Archive for June, 2009

Wanted – Cloth Diapers Please!

I’m looking for some cloth diapers for my huge 5 month old.

I have a couple of different kinds but sold a lot of my stash last year thinking I’d go to prefolds. However, Jesse’s thighs are so big that only the toddler size fit around them and they’re just way too bulky.
I have one Medium Happy Heiny that fit his chubby legs very well, and my Bum Genius one size fits him awesomely.

So, if you’re looking to get rid of your Happy Heiny’s or Bum! Genius diapers I would be most interested.

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Today…

is gonna be fun. And hot. Very hot.

We’re taking the kids to the Lowe’s Build and Grow clinic to nail together a pirate ship. Ever heard of these clinics? They’re free, your kids get to do a fun project and take it home, they get to keep their aprons and use hammers.
Loads of fun. Very loud.
Lowe’s hosts these clinics about every other Saturday from 10 till 11.
Home Depot has a similar clinic the first Saturday of every month from 9 till noon – you can show up anytime within that time frame.
Then we’re coming back here for a little backyard fun! I’ll probably put a video up – or at least some pictures. As long as I don’t die of heat stroke.
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Operation Deep Freeze – Arctic Training

First it was just Stanley in a cup – frozen solid in my freezer. He disappeared for a little while and has now reappeared in my ice box along with a friend, who I’m told goes by Charley.

I went to get ice for my drink this evening and found these two gents hanging out.
My first thought was, “Where did these guys come from and how did they get in the ice box?”.
My next thought was, “Don’t be stupid, Mel. You have 6 boys.”

I’ve come to realize that I’m living the life of a mom with many boys. It’s probably because I’m a mom with many boys.

My daughter never did anything like this when she was little. Though, once when she was six she threw about 10,000 (and I’m not exaggerating) tiny beads up in the air while playing alone in her bedroom.

Stanley and Charley aren’t making quite as much of a mess as the beads.

I’m okay with that.

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Operation Deep Freeze – Arctic Training

First it was just Stanley in a cup – frozen solid in my freezer. He disappeared for a little while and has now reappeared in my ice box along with a friend, who I’m told goes by Charley.

I went to get ice for my drink this evening and found these two gents hanging out.
My first thought was, “Where did these guys come from and how did they get in the ice box?”.
My next thought was, “Don’t be stupid, Mel. You have 6 boys.”

I’ve come to realize that I’m living the life of a mom with many boys. It’s probably because I’m a mom with many boys.

My daughter never did anything like this when she was little. Though, once when she was six she threw about 10,000 (and I’m not exaggerating) tiny beads up in the air while playing alone in her bedroom.

Stanley and Charley aren’t making quite as much of a mess as the beads.

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Choosing The Good Portion

Imagine that Jesus has come to your house for a visit. He’s staying for dinner and you have so much work ahead of you. You’re dying to make everything perfect for Him so you station yourself in the kitchen, cooking Him a feast, frantically cleaning, and serving – being the best host to the One you call King because He deserves the absolute best you have to give. What an overwhelming thought – serving The Savior face to face! And in our own home!

This happened to Martha. She opened her home and welcomed Jesus to come relax in her living room. During His visit Martha became what I imagine to be dramatically involved in her role as servant. I picture her running to and fro in what might resemble a sensational Olympic event. Martha only desired the best for Jesus and worked herself weary to make Him feel comfortable and welcome.
What made all the work even more stressful was that Mary, Martha’s sister, wasn’t lifting a finger to help.
Think on that for a second. You have all this work set out before you and you feel like everything has to be perfect, but the others in the room aren’t doing anything to assist even though you’ve made it completely obvious that there are many chores to be done. They’re just visiting, laughing, talking, and enjoying the company. I know from experience that it would infuriate me!

I have the feeling that Martha was in shock when Mary didn’t see the need to assist her with the work. So, Martha, in what I guess to be an exasperated tone, asked Jesus to please tell Mary to get up and help her.

Jesus basically told Martha to let Mary be.

Martha, in all her good intentions was forgetting something. She was so busy being all dramatic that she was totally missing out on the joy of having her Savior visit. Instead of sitting down and resting a while with her King she busied herself with the details, trying to be perfect, trying to be pleasing, trying to do everything at once. The unique opportunity to learn from The Teacher was slipping right through her hands and she couldn’t even see it.
Meanwhile, Mary was soaking it up. No, she wasn’t being lazy, she was simply living in the moment – a unique moment that she felt blessed to be a part of.

Reading this story last night, I got to thinking about how many years it took me to get what it meant. I spent years like Martha, “anxious and troubled about many things”. However, since I’ve made more of an effort to be a Mary and chose the good portion, I have found a life that is much more delightful to live. Not always easier, but definitely more delightful.

Slowing down has helped me hear what The Lord has to tell me; the lessons He teaches are easier to learn while I’m calm. And lately, I’m finding so much joy at just sitting at the Savior’s feet and basking in the glory that He Is.

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The Night Writer

I always sit down to write a post and end up writing something totally different. This time is no different.
I was going to write about how Ben is always dirty. He is the one kid who you could tell to go take a bath and somehow he comes out with more dirt on him.
How does this happen, by the way?

But, instead, I am writing about how I don’t ever write what I plan to write. Sometimes I don’t because I feel it comes across too harsh. Sometimes it sounds dumb so I delete it. Most of the time, however, I just can’t get my thoughts down well enough for them to make sense on paper – or on my computer screen. Whichever, I usually start over again and write something completely different than what I originally intended.

I find myself coming up with great writing topics at night – usually while reading my Bible – and as I am falling asleep I am running an entire post through my head. However, when I get up in the morning and try to tap out the post it doesn’t sound quite as thrilling as it did the night before.

I heard a lady say once that she always got up and wrote when things like that happened to her. She said she’d be up for hours in the middle of the night writing – and doing it well.
I’m not sure my husband would be up for me blogging at 2 in the morning. I’m not sure my kids would benefit from that the next day, either.

Just so y’all know -
I am an extremely talented writer!

But only late at night.
When I don’t write because I need to sleep.

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Everything is down. I’m trying to transfer my domain and hosting but my current hosting company is being stinkers and not being quick about getting me the information I need. I guess they think I’ll give up, pay the extra money they’re trying to charge me???

Anyway, please forgive the mess. If you need to get a hold of me please email me here as my current email is down until I get my website out of web-limbo.

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It Can Hurt To Keep Our Eyes Open

We had a 112 degree day yesterday. At least that was the heat index temperature.
It was hot as my husband and I were driving past a row of decrepit mobile homes. We were doing a little house hunting, looking for a cheaper place to rent and these trailers were on a road we went down to get to one of the rentals.

With the cool air blowing in my face, our van’s air conditioner works quite well, I noticed that the trailer homes were very dirty and literally falling apart. They didn’t appear livable. But there was a little boy standing on the front porch of one of them. He was maybe 5 or 6 and it was quite obvious that he lived in that house. That house that was barely standing up. That house that could blow over in the mildest of storms. The only possible thing holding up the house he was standing in front of was God’s hand.
The door to the trailer and all the windows were open – they had no air conditioning – here in Florida. I wonder if they had running water.
There were some men behind the row of trailers cooking over an old grill. It would have made a moving picture. Something you’d see in a magazine or in an ad for charity. But these people were real, not just images. They are living right down the road from some nice homes. They’re living in poverty. They’re living in my community.

Has anyone tried to help them? Are they unreachable? Is it enough to just pray? This problem is so big and I feel so small.

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The Creative Word – Life Changing Event

Today’s writing prompt comes from Our Blessed Arrows. If you decide to participate in The Creative Word please leave a link to it with the Mr. Linky below if it’s posted on your blog or go ahead and write your response in the comments – don’t worry about grammar, no body’s gonna judge you. It isn’t about perfection. I encourage you to write, even if it isn’t online. Write with a pen and paper. Write in the sand and then wipe it away. Be funny, be serious, open up your heart, be you and just write.

Here is today’s writing topic -
Write about the biggest, or one of the biggest life changing events in your life.

Besides having kids and marrying my husband, the biggest life changing event of my life has been the selling – or not selling – of our house in WA state. Having that mortgage payment over our heads has created in us a completely different idea of what we want our financial future to look like. I could claim that I have been cheated by those who encouraged us to get into debt, spend money we don’t have, get credit cards and loans; but we are learning to take responsibility for our foolishness in listening to the foolish wisdom of man instead of the Word of God.
This big challenge to budget our spending has brought on the small challenge of lowing our grocery bill. It has been totally satisfying to see how God has made our loaves go further than we can even imagine. We have seen Him work miracles time after time. Not only that, but we have gained so much wisdom in the area of finance. We actually have a goal of living debt free, when just a few years ago that was an outrageous idea. Material goods hold less importance and we are learning to value each other more than things. It’s kinda disappointing to me to know that it took such a kick in the pants to get us to learn this valuable lesson but I feel so blessed that God saw us worthy of learning it.

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When Drowning…

…be careful not to kick the lifeguard.

“I’ve got you, calm down.”, God says. As he leads us to calm shores and plants us on firm ground we can relax and have faith that He’s the ultimate lifeguard, always on duty, willing to help. Yet, all too often we fail to accept His steady hand. We kick Him away in all our struggling, flailing our arms, trying to save ourselves. But, can a drowning person really save himself?

God’s got us in His strong grip. We need to stop struggling to get away from Him or He might just let us have our way. Then we’ll be left trying to save ourselves. A truly impossible task.

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