I Am A Nerd. I Admit It.

I believe there is a little bit of nerdiness in all of us. In my case, it is a lot. The older I get, the nerdier I realize I am.

Take today for example. I have been wanting to put up a “No Solicitors” sign for awhile. The main reason is that they are just wasting their time, and I am home alone a lot. (I heard a self defense man speak and this was a good precaution). However, I do like to support local neighbors in their fundraising efforts. If a child has the courage to come to my door, it is our policy to purchase from them. It is not the best budget option, but it is important to us.
In my nerdiness, I made my own sign…..that we welcome neighborhood kids but no one else. Additionally, I was introduced to the world of 1000 fonts, so I was even able to get a cute new font for my sign.
I am not sure which is worse: that I actually made the sign or that I thought it was fun.

I hate that I do not blog more, but for some reason, I just do not make it a priority.

I actually want to start keeping a journal. I found a journal from college and it was so fun reading my daily thoughts. The journals I want to keep are to record cool things God does in our lives and the ways He comes through for our family. We have so many cool stories. I also would love to keep a journal for my kids, but I am not sure if I could keep up with that. I may give it a try.

Caleb is such a sweet kid. He always says the cutest things. Until yesterday. He loves to watch Little Einstein’s. He said, “Mommy, June (a character) is so pretty.” I asked, “Is June or Mommy prettier,” just knowing he would say me. He said, “June. June is so pretty.” So apparently, my son prefers brunettes. Who are cartoon characters. I guess it IS cute that he thinks June is pretty, but a mom needs a compliment from time to time. I guess I will stick to getting compliments from Brett.

It has been an emotional week for me. Every little thing has made me cry. The above prayer is well spoken, in my opinion. Though I disagree with a lot of our President’s views, I cannot help but be moved by the racial barriers that were broken. And I cannot help but honor and value him as our nation’s leader. Just as with George W., it is so important to pray for our leader. Can you imagine how hard his job must be?

This is another story that had me literally bawling.

Of course, I cried watching The Biggest Loser.

And How I Met Your Mother (but that was from laughter). I love that show. The best part was the six pack called “Irish Yards Ale”, and the New Yorkers did not get it. (You have to see it, but it is funny).

I also shed a few tears realizing how quickly my children are growing. Last night, Brett was gone for a few hours. Caleb and Chloe pulled out Caleb’s little inflatable bed. They proceeded to jump on it together and laugh and laugh and laugh for a long time.
At night, we put both of their pj’s on in Caleb’s room. They both crawl into Caleb’s bed. He prays for Chloe. She lays down with him and kisses him. When Chloe is ready to go to bed, she slides off of Caleb’s bed, then either Brett or I carry her to her room. She likes to have her hair rubbed. Caleb likes to have his back rubbed.

Caleb never likes us to leave his room. He stalls as long as he can. A few days ago, he ran out of things to ask for. He finally just said, “Mommy, just stay here please. Lay down with me.”

So I cry, wondering where the time has gone. I remember sitting in Caleb’s nursery (before he was born), looking around, wondering what motherhood would be like. What would my son be like? Then, what would my daughter be like?

I have to say motherhood has exceeded my expectations in every way. I never thought I could love two little people so much. I laugh so much. They are hilarious. And snuggly. And fun.
It should be noted that I have been blessed with really great kids. They have very few behavioral problems, so they have made it a bit easier to enjoy.

When my children go to college or get married, I think you will find me in therapy. If I cannot handle them being 1 and 2, how will I handle when they actually move out?

Spring Decluttering in January

Last night, I started decluttering.  And now I can’t stop.  I clearly have too much stuff.  Considering I have about 6 large bag fulls of stuff to give away.  

When decluttering my closet last night, I had a strict rule.  If it has not graced my body in one year, then it goes.  Even if I think I may use it in the future.  I had a lot of “maybe one day” items.  There were maybe 5 things that broke this rule.  Such as the dress I wore to my rehearsal dinner.  Or a blazer that is a good piece to own, but I just have not needed it (truthfully, though, that may go).

I also figured out that I do not need 6 swimsuits.  I may swim 6 times a year.  In the same swimsuit or two.  

I counted that I have 75 pairs of underwear.  Really?  For what?  Since there is not a hot market for used undies, those got trashed (though some of them may be brand new.  I bought Hanes once and did not like them).  

I came to the realization that the bras I wore pre-children will never fit again.  And I am ok with that.  I guess.  Those are gone.

These are all the random things I had too much of.

I also got rid of jeans that fit but just do not look cute.  I am down to about 5 pairs.  But they all are decent looking.  I do not know why I keep stuff that fits but is not flattering.  My body shape will never change (at least, not for the better), so I do not need to keep ugly jeans.  

There are lots of other things I parted with (wallets, purses–gasp!, and cosmetic bags), but I really do not need to list them all.   I am just trying to paint the picture that I own too much.   Oh, but I should say I have a large garbage bag full of shoes.  I have a hard time parting with shoes, for some reason.   

My closet and dresser look great!  And I feel very good about getting some junk out of my life.  

The only problem is that I cannot find somewhere to donate it.  I mean, I will eventually give it to Goodwill, I suppose.  But I had hoped for somewhere that gives it away for free.  Goodwill is not cheap.  I had put out some contact emails.  Hopefully, they will come back with some good news.

This was really just a random post to make myself feel good about all the work I have been doing.  Kudos to you if you read it all :).

A Light Post for A Light Snow

It is quite cold outside.  It took us two hours to drive 20 minutes today.  Nice.  In honor of the light dusting of snow, here is a lighthearted post:

To find your ROCK STAR NAME take your first pet & current car:
Doc Tahoe

To find your GANGSTA NAME take your favorite ice cream flavor and your favorite cookie:

Strawberry Snickerdoodle

YOUR DETECTIVE NAME? Your favorite color and favorite animal:

Pink Fish

Everybody wants a SOAP OPERA NAME, so take your middle name and the city where you were born:

Elizabeth Evansville

Want to know your SUPERHERO NAME? Just add the word “The” plus your 2nd favorite color, and your favorite drink:

The Blue Diet Coke

 Your NASCAR NAME. Take the first names of your grandfathers:

James Charles

If I ever go into WITNESS PROTECTION you can find me with this name. Your mother’s & father’s middle names:

Woods Edward (probably sound better as Edward Woods)

TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME? Just take your 5th grade teacher’s last name and add a major city that starts with the same letter:

Acuff Austin

Of course, if you find me in witness protection I will assume it was because you were using your SPY NAME. Add your favorite season/holiday to your flower:

Autumn Tulip

Tell your kids their CARTOON NAME by taking your favorite fruit, an article of clothing you’re wearing right now, now add “ie” or “y”:

Orange Pantsy

And lastly, your ROCKSTAR TOUR is heading across the northeast…it’s called

(“The” + Your fave hobby/craft, your fave weather element + the word “Tour”):
The Photography Sunny Tour

Whoa.

God has really smiled upon me this week. To be vague to protect others, there is something that has been frustrating me for a long time. (It has nothing to do with my family or friends….it is a small, irritating thing….nothing huge). I have prayed, I have sought advice, I have basically done everything I could. A few days, I was at my wit’s end. As I said, it is not a huge deal. Anyway, I was just frustrated. I got in the car to run some errands. The old song “Move, or Move Me” came on the radio, and as silly as it sounds, it just reminded me of the kindness of God. Knowing He hears my prayers. He sees my frustration. I felt so refreshed by the words, “Lord, move in a way that you’ve never moved before.” That is what I need….God to move in a way He has never moved before…..because that is the only way things can change. The circumstances won’t. The involved party(ies) won’t. I have done everything I can do. Now, it is up to God. It just felt like a kiss from Heaven. Normally, songs do not minister to me that much, but this day, it was so awesome. I wish I could more deeply share the magnitude and excitement I felt, but it is hard when trying to be vague. So sorry.

On a totally different but still fun note….I have some cute kids stories….

The other day I walked downstairs, dressed for a date with Brett. Caleb said, “Mommy, you look so cute.” I about melted. And smiled HUGE.

Last night, Brett and I were discussing if Chloe is old enough to be in time out. Basically, she hits a lot and has not regard for the word “no”. She is so sweet and snuggly….just fiesty :). Anyway, we were talking about what to do. Next thing we know, Chloe has put herself in time out (where Caleb sits). We thought it may be a fluke and took her out. We then said, “Chloe, go to time out”. She walked over and sat in time out. Hilarious! Apparently, she is ready…..and willing.

Apparently, this is the theme of our home right now. Because twice recently, I have told Caleb it is time for naps…..and he walked upstairs, put himself in bed, and even pulled the covers over himself. So adorable.

If only parenting were always this easy.

It has been a weird week. On Monday night, I only slept for like 3 hours. (Part of the reason is the above vagueness. I also had too much Diet Coke at the movies). I woke up on Tuesday. I kid you not: our cable and internet were out. My cell phone was dead. Our DVD player shorted out and quit working. Talk about an electronic breakdown. It was so weird.

But other than those few things, it has been a really cool week. Music is touching my heart in a way I have never experienced.

If you think about it, please say a quick (or long) prayer for my sister in law. She is pregnant and due any day with my nephew-to-be. Everything is normal….please just pray for quick and easy delivery! I cannot wait to meet my nephew!!!!

I Adore These Two Short People

Life.

Today, I had a sobering thought.  When teaching my children, I do my best to instill in them godly principles.  It is my hope that they are raised to live out Biblical principles.  So when Caleb pushes Chloe out of the way to get to something, I instruct him that we put others ahead of ourselves, and we give special consideration to our sister (men treating women respectfully is very important to us, but we also require Chloe to honor Caleb above herself, so there is not a double standard).  If Caleb and Chloe fight over a toy, my new plan is to take it away….because the principle of the Bible is that which you try to hold onto, you will lose.  (That is a little over their heads, so I usually do not bother explaining that).  

Those are just a couple of examples.  You get the idea.  (On a side note: I plan to start praying more about this, because I feel like there is so many things in parenting that I default to the world’s systems instead of teaching what the Bible says.  Like, it is my temptation with a toy to say, “Who had it first?” when our role as Christians is not to be first.  So these are my ideals, but I am hoping to incorporate them more.) 

Back to my point…..today, I was giving my kids a bath in the middle of the day.  It was not quite nap time and lunch had been quite messy.  Plus, they love taking baths.  And I can read while they are contained.  I really should do that more often….as I digress…..anyway, when I was instructing Caleb (Chloe gets into trouble, too, but she is a little too young to grasp explanations.  Right now, hers are just “no”, “sit down”, etc) to think of his sister’s desires before his own, it dawned on me that I am practically a child when it comes to this.

How many times do I get peeved when I am not first, when others cut in line, take the last cookie, want to sleep in??  Yes, there are times when I excel in the area of selflessness, but unfortunately, there are times when I fail miserably.  The “me first” mentality is one I struggle with.  

So today, I have been praying to more accurately live out the things I teach my children.  Actions truly do speak louder than words.  And though I am not such a martyr to say I completely fail…because that would be an affront to Jesus who has changed me in many ways, but there is definitely room for improvement.  In the days to come (and for the rest of my life), my prayer is to live out the Bible’s command to consider others above ourselves.  

I had a quirky but fabulous teacher in college who would always end class with the following (paraphrased): “Always wear your seat belt.  And always have grace for others because they could be having the worst day of their lives.”  That has really resonated with me.  Maybe that man who cut me off in traffic is racing to the hospital to visit his mom before she breathes her last.  Or it could be positive; maybe he is racing to get to the birth of his child.  Or maybe that person who cuts in front of me in the line has an unkind husband waiting at home who does not tolerate her lateness.  Grace for others.  It’s not that hard.  

And, yes, maybe someone is just being rude.  But on the off-chance they are having the worst day of their life….oh, and because I love Jesus….I hope to have the heart of Christ.  Merciful.  Tender.  Forgiving.  Loving.  If Jesus could love and forgive the men who hung him to die, surely it is not that hard to treat others respectfully.  

This post was sort of all over the place, but this reality is just resonating in my heart.  

Lord, teach me to be the person I require of my children.

Oh, and in full disclosure, I should add that after having this wonderful thought during their bath time, the bath ended with one of my worst moments in parenting.  Thank you, Jesus, for grace.  Because I sure need a lot of it.