Monday, December 13, 2010

Thankful on a cold Monday....



It is a bitter cold Monday, and I was in agreement with my boys today that it would be a great day to stay in bed.  A mom can dream can't she :)  The week promises to be crazy- packed full with work, and plans every night this week.  Crazy, Chaos... it's what we know, it's what we do.  And, while it seems our lives are in a constant state of change,  

I will be thankful!

28.  for the precious little boy who keeps finding his way into my bed in the wee hours of the morning- because with us, he feels safe
29.  for the parking space in front of the office this afternoon, and not getting a parking ticket
30.  for Kleenex, to wipe the tears that are flowing too freely and frequently these days
31.  for Teri
32.  that Jeremiah tells me God has plans for me, that are not to harm me (some days I need to be reminded)
33.  a surprise date night with my husband
34.  Godly counsel
35.  the tacky Christmas lights popping up all over town
36.  Shayne,  he makes me smile watching him as he gets so excited about this time every year
37.  checks that arrive on time
38.  working from home
39.  the glow of the christmas tree
40.  a garage to carry my sleeping children from, instead of out in the wind
41.  that I can pour my heart out to God, and never say a word
42.  a movie night with Shayne- even if it started after 11 pm- any time with my teenage son is precious
43.  that my husband cleaned up the kitchen this morning, after I baked last night and left the dishes in the sink
44.  homemade oreo truffles in the fridge
45.  I survived taking all the kids Christmas shopping for Daddy, with NO, that's ZERO major meltdowns in the the store

what 'ya thankful for?

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Pants

Isaiah cried to go to the bus stop with Rex and Elijah this morning- yes he was in shorts and a TShirt, and No, he wasn't interested in anything else, like a jacket or coat- he just ran screaming out the front door, "wait for me daddy"

Rex kept asking him if he was cold, to which he replied through chattering teeth, NO.  (he lies)

Since we know he has issues with textures and especially his clothing, we are choosing not to battle over what he wears.  I know, you and everybody else disagrees with this decision- but you don't have to deal with him when he is melting down because he can't unbutton his jeans or the tag is itching him, or there is a pocket, or the neck droops, or the pants are itchy, or, or, or.  So, while it goes against the "norm" for us as parents, and we look irresponsible to the world, we are determined, that he knows what he feels and when he gets cold enough he will decide to wear long pants. 

So, imagine my excitement when I picked him up from daycare tonight, and walking down the hallway, he slipped in, out of the blue, the question.....

Mommy, can I wear pants tomorrow- the wind is cold on my legs!  

I picked my jaw up off of the floor and responded, OF COURSE you can wear pants! It was at this moment that both of my arms spontaneously went straight up in victory and I heard the hallelujah chorus in my mind.

Now, I can hardly sleep in anticipation of his decision tomorrow morning.  I'm hoping, since it is 19 degrees that he will choose wisely.  I am lying her imagining the expression on all his teachers faces.  (as if their suggestion was the one thing that finally convinced him, their idea was one that his parents had never considered.)

I guess we will just have to wait and see how it goes in the morning.  I'll be sure to let you know :)

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Peace and Perspective

Christmas brings many emotions.  I love the season, but usually find myself struggling with trying to make our dollars stretch far enough, find the extra time to do all the extra things, and enjoy the season without the extra stresses.  Simply put- I often loose my perspective. 

Sunday nights have become "mommy's night" and normally I stay home while my boys go to Awana's and youth group. I usually end up at the grocery store, or running errands or folding laundry. It rarely ends up being a peaceful night, but it is usually quiet. This past Sunday night, I took a little trip to KMart to pick up some Melatonin for my boys.  I watched the other shoppers fill their carts with gifts and decorations.  Then, I got to the check out line, and in front of me was a couple....of grandparents.  They had filled a couple of carts with Christmas gifts for their grandson. I know it was for their grandson because I heard them talk about it, over and over and over.  On and on they went about their grandson, and Christmas morning, and oh what fun it was going to be.  I confess, I got whiny.  I thought back on my childhood- if I ever actually received a present from my grandparents, I sadly don't remember it.  Then I thought about my own children- who have grandparents who love them- but have never, to my knowledge, bought cartloads of presents for them.  I went home feeling more "poor" than before and a little more stressed wondering how we were going to "do" all that needed to be done.  I was distracted by the worlds' perspective of Christmas.

I arrived home to an empty house, and took advantage of the last hour of so of quiet to finish decorating the house for Christmas.  I pulled out our nativity set, which I hadn't used the last couple of years.  Let's just be honest- this year is the first year since Elijah and Isaiah joined our family, that is remotely close to the NORMAL we used to know. 

I arranged the pieces in what I thought was the appropriate places...


While the boys all walked past, nobody payed attention except Isaiah.  He walked in the door and was immediately drawn to it.  Isaiah's my "crasher" so my initial reaction was "don't touch- they will break" but I decided that if he wanted to play with baby Jesus, who am I to say no. 

He began to take it apart.  He talked to them, calling them "buddy"- they were "in"- he would stop and clap.  He started singing "glory to God" raising his hands in praise, and then every so often, would wipe his forehead, as if it were dripping with sweat. 

this is how he put them back- he told me "baby Jesus has to be in the middle so everybody can see him"

Got cold chills?  I sure did.  God spoke to me through my baby's play.  I think he's got perspective.

So how do we find peace, when the world is throwing all the wrong  perspectives at us?

Isaiah 26:3- He keeps him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee; because he trusts in Him.

The only thing we can trust in, depend on- is Jesus.  He won't fail us.


This morning, before we could go to school, Isaiah had to stop and play, and when he was done, he made sure Jesus was in His proper place- the center.

and my fear about them getting broken....


oh yea, we have a headless shepherd. 

But, that's okay.   We are all broken aren't we?  We come to Jesus, broken and ugly and with nothing to offer.   I'll glue the shepherds head back on then Isaiah will let him back into the group so he can look at Jesus too. And, because that baby boy grew up and willingly gave his life on the cross, 33 years later- He takes us in our brokenness, covers our sin with his blood and glues us back together.  And, He keeps putting us back together, over and over and over- that's why we can put our trust in Him.  That's how we can know peace. 


Got peace? 
Get perspective...
Keep Jesus in the center of your life and your Christmas! 

John 3:16- For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him will be saved! 



Praise Him, Praise Him, Glory to the Newborn King!!!



 


Saturday, December 4, 2010

Santa Saturday 2010

admiring the reindeer... and reminding us that "Shayne would shoot this deer"
(note he is back in his favorite "scare" pants and hunting shirt- washed yet again)


working out with Isaiah's thera-band, waiting to see Santa 

Santa sings about the Reindeers, including Holly & Buck (he's the naughty reindeer)


the boys enjoyed it, but only in mommy's lap- they still get scared in different surroundings  

helping Santa sing... very quietly



Santa had alot more to talk about this year- Isaiah wasn't too interested in the stories 


he didn't wake up while Santa played the cow bells- or during the annual Santa photo - which normally doesn't include mommy 

until we walked out of the door- so we hurried back in for one more photo- eyes opened but still a little sleepy


then it was off the the Roanoke Weiner Stand for our traditional Santa Saturday lunch- and what a surprise....

SNOW! 

so Elijah caught some...

then, it was time to pick up Shayne- who we really missed today. 


a little movie and a snack waiting for dinner finishes off a great day!









beginning to feel like Christmas...

I love Christmas.  No matter how stressful it can be, and it usually is, I still love the season.  I love what it means to me, my Jesus was born.  And, I in a sick way, enjoy watching the insanity of the American consumers.  I love the smells.  I love the music that plays in the background.

I love the Christmas programs my children "perform" (if you will) in. 

Yesterday was the first. 

The morning started with great fun- as soon as I suggested that Isaiah wear pants (and not scare pants, his favorite plain shorts) the meltdown began.  "I don't want to sing, it makes me scared, I want to stay home mommy" and on and on it went.  I finally got him into his "fly" clothes and I dropped him off at pre-school. 

The Kingom Kids Christmas program started at 10AM on a Friday morning. Seriously people, don't you know what that does to the kids- seeing mommy in the middle of the morning- OF COURSE they all start crying to go home.  Anyway, I attended all my meetings and took early lunch.  Arriving right on time 10:03 a.m. :)  I wasn't sure what to expect- based on our early morning antics.

The air was filled with excitement.  Cameras, vidoe cameras - and IPHONES everyway. Beaming parents and grandparents, aunts and uncles.  so fun. 

The classes performed by age.



The three's were precious- I don't remember too much about their songs, but they all seemed to find their mommy's and greet them appropriately... HI MOMMY- THERES MY MOMMY :)

and then it was Isaiah's class' turn.. they marched in like little indians-



at least he wasn't crying - and was wearing long pants

but definitely not so sure about this

but he came around and sang beautifully- Santa Clause is Coming to Town, and Go, tell it on the Mountain.  Total time- abour 4.5 minutes.  



video
Then they all came together for a wonderful rendition of "We wish you a Merry Christmas"


"Hi Mommy!"  Hi Baby... I want to go home mommy, Landon's going home! 
yea, again with the mid-morning ideas.  I need to have a talk with the planners.

I walked him to his room, reminded him the wonderful smell was school pizza and assured him I'd be back for him later.

and I was back home and working by 10:45a.m. 


I do love this time of year.  Today, we're off today to see Santa. 



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