A Job Well Done

One of our kitchen cupboards came off the hinges yesterday. This morning it was still hanging off. Joe (9) asked me if I would like him to go get his drill and fix it. I said sure, if you would like to that would be very nice but we are going to tear these cupboards out soon.

He proceeded down stairs to get his drill from the garage. Then he worked to get the job done.

It didn’t occur to me that what Joe had just done was very grown up until I was telling my husband about our day. That he saw a job that needed to be done (a guy job at that) and that he happily went about fixing the problem was such a big guy thing to do. He

sure is growing into a fine young man.
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Contemplating A Spider

I am actually considering adding a large, hairy, 8 legged creature to our family pet population. I don’t know what is wrong with me. Everything inside me says “BAD IDEA” but still I am giving into thoughts of allowing Joe to purchase a Tarantula. He has everything set up for it in his bug habitat we allowed him to create in a large aquarium in his room. All he needs now is the creepy crawly.

Am I delerious? Are my children slipping some kind of medication into my coffee when I am not looking? Isn’t it bad enough that they are harvesting bugs to feed their Praying Mantis which lives IN MY HOUSE?
I feel like I am taking CRAZY PILLS!
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A brat? I think not.

For the last week Sam has been very fussy. He wanted to be held ALL THE TIME. Since he had his vaccinations last week I was sure he was fussing because his leg hurt or something. He hadn’t slept well in at least 2 weeks.
I kept telling Ryan that I thought maybe he was having tummy aches or something. Ryan went with that for a few days and then decided while playing with him a couple of nights ago that Sam was just being a brat. You see, while Ryan played with Sam he smiled huge smiles but as soon as he saw me he would cry cry cry; and it wasn’t just a regular baby cry – this was an all out quivering cry – the kind that makes you think that surely his leg must be eating itself. Ryan said he was just spoiled on his mama. I can see how that could happen.
Anyway, last night Sam just seemed to be in a really good mood all of the sudden. I was playing with him and he was giggling and that is when I saw it. The smallest little piece of tooth had broken through Sam’s lower gums.
I playfully chided Ryan immediately for thinking my sweet little 4 month old could ever be considered a brat. He was just teething! My poor baby was in pain and I had no idea it was his mouth. In all 6 of my kids Sam is the first to get teeth before 7 months. It was the last thing on my mind in all those sleepless nights.

He slept well last night and has been in a great mood this morning. I am SO glad he is feeling better.

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Daddy Is Dan

This is just one of those things I must write down so I don’t forget it.

We find that it is very important that our children call us mommy or daddy (mom or dad or mama or whatever). It shows more respect than just calling us by our first names.

It surprised us recently when Ben, our 2 year old, took to calling his daddy Dan. We are consistent in reminding him to call his father Daddy yet he still calls him Dan and when we remind him to call his daddy Daddy he giggles, scrunches up his forehead, and says nooooo like we don’t know what we are talking about.

What is even worse is that his dad’s name is, in fact, not Dan. My husband’s name is Ryan. Which makes the whole thing very funny to us.

Yes, my husband has already asked me (playfully) who Dan is.

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From Miffed To Meek At Midnight

It was sometime in the middle of the night last night when I awoke to my dear husbands dog acting strange. I got up to let him out thinking that maybe he had to go when I smelled a stench that made my stomach turn. In the middle of the night my dear husbands dog decided to defecate all over our carpet. Not only that, but he had left a nice puddle of pee as well. I was angry and actually thought of leaving it for my husband in the morning. That was not a good plan I decided and in all my frustration I picked up the clumps then lifted up the carpet cleaner to carry it to the mess. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I had to clean the carpet in the middle of the night, the last person who used the carpet cleaner left the waste container full and the entire thing dumped onto the carpet when I lifted the cleaner. Now, not only did the house stink of poo, but it also stank of old, nasty, carpet cleaner waste. The odor was overwhelming.

I was the SEETHING family martyr. I was the only one in our family of 8 who was working to clean the stinky mess up. I started the carpet cleaner and realized that it was out of cleaner (we run it over the carpet a lot and usually keep it full of cleaner all the time). Off to search for cleaner I went. It was useless, we were out. I ended up using an all purpose cleaner and in my anger I hoped that the very loud carpet cleaner would wake up my husband. Not only did the obnoxiously loud machine not wake him up, but it didn’t wake anybody up. Almost exhausted to tears, I asked God “why me, why now, in the middle of the night, when I have a 4 month old baby to feed and a house full of chores tomorrow?”. His answer was that he wanted me to talk with him, lean on him, and not fuss about the mess anymore – my frustration was getting in the way of our time together. I immediately felt guilty for my little temper tantrum and was glad that I hadn’t disturbed my sweet husband who had to be up at 4:30 to get to work in the morning. I can only give thanks to God for that because the cleaner is LOUD.

I took quite a while to get the carpet clean – remember, I also had that stinky ‘old cleaner’ spot to take care of. By the time I finished up the chore I was wide awake. It took another hour for me to fall asleep. I was no longer upset about it though, I was actually thankful for the opportunity to take care of the issue because I know Ryan wouldn’t have woken me up to do it even if it made him late for work. I am grateful that I found it first. What a blessing.

It was such a different feeling, when I decided to clean the mess up FOR my family, instead of doing it BECAUSE of my family (I call the latter martyrdom – dying for my cause).

My family is a gift – who knows what tomorrow will bring. For today, God has taught me that doing for them is something I GET to do. It is my ministry. I want to be good at it.

“busy mom” art compliments of Fun Draw

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Our Little Bear

I have given Sam a little bear nick name. He does this thing with his bottom lip – it kinda hangs out when he is hungry and it makes him look like a bear cub. I have taken to calling him “Cubby” which is cute because that was (and still is) his dad’s nick name. Although Ryan got his nick name from his father, who got it from his dad, who got it from his aunt – or something like that, I am very confused by all of it (the nick name was originally taken from our last name, Culbertson). It is funny, we go to church with Ryan’s great aunt Leona and she is still called Cubby today.

Anyway, my little Cubby received his first shots yesterday. ;o/. I was terribly irritated by it but I had prayed about it and knew he should receive them. I have six kids and no, it never gets easier to watch them go through the pain of “the evil prick”. I feel so cruel standing there, holding my baby’s little hands in mine, soothing their pain with my words, “it’s okay, it’s okay”. I say soothing but honestly, I cannot imagine my calming words helping him at all. The prick hurts! That is why this time I said “I know it hurts, you just cry out all you want and mama will hold you when it is done”. It amazes me how they can be hollering out in pain one second and as soon as I pick them up they stop.
While he cried I fought back tears, and he cried some more. It was all so very sad. He is fine now, smiling in his sleep, looking so peaceful. Thankfully that’s over – for now.

Note for Carrie – do you have a scanner?
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Thanks Be To Nana

This post is mainly for you, mom. I finally admit it – sometimes you do know what you are talking about, LOL.

My dear mother is the main reason that Kait is playing piano so well. Without my mom’s overwhelming encouragement I may not have ever sought music lessons for my children, or even understood the importance of it. Kaitlyn, being the oldest, is the first to have music as a major part of her homeschooling studies. She has had 3 years of piano, the first two amounting to almost nothing. Kaitlyn really didn’t learn much in her first two years – she was quite young at the time and really only learned to pound out basic songs like “Row Row Row Your Boat” and such.

This past year with Molly, an amazing piano teacher – 90 years old, very old fashioned, and quite difficult for Kait to take at times (although that is what makes her such a great piano teacher) Kait has learned more than I could have imagined. Her piano skills, after only one year, have really improved. I am sure this next year will prove to be even more positive! I will be sad next year when we move. I am sure we won’t be able to convince Molly to come with us. ~:O(

So, here she is playing at her recital a few months ago. She makes me so proud!

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4 Months Old!

Short update on our youngest –
Sam is now 4 months old! I cannot believe time goes by so fast. It is a joy watching him grow but at the same time I can’t help but long for this time to pass more slowly. Pretty soon he will be walking and talking.
Right now he likes to blow bubbles, make baby noises, and smile. Doesn’t he look so small next to daddy?

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Gabe Gabe Gabe

This one is for you, Carrie!

All about GABE – age 6!

Gabe is my silliest child (Matthew comes in as a close second). He has the
energy of the ever working ant and is as silly as his goofy dad. He
enjoys doing just about anything. He can even have fun doing chores.

Gabe cannot hold a straight face for anything. He is just way too happy.

Gabe’s favorite colors are black and white. His favorite foods are peanut butter
and jelly sandwiches, and anything that his mother cooks, smothered
in Thousand Island salad dressing. He also enjoys sugar.

Gabes favorite hobbies are building Legos, drawing pictures for his family,
learning computer art, and he even loves doing schoolwork and asks to
do it often even on days when we don’t do school.


Gabe Then (3)


Gabe Now (6)


Gabe needs a haircut


Gabe Got A Haircut


Gabe In The Sun


Gabe In The Snow


Gabe Happy


Gabe Sad (or tired?)


Gabe And Daddy

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Boys Will Be Boys ~:O)

This is such a cute picture of some of my boys and a couple of nephews.
They were playing football. Funny, I don’t see a football anywhere.

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