I know we've all heard Jeff Foxworthy's take on, "You might be a redneck..." And it got me thinking lately after our latest vehicle purchase...
"You know you're a mom when..."
- a minivan has gone from "that is such a Mom car" to "this thing has enough cup holders for everyone's juice cup!"
- you can name all of the different spots on your shirt (oatmeal, milk, spit, blood).
- you sing The Itsy-bitsy Spider in the car when you're all alone.
- a trip to Wal-mart by yourself feels like heaven on earth.
- your husband thinks you look sexy and all you did was FINALLY take a shower.
- you make your 15th trip to Wal-mart because in all of the commotion of parking, kids, and checkers you forgot the real reason you came in the first place.
- you fully understand toddler talk...you get that "potty" means little business and "podda" means BIG business.
- you spell words to other adults even when your children aren't present. You may have even been spelling words around the kids that don't need to be spelled out. "Honey, I took out the T-R-A-S-H this A.M."
- you take the opportunity to smell each baby head fresh from the bath.
- you relish the sight of peacefully sleeping children.
- you cry in the shower...laugh when they giggle...ache when they're in pain.
What a great gift. I'm so glad I'm a mom.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
The Protestant Irish Fan
Being a fan of the Notre Dame Fighting Irish makes as much sense for me as being a fan of the Brigham Young Cougars. I am not Catholic anymore than I am Mormon. Yet, I am drawn by the mighty pigskin. I am consumed by the roar of the crowd...the chant of the dedicated...the rumble of the stadium. I am intrigued by the die-hard fan that paints their face (and their body) to show support for a group of individuals that don't even know they exist. It is human nature to desire oneness...we want to belong.
Notre Dame Fight Song
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame,
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send a volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky!
What though the odds be great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to victory!
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send a volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky!
What though the odds be great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to victory!
And hey... my kids all look great in their football jersey.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Out of the Mouth of Babes...Part II
"Mom, Aidan is not being nice."
"I'm sorry Ashlyn. What isn't he being nice about?"
"I don't know, but I think we should get rid of him. I think we need to get a new Aidan...at Wal-Mart."
Ahhhh, we have taught them well. Nice to see that our four year old realizes that practically everything in our world comes from Wal-mart. Sam Walton must be doing back flips in his grave!
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I was walking down the stairs with the three A's. The dogs were down below anxiously awaiting our arrival. Ashlyn made it down the stairs first and after announcing her first place standing - aka "I win" - she stopped suddenly. She made the most peculiar, "bitter-beer" face and exclaimed, "Lady smells like dirty Cheerios!"
P. U. - Hilarious...
Friday, August 29, 2008
No bones...
This topic will most likely continue beyond this post.
Kids say the darndest things...
There are things in your children's lives that you will cherish forever. Unfortunately, there are many more things we will forget because of the fast-paced lives we lead. I wanted to share a few of the amazing, and hilarious stories my children have told. These are the moments when any beverage you may be enjoying at the time will spew from your mouth or nose.
The other day I was riding in the car with the kids and Ashlyn starts talking to me about the human body. She was questioning our design (remember, she likes to talk about blood a LOT right now).
"Do we have bones in our tongue, Mom?"
"No Sweetie, it is just a big muscle." (probably one Mommy needs to exercise a little less)
"Hmmm...just a muscle? No bones? So we have bones in our legs, and arms, and feet?"
"We sure do! And in our chest and hands. Hey Ashlyn, do we have bones in our nose?"
Quietly she pondered my question...
"We have bones in our head?! But...no bones in our nose...just boogs."
Ya got that right!
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Aidan and Ashlyn were having an argument about toys. (This is a pretty regular occurrence nowadays) Aidan was frustrated by his sister for some reason and decided to hit her in the face.
Ashlyn screamed and I grabbed Aidan by the arm. I knelt down in front of him with my hands on either of his biceps.
"Aidan, did you hit Sister in the face?"
"No...I hit her in the nose."
Well, at least he's honest!
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Jerry and I took the kids to Wal-mart to pick up a few things (we all know how these visits usually go). As I headed down the aisles looking for miscellaneous items we needed around the house, Jerry took the kids on a tour of the store. There was a bit of commotion near the electronics, but we didn't pay it much attention...we're the "go in, get what you need, and get the heck outta Dodge ASAP" family. After checking out and getting the kids in the car, Jerry decided to share their adventure. Apparently, there was an autograph signing going on with a WWE wrestler, CM Punk. Jerry had taken the kids walking through the sporting goods and stopped next to a very large man with two bodyguards. After asking Jerry if he was a fan (which he responded, "I'm a Dallas Stars fan"), a man told Jerry that they couldn't have an autograph. My sweet, direct husband informed them that he had no intention of getting an autograph. While discussing the logistics of standing in line and waiting his turn, CM Punk began to talk to Aidan...
"What's your name?"
"I Aidan. (Pause) You have colors." (If you check out his link, you will see that CM Punk is covered in tattoos)
"I sure do! Does your dad have any tattoos?"
Without even thinking about it for a moment, Aidan responded..."Ra-ta-too-nee?" (Apparently we have allowed our small children to watch too many movies)
Needless to say, CM Punk was delighted to meet our middle child and asked him to give him "some skin."
WOW! Out of the mouth of babes.
Kids say the darndest things...
There are things in your children's lives that you will cherish forever. Unfortunately, there are many more things we will forget because of the fast-paced lives we lead. I wanted to share a few of the amazing, and hilarious stories my children have told. These are the moments when any beverage you may be enjoying at the time will spew from your mouth or nose.
The other day I was riding in the car with the kids and Ashlyn starts talking to me about the human body. She was questioning our design (remember, she likes to talk about blood a LOT right now).
"Do we have bones in our tongue, Mom?"
"No Sweetie, it is just a big muscle." (probably one Mommy needs to exercise a little less)
"Hmmm...just a muscle? No bones? So we have bones in our legs, and arms, and feet?"
"We sure do! And in our chest and hands. Hey Ashlyn, do we have bones in our nose?"
Quietly she pondered my question...
"We have bones in our head?! But...no bones in our nose...just boogs."
Ya got that right!
_________________________________________________
Aidan and Ashlyn were having an argument about toys. (This is a pretty regular occurrence nowadays) Aidan was frustrated by his sister for some reason and decided to hit her in the face.
Ashlyn screamed and I grabbed Aidan by the arm. I knelt down in front of him with my hands on either of his biceps.
"Aidan, did you hit Sister in the face?"
"No...I hit her in the nose."
Well, at least he's honest!
_________________________________________________
Jerry and I took the kids to Wal-mart to pick up a few things (we all know how these visits usually go). As I headed down the aisles looking for miscellaneous items we needed around the house, Jerry took the kids on a tour of the store. There was a bit of commotion near the electronics, but we didn't pay it much attention...we're the "go in, get what you need, and get the heck outta Dodge ASAP" family. After checking out and getting the kids in the car, Jerry decided to share their adventure. Apparently, there was an autograph signing going on with a WWE wrestler, CM Punk. Jerry had taken the kids walking through the sporting goods and stopped next to a very large man with two bodyguards. After asking Jerry if he was a fan (which he responded, "I'm a Dallas Stars fan"), a man told Jerry that they couldn't have an autograph. My sweet, direct husband informed them that he had no intention of getting an autograph. While discussing the logistics of standing in line and waiting his turn, CM Punk began to talk to Aidan...
"What's your name?"
"I Aidan. (Pause) You have colors." (If you check out his link, you will see that CM Punk is covered in tattoos)
"I sure do! Does your dad have any tattoos?"
Without even thinking about it for a moment, Aidan responded..."Ra-ta-too-nee?" (Apparently we have allowed our small children to watch too many movies)
Needless to say, CM Punk was delighted to meet our middle child and asked him to give him "some skin."
WOW! Out of the mouth of babes.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Impostor!
I am an impostor. I am fake and phony. I am a liar and no good.
Before my sweet husband gets on me about being down on myself (which is a chronic problem I need to work on), I will explain. I am saddened by my mediocrity. I am frustrated by my lack of intimacy with the Lord. I am broken-hearted by the way so many Christians share this same lukewarm lifestyle.
Revelation 3:16
So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.
I can not even begin to comprehend the closeness I could have with Him if I only would allow myself. I am short on words right now...but the heaviness is in my heart.
Hillsong United, "Hosanna"
Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart from what breaks yours
Everything I am for your kingdoms cause
As I go from nothing to
Eternity
A scripture was brought to my attention by a fellow blogger that I want to share...it is so simple, yet so direct.
1 Samuel 3:9
"Speak, LORD, for your servant is listening."
Before my sweet husband gets on me about being down on myself (which is a chronic problem I need to work on), I will explain. I am saddened by my mediocrity. I am frustrated by my lack of intimacy with the Lord. I am broken-hearted by the way so many Christians share this same lukewarm lifestyle.
Revelation 3:16
So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.
I can not even begin to comprehend the closeness I could have with Him if I only would allow myself. I am short on words right now...but the heaviness is in my heart.
Hillsong United, "Hosanna"
Heal my heart and make it clean
Open up my eyes to the things unseen
Show me how to love like you have loved me
Break my heart from what breaks yours
Everything I am for your kingdoms cause
As I go from nothing to
Eternity
A scripture was brought to my attention by a fellow blogger that I want to share...it is so simple, yet so direct.
1 Samuel 3:9
"Speak, LORD, for your servant is listening."
Thursday, August 21, 2008
God and the Green Goblin(s)
To the owners of the "hard to start" green machines...(Mr. J and Mr. K)
Just when you realize satan is lurking around the corner, trying with all his might to make you question yourself physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually, remember this...
God has you in the palm of His hand each time you drive away from our homes (no matter how many times it takes to start the "green beans.") He is honored by your relationship and accountability to each other. You are hard-working men of character and he is pleased by what he sees. I am proud of you for leading our families down the path the Lord has laid out.
Keep on trekking.
Just when you realize satan is lurking around the corner, trying with all his might to make you question yourself physically, emotionally, financially and spiritually, remember this...
God has you in the palm of His hand each time you drive away from our homes (no matter how many times it takes to start the "green beans.") He is honored by your relationship and accountability to each other. You are hard-working men of character and he is pleased by what he sees. I am proud of you for leading our families down the path the Lord has laid out.
Keep on trekking.
Remember...
Please remember the Sponberg family today in your prayers. They are burying their 10 week old son today in the plot next to Audrey Caroline.
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