfully, we did not have to get the poison control involved.
In other random news, I hosted a small playgroup at my house this morning. Here is a photos of my friend, Amy, and the kids on the trampoline. The weather was amazing, and the little tykes had fun jumping on our no-safety-net trampoline. We like to prepare our kids for the real bumps and bruises of life by letting their little hands and feet get mangled in the springs of the trampoline. It makes them stronger really. I'm sure Kellie-Laine will look back one day and say, "Remember when you and dad let me fall through the springs of the trampoline and my hair and hands would get stuck and pinched and my face would be all dirty and sweaty with tears? But you would tell me to keep jumping, no matter how bad I wanted to stop. Remember those times? I really appreciate that you were teaching me that life is hard and that I should suck it up and keep on going. It has made me who I am today."
Playing on three baskteball teams equals approximately three games a week, two practices a week, $9 in entrance fees, $30 in babysitting fees, and has cost me additional money for my shameless bribing of Kellie-Laine. Bribing is not beneath me. And I think I'd rather use the term "incentivizing" or "motivating."
What led to the bribing was when Kellie-Laine began playing with the select city-league team, she faced many other girls her age who were as good, if not better, than her. Instead of rising to the challenge and playing harder; she played with fear and timidity. Our "big fish in a little pond" became a "tadpole in an ocean" and crumbled. I was not going to have that, so I resorted to shameless bribes, er I mean, incentives. Unfortunately, the gifts of motivation didn't work so well, but you know what did?
1. Me backing off and only yelling positive things during the game. (It also helped that her coach had a little talk with me about not coaching from the stands. Yep, it's true. She said it lovingly, of course. But the coach was right, and now I've resorted to cheerleader-esque yells: you can do it! way to go! woo-hoo! clap-clap, stomp-stomp)
2. Kellie-Laine had a couple of great games on her two other teams; ones in which she totally dominated the floor. This gave her an extreme boost of confidence and she began playing full force once again.
Who knew? Who knew Kellie-Laine would rather hear encouragement than receive gifts? Who knew my non-paid position as a sideline coach would be detrimental? Who knew that Emerie would have a fascination with eating all-that-is-inappropriate? Who knew I would raise a child who likes to mime bathroom activities in the sanctuary? Really. You can't make this stuff up, people. It's better than reality TV.
Welcome to the life of a SuperMom...... in all its splendor and glory.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
I am a mother. I am a consumer. I am also a Christian, and perhaps this very reason alone is what makes these commericals so offensive to me. It is no wonder our kids are confused about sex, sexuality, Christianity, morality, and a host of other issues that haven't come to my mind just yet. We, as Christian parents, tell our kids it's a gift saved for marriage while the world tells them it's for everyone...even cartoons!
I am appalled at the nature....the sexual nature....of these commercials. And I want you, as mothers, as consumers, and as Christians, to be appalled with me.
It has never been harder to raise godly children than today. Conversely, it has never been more important to do so. There are days I feel like I'm doing pretty good at sheltering and protecting their bubble of a world (and, yes, I choose to keep them in the bubble as much as possible). Then there are days when I feel like he world's influence has penetrated my girls' very soul. I know Satan wants us to feel defeated, frustrated, and powerless. But I know a victorious, patient, and mighty God who will fight for me and for my children.
I came across a verse the other day that I had never read before but I now love so much. Exodus 14:14 says, "The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still." Oh, how I love knowing that the Lord is fighting for me, my family, my kids and that His victory has already been determined. I also love how this verse serves as a reminder that I need to be still (read: get out of His way) and let Him do his thing!!! Praise God.
I'll be blogging pretty soon about ways in which to talk to your kids about s-e-x. I happen to have a little experience in this area a since I have a 12 year old. This is the one question I get asked most from my friends....how should I do it? when is the appropriate age? what should I say? I don't have all the answers, but I do have what has worked for our family so far. I'd like to think we've been successful in this area, but only time will tell.
Check back soon for that topic!