Monday, June 30, 2008
When we got home yesterday we discussed this challenge as a family. There was definitely some resistance but for the most part everyone is on board. I've asked each of the kids to make some book choices they would like to read as a family during this time. But, honestly, only SUNSHINE is likely to come up with some. She's my "reader", the others not so much.
I figure we'll read some scripture, maybe some CS Lewis, I've heard The City of Ember is a good one (and there's a movie about it coming out soon), The Twilight series has created great controversy between my girls and me, one of my favorites To Kill a Mocking Bird, but beyond that, I could use a bit of help.
So I need some suggestions. My kids are between the ages of 9 and 16 (that's 4th-10th grade). I defiantly need some things funny, some things engaging, maybe some classics, but mostly some books everyone would enjoy. It'd be great to have something that gets us all laughing (I think Hank the Cow Dog might be a bit too young).
What are your picks? Help a sister out.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Curfew 11:00pm. At 11:03 I call SUPERSTAR. He says he's on his way home. He comes in the house, out of breath and sweating. Apparently he'd run all the way. I'm thinking 'cause he's trying to make curfew, right? Apparently not. 11:20ish I'm in bed, trying to get to sleep. SUPERSTAR comes in turns on the light and says, "Mom, I need you to be cool about this."
pause: now I ask you what am I supposed to think when faced with this? "be cool?" I'm not "cool."
"What's going on? What did you do?"
He explains to me that he and his friends had shot a nerf gun (the kind that send out those small, foam, suction tipped darts) at a passing car. Police were in the neighborhood chasing them. He tells me they only shot two darts.
So apparently his sprint home was the result of this episode. All the boys except one were home. This young man was hiding in some bushes at the end of our street, scared to death and out of breath. He'd just talked to SUPERSTAR on the phone and he was practically crying because he didn't know how he was going to get home. SUPERSTAR tells me that he thought about taking ("stealing") our car to go get him, but didn't. (thank goodness) Ya, now that would have got him bound and gagged and grounded for the rest of his life. No need to be scared of the police, mom would have been worse.
He told his friend to come to our back door and SUPERSTAR was asking me to drive him home.
So least you start to believe my wonderful son to be a saint-know that he won't be translated any time soon. (Or leaving the house)
So here's a the BIG question. What would you do?
I have had an opportunity to speak with some of the boys who were there that night. NONE have shared the experience with thier parents. I suggested to each of them that they "come clean" to mom and dad. They each thought I was out of my mind, there was no way they were going to tell their parents. Now, if it were my son another parent knew something like this about I would hope they would let me know.
So what do you think? What would you do? If this is familiar to you, what have you done? This whole parenting teens is "crazy".
Thursday, June 26, 2008
1c I Can't Believe it's Not Butter
(You may think that any kind of butter or margarine will work. You would be wrong.)
3/4c packed brown sugar
1t baking soda
1/2t salt (shake the measuring spoon over the sink a bit to relieve it of some of its contents. Too much salt=bad / Too little salt=better)
2 3/4c flour*
8 ounces of MILK CHOCOLATE CHIPS
Heat the oven to 375 degrees. Cream the butter and sugars together. Add the egg. Mix. Add salt and soda. Mix. Add half the flour. Mix. Add the rest of the flour. Mix.
Here comes the "art of CCCs". *The dough MUST be the consistency of play dough. If the dough is sticky the cookies will go FLAT and be crunchy. We want plump, soft cookies. So, add more flour as needed to get play dough.
Stir in the MILK Chocolate chips.
Drop rounded spoonfuls on to an UNgreased cookie sheet. Bake 10-11 minutes or until no indent occurs when touched with your fingertip.
Cool the cookies on a cooling rack and try not to eat them all yourself.
Monday, June 23, 2008
1) When my sister and her cute girls visited he was sweet and fun. Here are some pictures of him playing with them. My sis and I were down stairs and we heard the girls running and laughing, "hee, hee, ahh, ohhh, ha." The laughing was so musical, as little girls' laughs are, that we came upstairs to see what was going on. Each of my daughters have beads hanging from their doorways. He was pointing and calling out a color. The girls would run through the beads laughing and trying to get through each door way as soon as he would point and call out a color. As I think about it, I think many adolescent boys would think it silly to play with two little girls. But, he was. And, they were all having a great time.
To me this is a great indicator of the character of my boy and the character of the friends he hangs out with.
Love you SUPERSTAR
Sunday, June 22, 2008
I have been involved in the planning and presentation of this annual youth retreat for girls off and on for many years. It was nice this year to come up as a visitor. I know what happens at camp. I can almost predict daily attitudes, the effectiveness of spiritual activities based on the involvement of the youth leadership, which girl's are most likely to have their testimony strengthened and which are mearly tolerating the experience. I love camp. It is one of the greatest catalysts to life-long spiritual commitments that I know of.
I have thought of attending camp similar to a mini-life. There is so many parallels and lessons to be learned in the experiences of camp. I love it!
This year was the first year I was able to attend a camp when SWEETHEART and SUNSHINE were there. It was such a joy to see them together. They simply glowed with the experience. They were having fun, learning and open to the spiritual experiences that camp presents. SWEETHEART and SUNSHINE have very different personalities. At home they are kind to each other but don't usually choose the others company. At camp it was great to see them with their arms around each other, including each other in their activities and groups and looking completely "at home" and comfortable in each others presence.
How cool is that!!?!!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
A couple of minutes go by and he comes "prancing" into the room, stifeling a crazy contageous laugh. He has returned with a shirt on. My 15 year old, almost 16 year old, son was wearing his 9 year old sister's shirt, stretched tight, belly exposed. We all looked up. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, everyone else "busted a gut". He could not contain his laugh a second longer and he burst out laughing, totally cracking himself up, rolling on the floor with gut busting howls.
Yep, He's a GOOF BALL!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
The rules are you're not supposed to clean up beforehand. So I didn't...
1. Favorite Place
4. Favorite ShoesThese are my favorite just because I got them today at a second hand store..$5. I figured everyone needs a pair of red shoes and I didn't have any. SWEETHEART hates 'em...too bad for her...I'm not gonna let her wear them.
5. What does your fridge look like?
6. Favorite room in your house
This is my favorite room TODAY because I just decorated it today. Cool Hu? I had an epiphany a couple of days ago and drew a sketch of how I'd like to decorate my tub area. It's been plain for too long. I'm not a decorator, it's not my thing...but I was able to take my sketch and go shopping. I was amazed at how easily I found just about everything I wanted. I left this morning around 10am to shop, went to about four stores, made the drapes, hung the hardware (From the ceiling, no less, by myself, even more impressive) and put it together before the day ended. AND I spent less than $100. WOW.. I am amazing aren't I?
7. What does your sink look like?
8. What does your second bathroom look like?
9. What Does your Closet Look Like?
I like my laundry room...It's big and does not have another door that leads out side. I've lived in homes with pretty lousy laundry rooms. In one house the water heater was so close and in front of the dryer that it was difficult to both open the dryer and be there to remove clothes from it. In another house the laundry room was in the garage (crazy that anyone would think that a dirty place like that would be a good place to make clothes clean). In another house the laundry room was also the entrance to the garage, more of a hallway. I generally knew that everything in there was dirty 'cause as soon clothes were clean they were moved into the living room to be hung/folded/put away. So my living room became an extension of my laundry room. Yuck! But now I have a great laundry room with a folding counter, cupboard space and a looooong clothing rod to hang things up. Whoopie! but, it is a mess. Oh well, I've been busy with other things today...
I tag YOU. Just remember NO CLEANING beforehand just grab your camera and take the shots right now!! Once you've accepted this challenge, let me know. I'm anxiously waitng to see what you will share.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Your service may not be in what the world would recognize as a lofty calling. When the real value of service becomes clear in the judgment of God, some people who worked in quiet anonymity will be the real heroes. Many of them, perhaps most of them, will be the underpaid and under-recognized people who nurtured others. I never visit an elementary school and watch the teachers without thinking about that future day when the rewards will be eternal. I never visit a hospital and watch those who nurse and those who clean without thinking of that. And I never visit a workplace where someone serves me and others well, earning wages barely enough to provide the necessities for a family, without thinking of the future. And I never see a mother juggling three little children who are crying while she is smiling, as she shepherds them gently, without seeing in my mind’s eye that day of honor in the presence of the only Judge whose praise will finally matter.
Henry B Erying
I think too often I look for recognition, be it in the form of financial compensation, praise or prestige. However, I am reminded that the only form of recognition worth while is the praise of a Loving God who knows all and His rewards are eternal.
2 Thessalonians 3:13
Monday, June 9, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
As you can see in the pictures, her team WON! She played second base. The score was tied 1-1 for the first 3 innings. Then in the fourth inning SWEETHEART had a BIG HIT landing her on second base and scoring 2 RBIs. That was the rallying point that began a winning game.
The softball league chairman is making arrangments for her team to ride a float in a Parade next week.
All through out the game the score flip flopped. First they would be up, then we would be up and back and forth. As you can see in one picture, it was a real "nail bitter". SUGAR played second base, right field and short stop and had a couple of really great HARD hits. They held thier own in the final inning coming out one run ahead at the end of a crazy fun game.
It's so exciting to be the mom of such amazing kids. I am SO LUCKY!
Monday, June 2, 2008
The parents sat in on the first half hour. As I'm sitting there watching the teacher's presentation I began to get that familiar lump in my throat and the sting of emotion in my eyes. I'm not sure if it's like the excitement of his first day of school, or the emotion of his participation in that first sacred ordinace, or the dread of his first broken bone, or or the shock of his first fight at school, or the pride of an A in algebra (I wouldn't know about the A in algebra). I don't know exactly what the lump and sting are all about but even as I write this I feel it.