Tuesday, October 23, 2007
"Modeling" the gear!
How's that for the first snowfall of the season. I can finally justify firing up the furnace. It's so exciting to get out the coats, boots, hats and gloves in celebration of the changing of the seasons. After this we won't be able to find any of it. They'll probably just wear underpants and a t-shirt. Either that, or they'll just stay in because it's not cool anymore. It's cold!
This is our way of showing off the harvest of the summer season. These are David's pumpkins that he grew using his newfound organic gardening techniques. I'm afraid the picture doesn't do justice to how big and heavy they really are. The boy in the picture is representative of my efforts of the summer. Although he was too little to perform on our family recital in September, he did learn how use the potty completely on his own. He can also dress and undress himself. (Is that a good thing?)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
I LOVE this clip. My kids wanted to know why I thought it was so cool. I think it is because of what it represents. It is a reflection on life. We all come to this life with a package that may be wrapped beautifully, but more often, it's plain. If you unwrap it, there is a gift that we are supposed to figure out what to do with. I see myself in this clip. There is something in me that was born to do something so great, but I spend so much time worrying about dumb stuff that I don't always do the things I should be doing to move toward that end. It's amazing how circumstances in your life can change overnight to put you on the path you should be on. Maybe at some point, people will be surprised. Like Paul Potts, I already know it's in there somewhere.
Friday, March 23, 2007
I've been planning on painting my house for about 18 months and never have the time or energy to get around to it. Several weeks ago, I got desperate and just picked a weekend with nothing in it (you can do that if you're far enough ahead of that weekend). I set aside that time with a commitment to not let anything else get scheduled in it and went about making my plans. As fate would have it, that weekend fell on this weekend, so I went about rounding up supplies and going to the store to have paint colors mixed, etc. After priding myself on how frugal I had been and how prepared in advance (due to my excellent planning) I was, I loaded everything in the van and started home. Just around the corner from my house, I spotted two boys walking home. I noted they were walking to the same house I was going to, so I stopped to give them a ride. As soon as I offered and they headed for the door, I noticed that one can of paint had shifted and was leaning against the door about to be opened. Though I yelled to them to wait to open the door, it was of no avail. As soon as the door opened, the can landed on the asphalt and dumped the paint into the street in front of my neighbors house. Should I scream? Should I yell? Did anyone THAT I KNOW just see what happened? Why didn't he listen to me? Who's fault is this, anyway? I should clean up this mess. WITH WHAT?? How long would it take to dry? How far would it spread if someone drove through it? Does it look like barf? How permanent is it, after all? You get the picture. There was nothing to do but carry on, though I was bitterly disappointed. As I went throughout the rest of the day, I started to think of things that were fortunate. The paint spilled in the street and not in my car. Whew! No one will know who made that mess (until they come into my living room). But I think the most fortunate thing was that I had the presence of mind to realize that a 6-year-old boy is worth far more than $24.98. There was no point in blaming or yelling or crying...at least not in public. Luckily, no irreparable damage was done.