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My business, Sew Petit, is being reviewed at A Frog In My Soup! Thank you so much, Shera!
So head on over there and take a look!
Photography and Homeschooling (Roadschooling as often as we can)
Here ye! Here ye!
My business, Sew Petit, is being reviewed at A Frog In My Soup! Thank you so much, Shera!
So head on over there and take a look!
I am very excited though about how healthy it actually was. Lately lunch has been consisting of a few Vienna sausages shared with Ashlyn, some chips shared with Reagan. And, that’s about it. I munch off their plates while cleaning the kitchen, getting them more of whatever. I assume you’re holding me to a higher standard though since it is Accountability April and all.
So, this is what I made myself today:
Total time to make: about 20 minutes. I was making the girls’ lunches as well. This is what I don’t like about eating healthy. It takes so much longer to prepare. I’m determined to keep it up though.
And now for dessert:
part of the edible mural Reagan made yesterday. More explanation to come later. I will not give up sweets totally while I’m trying to eat more healthy things. I don’t want to completely torture myself people.
I’ve been hearing the baby birds in the bushes and trees outside my window. When I stay up too late at night I can hear them crying out for their nourishment. In the hours of the morning when I’m still semi-comatose, yet beginning to awaken they are again peeping to be fed. At first it seemed like the oddest hours. Then I remembered both of my little chicks in their earliest days. It didn’t matter what our preconceptions were about time, sleep and hunger. When their bellies told them they were hungry, then it was time to eat.
I wonder how long it will take for mama and daddy to regulate their eating…Or are they demand feed parents and feed whenever the little peeps get loud? For now I am enjoying their subtle interruptions to my sleep. It reminds me that it’s warmer outside. The grass is turning greener with each rain shower. The buds are almost ready to bloom on the trees.
By the time spring’s glory turns into summer’s heat the little birdies will have learned how to feed themselves. As much as I am a proponent for the empty nest, as I’ve always said I cannot wait until Du and I are empty nesters, I am glad that God gives us a little bit more time with our young ones than mama and daddy bird get.
God, You grant us a glimpse at Your wonderful mysteries. Thank You for letting us experience them.
of the Baby Gizmo Buying Guide…
Congratulations to the following ladies!
#29 — Lisa: Could not do without the double stoller. Wasted money on the slings.
#10 — Erica: Couldn’t live without the swing, bouncy seat & breast pump. Didn’t need the babybjorn.
#1 — Kam: Couldn’t live without the jogging stroller. Wasted money on a backpack carrier.
#33 — Chantelle: Couldn’t live without the baby swing. Wasted money on high chairs. Her babies were better fed in their strollers.
Well, it looks like from the random reviews of these ladies you first and foremost need to get yourself a good stroller if you’re going to make it through babyhood! LOL. Congratulations ladies! May you put your new books to good use.
Warning: This post ended up being way longer than I expected.
It’s amazing how you can be trucking along in life, in the fast lane, getting things done and generally keeping ahead of the traffic jam. Then all of the sudden you realize that you’re not in control. And instead of cruising peacefully you’re trying to keep the truck on the road, fighting against a flat tire that wants to drag you into the ditch. And in my metaphor you don’t know exactly when that flat tire happened. Maybe a little nail punctured it and the air has slowly been leaking out. Nevertheless, the vehicle is out of control and you just now are realizing you’ve got to do some NASCAR-like crash avoidence…or end up in the ditch trying to pick up the pieces after the crash.
I don’t have some huge big secret to spill here about why my life is swerving out of control. It’s not really even swerving out of control. But I do know I don’t have control of a lot of little things. And if I don’t take little measures now it could easily get worse.
Hi, my name’s Vicki and I am organizationally challenged. Oh, and unhealthy.
I know, bo-ring.
Here’s what I used to be like:
Now it seems I’ve almost swung to the polar opposite. Having kids and not having time for any of that will do it.
It doesn’t sound like much is wrong. But I’m getting the feeling that I’m letting my life happen to me instead of taking control. My life shouldn’t own me, I should own it.
(this is a good breaking point. So go potty, get something to drink, go read other blogs).
So here’s what I’m doing about it:
I am going to take the month of April to get in shape, both organizationally and physically. That’s why this post is called Accountability April. I’M GOING TO NEED SOME HELP STAYING MOTIVATED PEOPLE. These are in random order as I think about them.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you. Would you hold me accountable this month?
Ok, I’m blogging about something else right now, but I just had to get this down. A boy (3rd grade, maybe 8 or 9) just came to the door. And it went a little like this:
Me: “Can I help you?”
Boy: “Does Reagan live here?”
Me: “Uh, yes she does. Wait while I get my friend Mr. Shotgun.” Oh wait, I didn’t say that…out loud.
Boy: “Can she come down to Shaun’s house and play?”
Me: “Come here so I can talk to you about the virtues of my little baby who doesn’t need to be noticing real, live boys right now. What do you think she’s going to think if a boy is asking her to come and play to another boy’s house? Next thing you know she’s going to want to marry you.” No, I didn’t say that to him either. But I wouldn’t be far from the truth. In her short six years of life she has already lined up at least three boys that she’s going to marry. She doesn’t need help in this department. But he’s innocently asking her to play. I think. And she hasn’t mentioned marriage in a while.
I happened to be on the phone with Shaun’s mom who is also Beth’s mom. Beth is Reagan’s best friend. They live two doors down. So Reagan is over there quite a bit…a lot…almost more than she is over here. Yesterday Beth and Reagan were playing “Save the World” with Shaun and this little boy. I guess they had fun. (When she told me they were playing “Save the World” I thought this must the new version of “doctor”. I immediately saw the scene in Grease 2 where the guy has taken his girlfriend into the bunker and the world is about to end…and he’s trying to convince her to….if you haven’t seen the movie you catch my drift anyway. So I inquired deeply about what all this game entails. No bunkers. No doctors.)
The reason I was on the phone with Shaun’s mom: Shaun had just called asking if Reagan could come over and play. I can’t really take this. Twice in one day? His mom and I thought that he was calling on behalf of Beth (being a nice big brother and all) because Beth wanted Reagan to play. Well, Shaun wanted her to come and play with he and Kevin and Beth. I guess Reagan wasn’t heading over there fast enough thus the reason for Kevin to come seeking her out here.
I am probably worrying about nothing. However, I have no idea at what age boys become interested in girls. I’m praying this is just friends wanting to play not worrying about who is a boy and who is a girl. When does it change???
For the record, Reagan was at another friend’s house playing. Just down the street though. Amy and I figured that this was all innocent enough and she would inquire of the other friend’s parents about them coming on down and playing. God save me while they save the world.
Don’t watch this unless you are old enough to have seen Grease 2 when it first played.