Monday, May 30, 2011

Thank You For Your Sacrifice

To all who have had to give up your loved ones for my freedom...

Thank you.

To all of you who have had to miss out on your loved one taking part in your special moments so that I could share mine with my loved ones...

Thank you.


To all of you who have only pictures to look at of your loved one while I pose with mine in photos...

Thank you.

To all of you who can only tell stories of their loved ones to their children, while my kids get to experience life with mine...

Thank you.

May God bless America...and you for your sacrifice.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Moving = Less Brain Cells To Deal With

Things are slightly chaotic around here.

Wait.  Is that the right word for it?  Well, the dictionary defines chaotic as completely confused or disordered.  Is that my house right now?

YES.

Has everything else, including my blah-g, suffered because of it?

YES.

I miss this little spot on the Internet that I call my own.  I don't know if this little ol' blog means anything to you, but it sure does to me.   Oh, I can't wait until it and I can become intimately reacquainted.  I long for the days of working on my terribly important blog posts while eating bon-bons and one of children waves a palm frond gently over me.

{ahem}

However, the Imminent Moving Day is quickly approaching {Saturday, yes this Saturday} and so the focus of my {at times} pea-sized brain has changed.  Instead, I will be concentrating on finishing packing up my house, trying to remember which box I packed the Veggie Tales dvds in, as well as working to recall my children's names.  My brain power is quickly diminishing, if you hadn't already guessed.  Top that off with the five pregnancies that have already taken their toll on my brain cells and I think I might be in some real trouble here.

Your prayers are humbly requested in this my hour of need.

Heaven help us all.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Homeschool Planning

Every year, about this time, I start getting itchy.  Not in a poison-ivy way, but in a planning and organizing way, which is much more enjoyable and much less, um, yucky.

So even though we have at least six more weeks of this school year (what with having the baby and packing/moving and all), I'm planning next year's schedule and supplies...because it's fun and I'm a neurotic and compulsive planner/list maker.

The first thing I do to get ready for the next year is plan out my curriculum list.  I usually know well before hand exactly what I need and write it all out.  You could do this on the computer using heaven know's what all programs you want, but I like the therapeutic feel of a pen in my hand. 



Once I have everything written out, I start the really fun part:  the pricing!  I start at the website that the curriculum comes from.  I write down all of the manufacturer's prices because that gives me a starting off point.  Frankly, I never pay what they price their material.  I do it as a "Yay, me!" kind of thing when I'm budgeting. 

What?!  Yay, me?  Here's why:  After I write down the manufacturer's price, I then go Amazon, eBay or Christian Book Distributor and compare prices.  I write them down next to the original price.  They are almost always less.  So already it feels like I'm saving money.

Therefore, Yay me!

My favorite online resource by far is Rainbow Resource.  It's a huge online homeschool site that sells almost everything. single. thing. you'll ever need for homeschooling at fantastic prices! 

On to the next step!  Once I have all of my price comparisons, I hit the local used curriculum sales with my list in it's plastic sheet protector in hand.  Yes, I am a nerd. Usually, there are about four around here that happen before our convention in July.  This year, there are only two, one of which happens on Moving Day, so guess who won't be going to that one.  Must think about how I could weasel out of moving day to attend.  Hmmm....  Usually, I find some of what I need at a great price, plus a lot of what I don't need but it's really, really fun.  Thank goodness I'm saving (?) money buying used.

After the curriculum sales, it's time for convention.  The good thing about buying at convention is that
a) the items are new and complete...ah, the sound of a book spine being cracked open for the first time...
b) free shipping.  If they don't have what you need, most places will ship what you need to your home for free.  In fact, Rainbow Resource, again my fave, has a huge booth at convention.  However, their catalog has tens of thousands of items (seriously).  If I find anything in their catalog that they don't have their booth, they'll ship it for free.

The great thing about planning out what you need before convention is that you're not as likely to get overwhelmed and overburdened by all of your bundles.  Honestly, our curriculum hall at convention is so huge that I've heard of people leaving in tears because it's just too much.  If you have your list and have done some of your shopping at the used curriculum sales, you won't need as much and it won't be daunting.  As for me, once I smell those new books, though, it's like letting my mother go at shoe/purse sale.  She's like a blood hound, I tell ya.

I do try to write down the actual price that I have payed for something next to the original price so I can brag show Paco how much money we're saving.  Then I wait expectantly for applause, hugs and diamonds showing how much he appreciates my time, energy and planning to save him money.

While I'm sitting here waiting for my diamonds, tell me what you do to save on or plan your homeschooling curriculum.  I'm also interested in learning what other states requirements are for homeschooling.  Arizona has fantastic homeschool laws, but I know that in many other states there are different laws.

Monday, May 23, 2011

Potty Talk At It's Finest

Don't let this boy's cherubic countenance fool you.



It's a ruse or facade.  Safe to say, it's not true to life.  At least sometimes, that is.

Take for example this stunning example which occurred at church this past weekend:

{setting:  church, quiet moment between songs during worship, slight rustling of children and adults trying to hush them, everyone trying to maintain the holy atmosphere}

(cue Judah)

Judah:  Look!  Truck, Daddy's truck. (It actually was our suburban, but I won't bother with that technicality)

Daddy:  Shhhh, shhhhhh!

Judah:  (louder)  Truck, Daddy's truck!!

Me:  (panicked, yet forceful whisper)  Honey, make. him. stop.

Daddy:  Shhhh, shhhhh!

Now, that doesn't sound too bad, does it?  However, let's see how it really sounded with his precious, horrifying two-year-old vernacular:

Judah:  Look!  ----, Daddy's ----.

Daddy:  Shhhh, shhhh!

Judah:  (louder)  ----, Daddy's ----!

Me:  (panicked, yet forceful whisper)  Honey, make. him. stop.

Daddy:  Shhhh, shhhhh!!

cue hole opening up beneath me so that I might be swallowed up and never heard from again

waiting, waiting, no hole.

Oh, dear.

Well, at least the lady in front of us had a good laugh.

And I breathed a sigh of relief when the next song started.

It seems that my son has an admirable sense of timing, considering this post.

It also seems that it's genetic.  We have much work to do.




Motherhood is Calling, yes it is!  However, there's a problem with Linky Tools right now, so no linking up this week.  I'm sure y'all are just heartbroken.  I will be back next week, same bat-time, same bat-station.  In the mean time,  enjoy your week, finding joy and blessings everywhere you look.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sometimes, I Think Bad Words.

Oh, don't act so appalled.  You do it too.  Or maybe not.  I'm not in the habit of knowing what other people think.

If you're disillusioned, heart-broken or otherwise disgusted, I understand. 

I just have to get this off of my chest.

There are days when dogs throw up on the carpet, glasses get broken in the midst of a bevy of barefooted children, when the job of packing up my house seems to grow bigger every moment and two chins are bonked by a coffee table resulting in bleeding tongues, tears, realizations that their tongues are bleeding thereby leading to more tears and shrieks of, "I'm blooding!"

And that's when I think bad words.

I try to be philosophical.  I try to remember that these are the "good old days".  I try to smile and speak in a whisper to my naughty children.

But in my mind...

I know it's not ladylike.  I know it's not gracious.  I know it's not even a good example of good Christian principles.

Sometimes, though, my mind is not ladylike, gracious, or desirous of being a good example of Christian principles.

Guess I'm still an imperfect sinner.

Go figure.

PS  No children's ears were harmed in the experiences related in this post.  Just because I think them doesn't mean I say them.  At least to the children.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Over the Years...

Last week was my Sam's sixth birthday. 

Six?

Whoa, Nellie.  Six.

All I can say is, "Thank goodness for digital cameras!"

Over the years we've gone from this sweetness:






















To this:



I love you, my dear, sweet son.  Thank you for teaching me the joy of being a mama to boys.  Thank you for defending me against evil invaders, rescuing me from tyrants and being my court jester.  Your daddy and I love you more than words can say.

We're so proud of the young man the Lord has created you to be.  Thank you for your snuggles, your crooked grin and the love you shower on all of us each and every day. 

I promise to remember that you don't like eggs, matching clothes and raw cookie dough.  I promise to remember how much you love watermelon and chicken "popeye", math and reading.  I will always treasure your hugs and your "Foof-foof". 

I love you my precious boy, from your huge black eyes to your beautiful (and familiar) space between your toes.

Love, Your Blessed Mama


Motherhood is Calling Mondays!  (excuse me a moment whilst I wipe remaining tears)  Ahem.  Alright, ready now.  Please link up and share your precious motherhood stories/pictures/tips/whatever with us!  Don't forget to link back here!





I Am Patient...

I am patient, I am patient...

I am NOT patient.  I keep trying to convince myself to be patient, but it's just not working.  Plus, I'm not foolish enough to actually pray for patience.  We all know what happens when you do that.

Two weeks ago, we had family pictures taken, by a professional, no less.  I know you're saying to yourself, "Ooo, la, la."  I know that's what you're saying because that's what I said to myself, too.

One of my BFFs usually takes my family's pictures, but she had a baby a week after Jack was born, so we splurged on a professional.  So we gave Allison a break, seeing as she's been tortured gracious to take them so many times over the years.

To say I'm excited to see the results does no credit to the English language.  One of my brother's dear friends from Seattle was in town and got to spend time glorying in the cuteness of my children taking our family's pictures in our town's downtown area, as well as taking time at our house to take pictures of just Jack.

When we were parting ways after our session, she told us that it would take about two weeks for her to be done editing them.  Two weeks, pshaw!  I can handle two weeks.

That was two weeks and 1 day ago.  It's almost like when you're pregnant with your first child and the due date comes and goes and no baby.  I couldn't make myself go into labor, and I can't hurry a professional photographer's artistic muse.

So, in the meantime, I will continue to drive my husband and myself absolutely stark raving mad by checking my email every fifteen minutes to see if they're done yet.  That way I can revel in my children's amazing beauty (when they're not picking at each other) and not revel in my post-baby chubby body.

But, hey, she's a professional with a professional editing program.  Surely they have something that can fix that.

Right?  RIGHT?!

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Just Call Me Bruce Bogtrotter

Change of plans this week...

Usually, I'm doing Motherhood is Calling Mondays, but I'm having to forgo that this week, which is totally crazy considering it's Mother's Day today (or yesterday, depending on when you're reading this).

However, we're packing up our house for the imminent move.  We find out this week our moving date, which could be days (oh yes, days) or weeks away.  So this Mama is very stressed, as in the "bring in the coffee and five layered chocolate cake" kinda stress.  Let's top this off with the fact that we're truck shopping for Pat because his died last week. 

Make that two chocolate cakes, please.

Could you pray for me this week, puh-lease, if you have a moment?   These are two really big things in our lives, but there are about a hundred smaller things too, so the stress level is just u-g-l-y. 

Thanks for your prayers, friends!  I'll be back soon, back to the Jamie who loves a good laugh and story.  In the meantime, I'm strapping the packing tape to my belt loop and putting my sharpie marker in my pocket protector.  I hope I remember to take them off before I run into any of you at Wal-Mart.  You might reconsider being my friend.

Especially when you see me looking like Bruce Bogtrotter.  Know who he is?  If you don't, read Matilda by Roald Dahl.

Then you'll understand.

...Oh, wait.  Pat just realized our AC downstairs isn't working.  Georgie and Gracie, our adorably lovable doggies (saying through clenched teeth) have managed to chew through the thermostat wire outside. 

THREE five-layered chocolate cakes.  Do I hear four? 

SOLD!

PS  Happy Mother's Day, ladies!  I pray your day was beautiful, that you got spoiled rotten and that your downstairs AC was working if you live in Arizona, beautiful scorching Arizona.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Why I Couldn't Wait For Naptime

Alright, I admit it.  I'm an tea-drinking, scone-eating, royal-watching Anglophile.

Did I watch every stinkin' minute of the royal wedding last week?

Yes.

Did each and every one of my children watch it with me, drinking tea and eating scones?

Yup.  I love them so...except when they're loud, distracting and hounding me on when they're going to kiss.

Do I now wish I could go back seven and half years and get married again in a dress exactly like Kate's?

Yes.

Did I rush my children into their beds for their nap/quiet times today after my purchase at Wal-Mart?

Uh, yes.



Because even mamas of five have to splurge once in while.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Diamonds Are Not My Best Friend...But They're Close.

Especially at this time of year, because....

Mother's Day is coming. 

Oh yes, it is.  It's not like mamas forget it.  I remind my children of the fast approaching holiday when I'm chasing dogs who have just stolen a loaf of homemade bread off of the counter, when I'm changing their diapers, when I'm washing their a) faces, b) bums, c) dirty clothes and d) all of the above.

I slyly mention that I'd better be getting diamonds as I'm dragging the doggies outside or wiping pb&j off their precious faces.  That pb&j being served up next to a healthy-sized serving of mother-guilt. 

We start young over here.

So far the reponse has been:


Typical, so painfully typical.  C'mon people.  Work with me!

Time to bring out the big guns.

I've been subtly sliding the jewelry ads into the sports page for my husband to find and then rush off to the nearest jeweler.

He hasn't been rushing anywhere.

Oh well.  Who needs diamonds when I have these five jewels in my crown?


I'll just have to start my diamond campaign a little bit earlier next year.  I'm thinkin' right after we finish singing, "Away in a Manger."


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