Reason 342 That I Love Us

3 01 2013

Family is a big deal to me. We have four kids, but no spares. They’re all wonderful, and wonderfully unique. I love to see how their minds work. That being said, I may have to remind them to use their powers for good.

Pretty sure my two little kids will be plotting to take over the world soon. That’s the only explanation I have for their actions.

At this very minute, Dd11 is harvesting her DNA. I heard talk about injecting it into a squid so it will obey her every command.

Ds8 is beside her at the table going through his spy kit. They even skipped after school snacks to get right to the fun.

Add in the Russian accent from the other day, and this is really the only logical conclusion I can draw.

*scribbles on post it – remember to give children dessert*

I have to wonder if this is one of the side effects of living in a home where writing and books are constant friends. Here, anything is possible. Many of our dinner time discussions revolve around them saying things like, “mom, you should put_____in your book.”

I often find myself wondering what they’ll be when they grow up. Whether it’s taking over the world, or something less exciting, I hope they have fun with it.


The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

5 12 2012

I will admit the holiday season is hit or miss for me. Sometimes I’m in a grinchy mood. Other times a jolly mood. Last year I forced joy by turning up my favorite Christmas music and dancing with the children. It worked.

But one thing never fails to place my feet solidly on the jolly side. Tonight, like we’ve done for the past five years, the women and young women from our church went to a women’s shelter in our neighborhood. We decorate the dining room, bring in Christmas dinner, and gifts.

Each year, in preparation for the event we get together and make small pillowcases the children can color and keep for themselves. It doesn’t sound like a big deal, but many of these children have fled their homes, or been taken from dangerous situations with nothing more than what they have with them at the time. This pillow is one of the few things that is theirs. Even the women enjoy coloring their pillowcases.

We eat with the women, visit with them. We play with the children, help them color their pillowcases, and entertain them.

I always leave there feeling better than when I arrived, no matter the mood I was in. I realize how truly blessed I am, and how much I take for granted.

I work with the 12-13 year old girls at church, and I was so proud of them tonight. Most of them want to come back and volunteer at the women’s shelter. I think they might understand the true meaning of Christmas better than I do. It’s something that seems to fill their hearts through out the year, not just at Christmas time.

Well. That’s interesting.

10 11 2012

My van caught on fire today.

There was a weird sound under the hood, and I think we left part of our car on the road. A passing driver yelled, “You’re on fire!” Before we saw any smoke. We pulled off the road and onto the grass and gathered up most of our things and got away from the van.

My husband called 911 to let them know what was going on. I heard him say, “Follow the smoke. You should be able to see it now.”

It did go up pretty quickly.

Here’s what it looked like after the KCFD put out the fire.

Better my car than my house.

I’m sure this will end up in a book somewhere 😉