Here we go

Mr T has to have blood work done today. I am DREADING it. He is just pitiful when we gets a shot or has anything like this done. The blood work is being done to get us ready for the tonsil removal thing---which I am in denial about.

The last time Mr T had shots, we got home around lunch time. He was so pitiful. He sat there on the sofa and said, "You will have to feed me. I can't lift my arms. See?" Then, he proceeded to sit there, with his arms at this side for a few seconds, not moving. "See, I can't lift them." It was the most ridiculous thing you've ever seen. Just so you'll know, I did in fact feed him. :)

Here's a verse the Lord gave me yesterday that I am quoting non-stop. "...And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6 My God wants to be my Prince of Peace. He is everlasting and is more than enough to handle my struggles. I have been battling some feelings for awhile, and they popped back up again yesterday. Needless to say, I am tired of fighting this so instead of doing it on my own, I am going to run to my Prince of Peace, my Counselor who knows all. I am just going to let him deal with this. What a relief.

My son just said, "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?"

"Cargo."

"Cargo who?"

"Car go beep beep."

Ha ha ha.

Here's one more. My daughter was kind of moving slowly this morning. It wasn't like she was slow; she just kept getting distracted. Playing Lego's is so much more fun than brushing your teeth. Anyways, at one point, I said that she needed to hurry up. She looked me square in the eye and said, "I can't move any faster. My jeans are too stiff." Now that is one excuse that I was TOTALLY unprepared for. Do they teach them this at school?

Who is Garland?

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving. We went to my parents' house and stayed a few days. I bet my mom and my sisters would stay that we stayed and stayed and stayed. :) It was so much fun.

Last night, we hung the garland outside on our front porch's bannister. That was the last thing that needed to be decorated.

My hubby told my son, "I am going outside to hang the garland. Wanna come?"

My son replied, "Who's Garland?".......I think we have some explaining to do.

The things that come out of that little mouth.

Tonight is the Peanuts Christmas and I can't wait. The kids are really excited too.

Charlie Brown

It's been awhile since I posted anything and that's because life has been getting busier and busier. Last Saturday, we had Muffins with Santa at our church; I along with 3 other ladies was in charge of it, and let me say it was alot of work. The kids got to visit with Santa and get their picture taken. It was really a neat time. I didn't grow up knowing much about Santa, but when I saw my kids' faces light up when Santa walked it, it all seemed worth it.

Tonight we watched Charlie Brown's Thanksgiving. My kids have been talking about this for weeks. Mr T loves the part where Woodstock makes Snoopy's ear into toast, even going so far as to butter it. Miss A loves it when Snoopy is battling the chairs. That show is now my favorite Thanksgiving tradition. Mr T's laughter had all us laughing until we could not stop. It seems like we get so busy that we forget to be just totally silly and laugh. We don't laugh that laugh that you couldn't stop even if you tried. Like getting tickled in church or being overcome with pure giddyness. It was priceless. I had to video tape it. If I could, I would bottle up that giggle and share it with everyone I know.

It has been 70 plus degrees here for days. And I for one am not complaining. I love this weather. Here is why I mention the weather. Each and every day it is a STRUGGLE to get Mr T into a long sleeve shirt and long pants. I used to argue and argue and argue with him. Now, I take him out on the back porch with just his jammies on, and he normally gives in to wear long pants, a short sleeved shirt and a jacket. I am thankful for the warm afternoons and am dreading cold winter days when I have to threaten to tie my child up to get him to dress appropriately. Who knew he had such a stubborn streak? Here he is "fixing the swing set" wearing his short sleeve short...in the middle of November.

Miss A has had a ear infection so she hasn't had much patience for herself or anyone else for that matter. I am praying that all this works itself out very soon. I am looking forward to the holidays so we can spend more time together; we do better when she knows she isn't missing out on something because she is in school.

The Mayflower

My son and I were heading to Wal-Mart today and he says, "Mom, did you know the Pilgrims come to America on the Mayflower?" I replied yes and inquired who had told him that.

He replied, "Miss P, my preschool teacher. Where do you think she learned that?"

I said, "Probably from a book about history."

He said, "No, I think she came here on the Mayflower."

"No honey, she's not old enough for that," I replied.

"Oh, maybe she was in the water and held onto the bottom of the boat. Popeye did that once," answered Mr. T.

Finally, the truth has been told.

Thanksgiving Feast

Today was Mr T's preschool Thanksgiving feast. His class, along with around 100 other preschool kids, performed various Thanksgiving songs. It was so wonderful. They began by singing "God Bless America." I was in tears. There is something wonderful about seeing your little 4 year old singing songs praising God. It was so precious. Mr T was a pilgrim. It was quite a feat to get him to wear a long sleeve shirt, black pants, a hat and a collar, but it was all worth it. I'll try to post pictures later.

Shoulda Stayed at Home

I just got home from picking up my hubby's grandmother at the beauty parlor. Mr T and I picker her up around 10:30 so we went to eat lunch at McDonalds. Because that's what you do when you're 90 years old. You eat lunch at 10 or 10:30, dinner at 3, and a huge snack of cookies, candy and cokes later in the evening. Because at the age of 90, you don't have to worry about nutrition. AT ALL.

We get to McDonalds and I promptly get tangled up in Mr T's feet and end up on my bottom on the floor...right in front of everyone. Way to go Bumpsy Daisy. Then we get to the table and as I am handing Grandmother my pickles...I don't eat pickles, by the way. I like them on my sandwich because they flavor the bread, but I don't eat them. So, I hand the pickles to Grandmother and knock over her full cup of coffee. How I managed to spill the entire cup on MYSELF and no one else is beyond me, but suffice it to say, I was soaked. So, I had to eat my chicken sandwich soaked and shivering.

Now I am safely back at home, in my pajamas again, smelling softly of coffee, because I only have one pair of blue jeans fit to wear in public, and they are in the washer. And all I can do is laugh.

Nothing too Important

I haven't gotten too much done today, but the stuff I've done has made me oh so happy. I finally steam cleaned our stairs, which means I can walk up and down them without cringing. I built a fire earlier this morning so the house is toasty warm. Mr T has chosen today to be his one day in 3 weeks where he is finally going to go to sleep for a nap. I think I might take a nap too.

I have to tell you what Mr T said this past Sunday. He was going through the house searching for his gloves so he could dress up as a construction worker. He no longer wants to be a fire fighter; he now wants to be a construction worker. Anyways, he finally finds them and I hear him exclaim, "HALLELUJAH!!!! I've found my gloves." To anyone else that might not seem like big deal ,but I have been found myself using the word "Hallelujah" alot lately, and he seems to have followed. We have so much to be thankful for and so much to teach our children. I am really trying to be more vocal about things when all I'd rather do is be quiet and not say anything most of the day. I want my kids to see me writing scripture on my fingers and placing it in my heart so that it pours out when I'm not even expecting it.

A Great Saturday

I got to spend the day with some of my family. My hubby was helping his dad with some work so I took the kids and ran down to my parents' house. My dad was in town so it was an extra special day. This is a picture of the 4 cousins eating ice cream with their PaPa. We played soccer, ate more than enough of my mom's great cooking, talked about future plans, and just had fun being ourselves all day long. That's the best part about family, isn't it? I just love my family.