Growing and shrinking

Two very big days here at the Not So SAHM house. Saturday Ashlyn turned two. After failing to put on a worthy party for Ashie’s first birthday I pulled it together for her second. She loves pandas so we had a panda cake:

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I hope this doesn't give her nightmares...

But she loved the Oreo milkshake more than the cake.

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The triplets came to celebrate with us. In fact we had people from three different states here!

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Family from Georgia, Alabama and Florida!
Family from Georgia, Alabama and Florida!

Ashie had a big day!

The very next day Reagan had a big day that started early–before church even! She went from this:

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to this:

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For a while we’ve been talking to her about donating her hair to Locks of Love. It was so long and so hard to brush through that she couldn’t even do it herself. She had been noncommital about donating until one of her good friends here donated her hair. Since then she’s been ready. This morning as I was trying to comb through the tangled mess I had had enough. “Go get the ruler Du, it’s time.” “Uh, are you sure?” I really wasn’t sure that I’d go through with it. We measured and placed the rubber band though. I grabbed the scissors and made the first cut. No going back. One foot of hair was cut. I cried a little. The hair cut still needs some touching up, but we like it. I am looking forward for it to grow back a little though.

That’s about half of our weekend in a nutshell…I’m not even getting into the Mexican fiesta we went to on Friday night or the Super Bowl party we had tonight. We had a busy weekend!

Sharper than any sword

I was going to blog tonight about whether to live in a place with or without a yard, OR about the dinner that bombed tonight, but those posts can wait. Du puts Reagan to bed every night. They read a book, read the Bible and pray. Tonight Du had her read 1 Corinthians 13 on her own after he left her room. The 13th chapter of Corinthians is about love. It describes love and all its characteristics. If you haven’t read it I highly recommend looking it up either in a Bible or online.

Anyway, Reagan came out of her room looking a little sad. She walked up next to me and muttered, “I’m sad because the Bible says love doesn’t get angry easily, and I do.”

“When do you get angry honey?” (Because I rarely see her get angry. And it’s usually at her mother or father so I wanted to know if this anger towards us was occurring more often than I thought).

“I get angry at Ashlyn all the time,” she replied.

“Ok, let’s go talk about this.” So we went back to her room and talked about anger a little. What I talked about mostly was how glad she should be that the Holy Spirit was prompting her heart to let her know this was an area in her life that needs work. She’s not yet seven and she’s following the promptings of the Holy Spirit.

And I was looking in a mirror. She thinks she gets angry often? Her words struck right at my soul–another way the Holy Spirit works on people. He was letting me know this is an area I need to work on as well. I had expected her to tell me that it wasn’t herself who she was sad about, but me, because I tend to get angry at and show my anger to my girls when I wouldn’t dare show it to anyone else.

We prayed for both of us to be able to control our anger and to know when we were getting angry easily. I cried because my daughter, at that moment, was spiritually more mature than I was. She felt the prompting of the Holy Spirit and heeded it. She came to talk to us about it. I was humbled.

The Bible says that “the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit…it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart.” (Hebrews 4:12) I thank God so much that His word is alive and active, even in my daughter. She felt that nudging judgment of the Sword of God and responded. May I take her as an example, and her childlike faith, and do that as well.

I love Joe Biden

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This man and I were cut from the same cloth. I guess I shouldn’t go that far. I’ll say this: we have the same sense of humor. You’ve got to love a guy who can’t help but kill his political career because of all of the public gaffes he makes. At least I can. Because I feel for him…I’d be doing the same thing. Admit it, what he said about Justice Roberts’ memory was pretty funny. He was cracking a joke! Did you see it?

It’s even funnier because Obama was clearly…perturbed shall we say. Was it appropriate considering the circumstances and the fact that there was tons of media around? Probably not, but that’s why I like him (his humor at least)–he says what he thinks no matter what the level of appropriateness. After all, I’ve been known to insert my foot deep into my pie hole. So here’s to Joe Biden and his sense of humor. This guy is going to make the next four years truly entertaining.

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He Said/She Said: Buy or Rent

It’s bitten us. We’ve lived in Alabama for less than seven months and we’re already itching to move. Actually, we’re being forced to move but whether it’s by force or choice we’re leaving in five months and that means we’ve got to find some place else to live. Where?

We don’t know. We may not even know until the end of March. Two more months of not knowing, which is actually eternity for an impatient person like me. We’ve got an inkling though and we’re guessing we’re moving to a really big city that most people like to call our nation’s capital. This time we’ll even get to unpack all of our boxes (!) because we’ll definitely be there for over a year…maybe even four!

Now, the dilemma that we’re facing is what type of housing do we get? Actually we’re facing about eleventy-two dilemmas because there are so many options in an area that big. For instance:

  • Do we live closer to the city and sacrifice space but gain quick access to everything?
  • Do we live farther out in a suburb, which means more space, but less time spent in the city?
  • Do we go with a house, townhouse or condo (which would have utilities covered in the monthly fee and also would provide free access to indoor pools, fitness rooms, etc)?
  • Do we live north of the city or south of the city? Living right in the city is pretty much out of our price range, unless we want to experience drive-bys every night.

There are pros and cons for each one and we haven’t been able to determine which option/s outweigh the others.

Here’s our question we’re asking you though? Do we buy or rent? No matter what type of structure we decide to live in (home, townhouse or condo) we’ll have the option of buying or renting.

He says buy. We’ll most likely be there for more than two years. Buying a house is always an investment. It’s great to own a house. The interest rates are at an all time low so we could get a really good deal on a mortgage.

She says rent. What if we’re only there two years? Take a look at housing prices over the last couple of years…we could have a sinking ship instead of a house on our hands. What if we buy in the wrong neighborhood because we’re outsiders and know nothing about the good areas and then we aren’t able to sell it and then nobody else wants to rent it because the rent’s too high to cover our mortgage which is overinflated and then we’re stuck with paying the mortgage on a house we’re not living in while the weeds grow, the paint chips and the mice move in? And owning is so expensive when you add in all the extra costs.

So, what do you think? Buy or rent? Go ahead, be honest. Oh wait, I’m talking to the readers who hung me out to dry for our last S/He Said (remember, the mugs? I can never forget). Of course you’ll be honest.

P.S. Nicole, notice I wrote nothing about fixing anything up. The only way I’ll do that is if you move in next door and we tackle a fixer upper together.

P.S.S. This entry is shorter than I would have liked. Last time I had the arguments, then the rebuttals then the closing statements…or something like that. But this time I’m toggling between windows: I’m writing this post as I’m searching the MLS listings, searching rental listings, studying the metro map, studying google maps…

Levity for the weekend

Ok, this week’s been a pretty heavy one for me. Inauguration, fears of aging too early, a 36 year anniversary of something I’m devastated our country (and new president) is celebrating. It’s time for some levity! Vicki is controversial no more! For today at least.

Have y’all ever heard of Bon Qui Qui? I had never had the pleasure of laughing at her until one of my friends introduced me to her comedic genius. I almost wet my pants (which isn’t hard since I’ve pushed out two nine pounders). Now I’m a total fan. I want to watch Bon Qui Qui every night and extra on nights like the ones I’ve had this week. Does she do parties?  My birthday’s coming up.

I’m pretty sure, like most things, I’m behind on Bon Qui Qui. My knowledge in all things social/celebrity is lacking. I imagine all of you have at least heard of her, so please, bear with me. Find the 3 minutes and 36 seconds that it takes to watch it and sit back and laugh. And if you’ve seen it, watch it again. You know you’re not tired of it! Gurl, if you don’ watch this video I will cutchu. Ru.

Now go have a great weekend!

My Real Age

Lord help me, I think I’m aging too quickly. You know how you always see people who act younger than they really are. And they’re all fun and fun to hang around. Then you see the people who already act like one foot is in the grave. I’m afraid I’m becoming the latter. Only time will tell if I will do it gracefully (from yesterday’s post some of you might think I’ve reached curmudgeon stage).

Example one: I love fashion and style and trying to be in it. With each consecutive magazine that I get though I get more and more concerned for the fashion editors of those magazines. What Kool Aid are they drinking? They’re still trying to push that jumpsuit craziness. And baggy clothes. And mixing prints. Wha?!?! Or am I getting old and now falling into that middle-aged category that is so comfortable in styles they wore in their twenties they’re unwilling to try new fashion? Please help me.

Example B: I have had the same hairstyle, give or take a couple of inches, for oh, fifteen years. Thank all that is right in this world that this wasn’t in the 80s. I don’t want to be that lady who is so afraid of changing her look that it takes a public intervention on Oprah to get her to cut her hair, and put on new clothes. I did take measures this fall when I got layers cut into my hair and went blonder than I have ever naturally been. But I consider those baby steps. I need to do something like go black pixie to stay young.

Example six: I have had a bloggy meet-up before. Many I am realizing. My engagement last week was an example of what is becoming regular in my life. Two of my neighbors are bloggers and we’ve been to the Governor’s Mansion together, the bus stop, decorating gingerbread houses. How could I forget that? It’s that oldstimer disease I believe, sneaking up on me taking away my…what was I saying?

There’s got to be a way to stop this mental age progression. You would think that having two young kids would be of some help, but most days they drain the life out of me. Heaven help me when I start yelling at kids in the mall…or letting vacuum salesmen into my house. I must sign off now. The bed is calling me…earlier and earlier each night.