The boys favorite song these days is "I'm getting nothing for Christmas." Matt will sing a line, "I put a tack in teacher's chair," and they all chime in with "Somebody STIXED on me!!"
Matt: "I tied a knot in Susie's hair"
Boys: "Somebody STIXED on me!"
Now, you may think that the correct word is "snitched" not "stixed" but the boys will be quick to inform you of your error. Ha! Ha!
We decided to make the boys "earn" money to buy Christmas gifts for each other, so we labeled three zip lock bags with their names. They all did a great job cleaning the playroom last night, so they each received a quarter to put into their bags. We told them they could take their money that they earned to the store and pick out a present for their brothers. I am excited and think this will put a little more meaning into the giving for them.
Musings on life with three silly boys - there's never a dull moment!
Monday, November 30, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Thankfulness
I am thankful that my sweet husband and kids are not picky eaters. I know I am not a good cook by any stretch of the imagination, and working full time does not lend itself to tasty and extravagant meals prepared on a daily basis.
My kids love to eat vegetables, especially broccoli, and will even eat sushi and fish!
I am thankful that they will eat just about any near-disaster meal I am able to pull together for them.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
My kids love to eat vegetables, especially broccoli, and will even eat sushi and fish!
I am thankful that they will eat just about any near-disaster meal I am able to pull together for them.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The blinking cursor
There are times throughout each day where I think about something and purpose in my heart to write about it on my blog.
However, in the last few days, every time I click on "New Post" and attempt to write an entry, the cursor just blinks and blinks at me, and suddenly I can't think of a single thing I had intended to write about.
Is this the beginning stages of dementia or just motherhood? :)
I'll write about it when I can remember what it was!
However, in the last few days, every time I click on "New Post" and attempt to write an entry, the cursor just blinks and blinks at me, and suddenly I can't think of a single thing I had intended to write about.
Is this the beginning stages of dementia or just motherhood? :)
I'll write about it when I can remember what it was!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Tests from God
In Psalm 139, David asks God,
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
We were discussing this passage at our admin meeting the other day at work, and it occurred to me that in order to rid myself of any offensive ways, I need to ask God to test me. We as Christians tend to think that life should be easy for us since we have chosen to follow Christ; however, this passage indicate the opposite. I need to remember this when trials and difficulties come into my life. It is God's way of ridding the offensive ways in me. God knows every worry and anxious thought that I have, and He cares for me. I trust that He will not allow me to be tried more than I can bear.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my anxious thoughts.
24 See if there is any offensive way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.
We were discussing this passage at our admin meeting the other day at work, and it occurred to me that in order to rid myself of any offensive ways, I need to ask God to test me. We as Christians tend to think that life should be easy for us since we have chosen to follow Christ; however, this passage indicate the opposite. I need to remember this when trials and difficulties come into my life. It is God's way of ridding the offensive ways in me. God knows every worry and anxious thought that I have, and He cares for me. I trust that He will not allow me to be tried more than I can bear.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Motherhood
I found this quote online and thought I'd share with you...
Small Blessings
Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Gitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last week's mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your grace
I seen then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile
Monday, November 9, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Footprints in the Sand
I have had many moments in my life where I thought I was alone in a time of crisis, only to realize later that God was carrying me. Here is the famous poem:
Footprints in the Sand
Last night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
one belonged to me, the other to the Lord.
After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.
This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest
and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why,
when I needed You the most,
You would leave me.”
The Lord replied, “My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of suffering,
when you could see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”
Although I feel I am going through a difficult time now trying to come to grips with #1's autism and the anger I feel inside because of it, I know that God is carrying me and I am not alone.
My biggest "footprints in the sand" time of my life was when the twins were born 3 months premature. I felt as if I had no control over anything and felt totally lost, but my God carried me through, and He will do it again.
Footprints in the Sand
Last night I had a dream.
I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand:
one belonged to me, the other to the Lord.
After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.
This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You’d walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest
and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why,
when I needed You the most,
You would leave me.”
The Lord replied, “My son, my precious child,
I love you and I would never leave you.
During your times of suffering,
when you could see only one set of footprints,
it was then that I carried you.”
Although I feel I am going through a difficult time now trying to come to grips with #1's autism and the anger I feel inside because of it, I know that God is carrying me and I am not alone.
My biggest "footprints in the sand" time of my life was when the twins were born 3 months premature. I felt as if I had no control over anything and felt totally lost, but my God carried me through, and He will do it again.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Testimony of love
I had no idea how much joy it would give me to see my child smile. When they were babies and first began to smile, I would make the silliest faces or sounds in order to win the prize of a smile or laugh.
This video is an awesome testimony of love between a father and a son. The father runs triathalons, which is hard enough in an of itself, but he has chosen to bring his son along for the ride, literally. He pushes his diabled son in his wheelchair while he runs, pulls him in a raft while he swims, and carries him to the double bike to ride. The smile on the child's face is priceless, and you can see the intense love between the father and his beloved son.
Warning...grab a kleenex!
This video is an awesome testimony of love between a father and a son. The father runs triathalons, which is hard enough in an of itself, but he has chosen to bring his son along for the ride, literally. He pushes his diabled son in his wheelchair while he runs, pulls him in a raft while he swims, and carries him to the double bike to ride. The smile on the child's face is priceless, and you can see the intense love between the father and his beloved son.
Warning...grab a kleenex!
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
The four year old classes at Northland got to go on a field trip to the pumpkin patch. It was cloudy and rainy the day before, so I was unsure if the trip would turn into a muddy mess.
God had a different idea in mind, and boy I'm glad He did!
The weather could not have been more perfect for a day at the pumpkin patch, complete with a hay ride, playing on the playground, eating a picnic, and going on a train ride, not to mention the priviledge of riding the "Yellow School Bus!" The boys and I had a great time!
God had a different idea in mind, and boy I'm glad He did!
The weather could not have been more perfect for a day at the pumpkin patch, complete with a hay ride, playing on the playground, eating a picnic, and going on a train ride, not to mention the priviledge of riding the "Yellow School Bus!" The boys and I had a great time!
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
Our superhero Halloween
Well, the costumes never did arrive in the mail. I am going to give that Ebay seller a VERY bad review.
Anyway, on Saturday when I realized my boys had nothing to wear, I got my niece to babysit and set out to find some costumes. The boys had their hearts set on Superman, Batman, and Robin, so I couldn't buy just any old thing. I stopped at a CAJILLION stores (is that even a word?) but no luck. Everything was so picked over and they didn't have any of their sizes.
Luckily, Matt stopped at one last store on his way home from work and found exactly what we needed.
Looks like Matt was the superhero that saved Halloween for us!
Anyway, on Saturday when I realized my boys had nothing to wear, I got my niece to babysit and set out to find some costumes. The boys had their hearts set on Superman, Batman, and Robin, so I couldn't buy just any old thing. I stopped at a CAJILLION stores (is that even a word?) but no luck. Everything was so picked over and they didn't have any of their sizes.
Luckily, Matt stopped at one last store on his way home from work and found exactly what we needed.
Looks like Matt was the superhero that saved Halloween for us!
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Rejoicing?
I'll admit it, I've had a terrible attitude lately. I have been yelling at my kids, being rude to my husband, and overall have had a pity party for myself.
Today on the way home from church, #3 started singing, "This is the day, this is the day, that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice, I will rejoice and be glad in it, and be glad it it."
It hit home with me. In all my sulking, yelling, feeling sorry for myself, have I taken time to rejoice and be thankful that God has blessed me with another day with my sweet family?
I received a book in the mail yesterday that I ordered from Amazon. It is called Finding God in Autism. It is a devotional written by a parent of an autistic child and offers a 40 day challenge. I am going to take that challenge. It is time to change my ways and the autism issue hits at the heart of a lot of my frustration and anger.
Here is an excerpt from the book for day 1:
God wasn't answering my prayers like I thought he should. I wanted Him to wipe the autism and Neurofibromatosis out of our son's life. I wanted to wake up and have my son know how to talk! My prayers were heartfelt and my faith was larger than a grain of mustard seed...so where was God's power?
In time, I learned that most of the time, God's answers come when we take action. God wanted me to read Scriptures more, read books about autism, talk with doctors, therapists and do my research. I made a conscience choice to renew my mind with the Scriptures and hope returned. I asked God to transform my way of thinking. I asked God to let me see our son like He saw our son. I prayed to God to mold my way of thinking and bring me hope.
As I prayed, the bondage in my mind started to lose its grip. I started seeing our son's potential by looking at him like Christ sees him. He was not a lost, helpless soul. He is a child of God. Pray today and ask God to renew your mind. Return your hope. To see His will. Someway we will know how perfect His plan really is for our children and ourselves.
Oh God, please help me to rid my heart of this anger I feel inside. Your word says that out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks, so I know what is in my heart is not what You intended. Create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me.
Today on the way home from church, #3 started singing, "This is the day, this is the day, that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice, I will rejoice and be glad in it, and be glad it it."
It hit home with me. In all my sulking, yelling, feeling sorry for myself, have I taken time to rejoice and be thankful that God has blessed me with another day with my sweet family?
I received a book in the mail yesterday that I ordered from Amazon. It is called Finding God in Autism. It is a devotional written by a parent of an autistic child and offers a 40 day challenge. I am going to take that challenge. It is time to change my ways and the autism issue hits at the heart of a lot of my frustration and anger.
Here is an excerpt from the book for day 1:
God wasn't answering my prayers like I thought he should. I wanted Him to wipe the autism and Neurofibromatosis out of our son's life. I wanted to wake up and have my son know how to talk! My prayers were heartfelt and my faith was larger than a grain of mustard seed...so where was God's power?
In time, I learned that most of the time, God's answers come when we take action. God wanted me to read Scriptures more, read books about autism, talk with doctors, therapists and do my research. I made a conscience choice to renew my mind with the Scriptures and hope returned. I asked God to transform my way of thinking. I asked God to let me see our son like He saw our son. I prayed to God to mold my way of thinking and bring me hope.
As I prayed, the bondage in my mind started to lose its grip. I started seeing our son's potential by looking at him like Christ sees him. He was not a lost, helpless soul. He is a child of God. Pray today and ask God to renew your mind. Return your hope. To see His will. Someway we will know how perfect His plan really is for our children and ourselves.
Oh God, please help me to rid my heart of this anger I feel inside. Your word says that out of the overflow of the heart, the mouth speaks, so I know what is in my heart is not what You intended. Create in me a clean heart and renew a right spirit within me.
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