Saturday, February 28, 2009
I remembered
#3 was for family prayers each day--I'm happy to say it's quickly become a habit that the kids help us remember each morning and night.
Week #3
I didn't realize I was so computer/internet dependent. Our new computer should be here Monday and I can't wait. In some ways though, it's been nice to be limited in my access. More sleep and more time spent on other things around the house, not to mention additional time to spend with the kids. Getting online to check email "really quick" turns into "it's been an hour? where did the time go?"I spent almost and hour and half playing puzzles and trains with Sam and Ginny the other day. It was so much fun! I've decided very definitely that I've got to stick to a time limit and have a definite reason to be online. And not everyday either--what's going on here and now with my live little people is most important!
And here's an update on my resolutions--1) budget, over this month, but not my much; 2) scrapbooking--organization and some new supplies ordered, hope to put the pages together tomorrow; and I m too tired to remember the other one!
And here's an update on my resolutions--1) budget, over this month, but not my much; 2) scrapbooking--organization and some new supplies ordered, hope to put the pages together tomorrow; and I m too tired to remember the other one!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Internet Down
I'm going on week two with no internet on my home computer. So far, I really haven't missed it. Adam has been nice to let me borrow the office laptop this week so I can stay on top of emails and do some online shopping. It's actually amazed me how much more I am able to accomplish without all the websites I thought I HAD to check out everyday. So, maybe it'll be a habit by the time the new computer does come.
Not much new since my last post, really. We were all sick. Then we got better. Now we're all starting to get sick again. Ginny and Aviendha get something, then I get it. If we're lucky it ends there! So far so good with this latest cold (only the three of us have it--sorry Mom and Dad if we passed it along!). I am really, really, REALLY ready for spring!
Adam's made some great progress on our basement--almost all the sheet rock's up in that last room and last night he got the door to the room hung, well almost--he forgot shims, so it's very crooked right now. That will be righted this afternoon, I'll bet.
I am trying to get through the piles and piles of projects I have cluttering up my bedroom, the laundry room, and now the spare room. I inherited the pile-making gene from my dad (thanks, btw) and I am determined to get to everything I've sorted and put away "for later". Some of the things I have put away for later are now 6+ years old. How sad it that? The ones I worked on yesterday were from last year's RS Super Saturday and right after Ginny was born. She's three now!
Beside those projects, I"m really trying to get in gear with my scrapbooking efforts. I'm looking forward to the neighborhood scrap this weekend. I'm going to attempt going Sat. morning. Friday night Adam and I will be going to see Brian Regan in Logan!!! Happy Valentine's Day to myself--well, I gave Adam the tix, but I freely admit that I had myself in mind all along! hee, hee
And, finally, two cute things for Ninna this week. She's learned finally that Mommy means me and if she says it, I'll answer. So she'll follow me around the house saying "Mommy?"
(it sounds more like Bommy) and then she'lls wait for me to say "what?" Then she laughs and does it again and again. If she's on my lap she'll turn and put her face right in mine and play the same game. She gets endless amusement out of it. And I have to admit that I love it too.
The other is that she looks forward to naptime. I'll tell Sam and Ginny they have 5 minutes till her nap to gather toys and such from the bedroom. As soon as I give that announcement, Aviendha will go gather her blankets (dee-dees) and binky all while repeating "Naah, Naah". Then when I pick her up and carry her to her room, she waves and says "Nigh-Nigh"! What a cute little munchkin.
Not much new since my last post, really. We were all sick. Then we got better. Now we're all starting to get sick again. Ginny and Aviendha get something, then I get it. If we're lucky it ends there! So far so good with this latest cold (only the three of us have it--sorry Mom and Dad if we passed it along!). I am really, really, REALLY ready for spring!
Adam's made some great progress on our basement--almost all the sheet rock's up in that last room and last night he got the door to the room hung, well almost--he forgot shims, so it's very crooked right now. That will be righted this afternoon, I'll bet.
I am trying to get through the piles and piles of projects I have cluttering up my bedroom, the laundry room, and now the spare room. I inherited the pile-making gene from my dad (thanks, btw) and I am determined to get to everything I've sorted and put away "for later". Some of the things I have put away for later are now 6+ years old. How sad it that? The ones I worked on yesterday were from last year's RS Super Saturday and right after Ginny was born. She's three now!
Beside those projects, I"m really trying to get in gear with my scrapbooking efforts. I'm looking forward to the neighborhood scrap this weekend. I'm going to attempt going Sat. morning. Friday night Adam and I will be going to see Brian Regan in Logan!!! Happy Valentine's Day to myself--well, I gave Adam the tix, but I freely admit that I had myself in mind all along! hee, hee
And, finally, two cute things for Ninna this week. She's learned finally that Mommy means me and if she says it, I'll answer. So she'll follow me around the house saying "Mommy?"
(it sounds more like Bommy) and then she'lls wait for me to say "what?" Then she laughs and does it again and again. If she's on my lap she'll turn and put her face right in mine and play the same game. She gets endless amusement out of it. And I have to admit that I love it too.
The other is that she looks forward to naptime. I'll tell Sam and Ginny they have 5 minutes till her nap to gather toys and such from the bedroom. As soon as I give that announcement, Aviendha will go gather her blankets (dee-dees) and binky all while repeating "Naah, Naah". Then when I pick her up and carry her to her room, she waves and says "Nigh-Nigh"! What a cute little munchkin.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Life Lessons Revisited
Ok, since I'm sick now too, I am giving myself permission to spend all morning on the computer if I want. Pile of laundry and dirty toilets--I can't hear you, well, not loudly enough anyway. So, if you're wondering about that pic in the last post, that's my sweet Ninna during her daily patch therapy to correct her lazy eye. She wears socks pinned to her shoulders to keep from pulling the patch off. She was so cute with that Dancing Homer doll. She carried it around giving it loves and rocking it like a baby. I just had to get a shot of her with it!
For myself I have to relate some insights I've gained recently. I shared some of it with Adam last night, but couldn't quite find the right words. After an additional night pondering it all, here's how I view things. In a nutshell, females of all ages and backgrounds have a natural tendency to be cliquish and catty. It doesn't matter how old we are or how mature we're supposed to be, it STILL happens. I don't know why, all I know is that it's the ugliest side of womanhood that I know. I have a vague sense that it's a way that Satan can twist our propensity for forming tight bonds of sisterhood into something he can use to drive us apart and hurt others with. Dragging us down rather than allowing us to lift and support each other through all that's part of this life.
We may be "grown-ups" now, but the childishness of it all really bothers me. Some women get together and become friends. Then others come along and all are friendly, but a few of the newcomers don't share your political views, religous customs, or , for pete's sake, mop their kitchen with the same kind of mop the others do so they aren't allowed "in"! I don't know how the lines get drawn, but they are always drawn over differences between us. This person sews and you don't, another disciplines her kids in a way you wish you did, she's skinnier than me, that neighbor's more patient than I am, that girl never makes homemade treats for her family, but I do! AAAAHHHH!!! I could scream over the stupidity of it all.
It all comes down to the devil's favorite tools of pride and vanity. Someone else has or does something you wish you could have or do. Now's the choice, do I get to know her, become friends and learn from her or do I push her, and keep her, aside, so I don't have to feel bad about myself next to her? From there it has many levels, backbiting, gossip, outright dislike, indifference, etc., etc. But it all leads back to the same thing-we, who are alike will stay together and keep each other company, while those not like us (for whatever reason) can stand on the outskirts where we can keep from having to compare us with them constantly.
I learned early in life, thanks to moving around a LOT, that those on the outskirts have two choices really. One, you can feel bad for yourself and spend your life trying to make yourself into something "they" will accept or , two, you can turn to the others that are "out" and be friends with them, if possible, and be happy with the differences that make you YOU. I know that makes the whole thing sound so simple, when in reality it's terribly difficult. Everyone wants to belong and it's hard when you don't. If you can learn to pull off choice number two, then you learn the ironic truth. You're happier when you're not "in". For those that are "in" are never truly happy. They haven't learned what you already have--that being yourself, seeking after your own dreams, and striving for things that are best for you and you alone are the real source of happiness. Those who are "in" are constanly trying to find that happiness, but since they worry so much about what all the others who are "in" will think of their choices, they're trapped and made miserable by those who are supposed to be their friends.
My realization recently was that I thought that when we became grown-ups, we were free of that childish behavior that caused me so much pain while growing up. I was wrong, and as I recover from this battle once again, I am happy to be "out"--really and truly happy, for my happiness doesn't need to depend on the approbation of men, but that of a very loving Heavenly Father. For in the end, He's the one we're supposed to be proving ourselves to in this life. His blessings will far outweigh the adulation of men and I thank Him with all my heart for learning this lesson again!
For myself I have to relate some insights I've gained recently. I shared some of it with Adam last night, but couldn't quite find the right words. After an additional night pondering it all, here's how I view things. In a nutshell, females of all ages and backgrounds have a natural tendency to be cliquish and catty. It doesn't matter how old we are or how mature we're supposed to be, it STILL happens. I don't know why, all I know is that it's the ugliest side of womanhood that I know. I have a vague sense that it's a way that Satan can twist our propensity for forming tight bonds of sisterhood into something he can use to drive us apart and hurt others with. Dragging us down rather than allowing us to lift and support each other through all that's part of this life.
We may be "grown-ups" now, but the childishness of it all really bothers me. Some women get together and become friends. Then others come along and all are friendly, but a few of the newcomers don't share your political views, religous customs, or , for pete's sake, mop their kitchen with the same kind of mop the others do so they aren't allowed "in"! I don't know how the lines get drawn, but they are always drawn over differences between us. This person sews and you don't, another disciplines her kids in a way you wish you did, she's skinnier than me, that neighbor's more patient than I am, that girl never makes homemade treats for her family, but I do! AAAAHHHH!!! I could scream over the stupidity of it all.
It all comes down to the devil's favorite tools of pride and vanity. Someone else has or does something you wish you could have or do. Now's the choice, do I get to know her, become friends and learn from her or do I push her, and keep her, aside, so I don't have to feel bad about myself next to her? From there it has many levels, backbiting, gossip, outright dislike, indifference, etc., etc. But it all leads back to the same thing-we, who are alike will stay together and keep each other company, while those not like us (for whatever reason) can stand on the outskirts where we can keep from having to compare us with them constantly.
I learned early in life, thanks to moving around a LOT, that those on the outskirts have two choices really. One, you can feel bad for yourself and spend your life trying to make yourself into something "they" will accept or , two, you can turn to the others that are "out" and be friends with them, if possible, and be happy with the differences that make you YOU. I know that makes the whole thing sound so simple, when in reality it's terribly difficult. Everyone wants to belong and it's hard when you don't. If you can learn to pull off choice number two, then you learn the ironic truth. You're happier when you're not "in". For those that are "in" are never truly happy. They haven't learned what you already have--that being yourself, seeking after your own dreams, and striving for things that are best for you and you alone are the real source of happiness. Those who are "in" are constanly trying to find that happiness, but since they worry so much about what all the others who are "in" will think of their choices, they're trapped and made miserable by those who are supposed to be their friends.
My realization recently was that I thought that when we became grown-ups, we were free of that childish behavior that caused me so much pain while growing up. I was wrong, and as I recover from this battle once again, I am happy to be "out"--really and truly happy, for my happiness doesn't need to depend on the approbation of men, but that of a very loving Heavenly Father. For in the end, He's the one we're supposed to be proving ourselves to in this life. His blessings will far outweigh the adulation of men and I thank Him with all my heart for learning this lesson again!
Monday, February 2, 2009
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