I went looking for finger puppet patterns to go with the book "Five Little Monkeys Jumping on the Bed" . . . I found a great website with free patterns and this was so easy to make! They have all sorts of finger puppets- I'm dying to make the elephant next. What storybook goes with that? It's my new birthday gift! (If you are under the age of 8, I guess.)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
MFD Picnic
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Un-Perspire, Please
Today, we are out playing football as a family. Daniel has sweat dripping everywhere; for some strange reason this just annoys JD to no end, and he keeps handing Daniel stuff to wipe his forehead during our little "half-time."
"Daddy, would you please unsweat yourself?"
"Daddy, would you please unsweat yourself?"
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Rose Petals. . .
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Nice-i-full
JD, making his bed. . .
{this is usually a battle involving his perfectionism, my insistance that he do it himself, and many tears}
"Today I will make my bed by myself, I will not fuss, I will not cry, I will be nice-i-full. Do you know what niceifull means? It means being nice to everybody!"
{this is usually a battle involving his perfectionism, my insistance that he do it himself, and many tears}
"Today I will make my bed by myself, I will not fuss, I will not cry, I will be nice-i-full. Do you know what niceifull means? It means being nice to everybody!"
Thursday, August 6, 2009
He's loving this. . .
How to Profit in the New Economy
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Wipe him off the face of the. . .chalkboard wall
Cambria and Jacob Daniel have drawings of themselves on our chalkboard wall with their job lists next to the stick figures.
I caught Cambria, in a very selfish and I-do-not-like-my-brother-and-may-not-ever-change-my-mind mood, carefully wiping "Jacob" (well, his stick figure look-alike) off of the wall.
Out of sight, out of mind, don't have to deal with the guy. You could just see her wheels turning.
I caught Cambria, in a very selfish and I-do-not-like-my-brother-and-may-not-ever-change-my-mind mood, carefully wiping "Jacob" (well, his stick figure look-alike) off of the wall.
Out of sight, out of mind, don't have to deal with the guy. You could just see her wheels turning.
My, you are looking gorgeous, Moon
I commented on how bright the moon was tonight.
Cambria: "Oh, cute!"
(Her current comment about everything.)
Cambria: "Oh, cute!"
(Her current comment about everything.)
Humility. And Healing. (and bandaids)
Just one of those days, you know, the kind that actually start being stressful the night before?
I'm just glad that it's over.
Started late last night with my {belated} calendar flipping; oh, joy, Hayley completely forgot that she is teaching children's church for the month of August! Theme? No clue. Crafts? Nope. Oh, what about snacks? That's a funny joke- we are completely out of groceries, just because I am at the end of a busy week and we've eaten everything! Apple slices?
I quieted my stress, reminding myself that children are forgiving. Went to the Word, and started reading Matthew 5. . .
Now when He saw the crowds, He went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to Him and He began to teach them. . .
Love how real He was. Love how approachable He is. He knew their needs, He knew when the hearts needed to change, when new perspective was necessary.
Blessed are the poor in spirit
for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven
Blessed are they that mourn
for they shall be comforted
Poor in spirit. Humility. Unselfishness. A love for others that doesn't care if my toes are stepped on. And He says, the reward is Heaven.
Tears. Pain. Weary hearts. Wounded spirits. They shall be comforted.
I taught the children these concepts this morning. Yep, we had singing and crafts and Betty Lukens felts and the whole shebang.
But maybe I didn't learn.
Critical thoughts.
Frustration at events that are out of my control.
Stress over things that I want to do with a humble heart, grateful to give back to Him.
Lashing out at Daniel because of a misunderstanding that neither of us had the time or energy to solve.
Poor in spirit?
Well, and then there's the mourning. We had some real, bona fide tears tonight when a knife that was not supposed to be cutting an apple that was not supposed to be touched by a little boy cut the finger of the culprit.
I couldn't stop the bleeding with butterflies and bandaids and pressure (nope, Mom, cold washcloths didn't help either) so I loaded the kids up, pjs and all, and drove them to their Dr. Daddy.
And he made it all better, as all Daddies do, in their own special ways. Plus way cooler bandaids down there, not plain brown ones from the cheapskate mama.
Relief.
Reassurance.
Comfort.
So. It's up to me to choose the attitude. . . humility. Dependence on Him for my needs.
I think I'm gonna learn more than the kids in Children's Church this month.
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