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Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Quotes from the Littlest Girl

My Littlest Girl constantly entertains us with the stuff that comes out of her mouth.
Here are a few recent excerpts of her exceptionally imaginative mutterings.



Littlest Girl:
Mom, I'm going to pretend I have friends!


Me:  Sweetie, you're so cute.
Littlest Girl:  And I talk a lot too!!

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Playing Duck Duck Goose with friends.
Littlest Girl:  Goose me!  Goose me!


Littlest Girl:  Mom, I don't want it to be Sunday.  Ya know why?
Me:  Uh, no.
Littlest Girl:  Because on Sunday we die.  And I don't want to die.  That wouldn't be good.

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Naked Littlest Girl
Me:  Did you get too hot in your bed?
Littlest Girl:  No.  I got too hot in my pajamas.


Littlest Girl:  Mom, can we do the Kylie Minogue kisses?
The one where we rub noses?

Thursday, January 19, 2012

I'm Going to Have to Separate You Two!

I have always had cold feet.  When I was young, it didn't bother me.  It doesn't really bother me now.  Except when I am trying to go to sleep.  Then I can literally stay awake for hours until every part of me is warm.  

I know.  
It's hard to be me.

I  rebelled against wearing socks to bed for years.  Why?  When I was a kid, my dad said at night our feet need to breathe.  Because you know, feet suffocate all day in those cotton socks we wear.

But now, along with the extra blankets, the oil heater, and my warm pajamas, I've surrendered my feet to socks.  And though they are separated, they surprisingly offer little resistance when I want to go to sleep.  


Maybe they just needed their own space.  

Monday, January 16, 2012

Purple Freckles!!

My Littlest Girl says whatever is on her mind.

Last night, we were playing the Memory Game.  This one had a Dora theme.  All the cards had characters from the Dora show.  At one point, every time we flipped a card over, My Littlest Girl yelled, "Grasshopper!"  It didn't matter if it was Benny, the Big Red Chicken, Dora or Diego.  Everyone was Grasshopper.  This went on until the game was over.  And then some.

Tonight, we were wrestling on the floor.  I gradually became aware that every time she got shot through the air, she yelled, "Chicken Little!"  I have no idea why.  But for the last 10 minutes, all I've heard is "Chicken Little" as she goes flying into her Daddy's arms.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Thanks

Thanks Alicia, for posting this on your Facebook.
Ladies, I strongly recommend this blogpost.


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Double Your Pleasure

I have the extraordinary privilege of feeling nauseous while I have a cold.  Sound like fun?  Here are the instructions:

1)  Get very little sleep
2)  Drink a cup of hot coffee, quickly
3)  Take a hot shower
4)  Sneeze

That's it!  4 easy steps to nirvana.

And if you'd like to increase the intensity, take some cold medicine.  Extra bang for the buck.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Matthew 18:15

15 “If your brother or sister[b] sins,[c] go and point out their fault, just between the two of you. If they listen to you, you have won them over. 16 But if they will not listen, take one or two others along, so that ‘every matter may be established by the testimony of two or three witnesses.’[d] 17 If they still refuse to listen, tell it to the church; and if they refuse to listen even to the church, treat them as you would a pagan or a tax collector.


I gotta be honest.  This was a hard one for me to swallow.  Especially verse 15.


When I was a kid, and I got into a disagreement with someone, the first thing I did was go find a few other people that agreed with me.  Ones that would be willing to stand with me in the middle of a conflict.  Why?  Because when I tried to disagree with someone privately, they would make it public.  I hated having personal things become public without warning.  And it was never done in a positive way.  As you can imagine.


The best defense was to get a posse, and hope that yours was bigger than theirs.  Either way, winning was important.  Or at least not getting smeared up against a wall during recess.  Lines were constantly being drawn.  You didn't want to end up on the wrong side.


It's also a great way to deflect any personal responsibility.  What if the other person is right?  What if she truly wants to clear the air?  Mob mentality usually sweeps individual digressions under the rug.  I may have been wrong, but she was MORE wrong.


When we take it public, the chance to have just a disagreement diminishes.  The chance to hash it out without emotional injury is gone once we start creating sides.  Imagine the confusion you feel when one person disagrees with you.  Now magnify it to include others, and soon you feel isolated and defensive.


Now that I'm, um, older, the urge to find someone to validate my position is the same.  What my age has shown me, though, is that even if my position is correct, my priority should be the relationship.  The one between myself and my challenger.  If I love that person, and their stance is one that can cause them to stumble spiritually, I will stand firm.  If their stance is whether blue is better than yellow, I've got to let it go.


If they are on a dangerous spiritual cusp, I must be unwavering.  Although this sometimes does not look like love, we all know that it is.  If we love that person, do we truly want them to fall away and sin?  Do we walk away from our unbelieving friends because we care?  Obviously not.  Do we call in the cavalry, and take turns beating down our friend, because then they will see.  One thing I have learned, as we get older, we can not be argued into conceding.  All of us have developed a hardening of our hearts that has nothing to do with cholesterol.


These statements do not conflict with the fact that I believe God is sovereign.  He has the whole world in His hands.  (Sorry for the earworm.)  I can not lead people to Christ, or to hell, if God has other plans.  Thank you, God!


For those who don't know me well, I am rather conflict averse.  I am getting better at conflict, but I don't care for it.  Talking to someone, one-on-one, is daunting.  Especially when I have been hurt.   It is hard for me to confront someone when I need to.  But I have learned, it is SO much better to have that conversation privately, rather than draw it out in a public forum.  It is worth the awkwardness to clear the air and move on.  And honestly, 90% of the time our relationship is better for it.  I prefer the risk of being hurt again, in private, rather than a public stalemate that draws in many.  And causes many to sin.  In most cases I can't rebuild that personal relationship, even when I want to.


And so again, God's word speaks promise to our hearts.  His rules are for our benefit.  And because of that, His rules are for His glory.  I am once again rebuked and humbled, commanded and comforted.  And emboldened.  Doing the right thing, no matter how hard, will provide me with the peace that God is delighted in my obedience.  And in the meantime, I have treated another with the respect they deserve.  I can't lose.

Monday, January 9, 2012

Full Steam Ahead

Tonight, after over a month, I decided to mop the floor.

I had actually decided to mop the floor last week, when my chair rolled on to something but it wouldn't roll off. 
Somehow, I managed to ignore it.
I also noticed what looked like a grease spot under my kitchen table.  But we have laminate floors.
Somehow, I managed to ignore it.
I sweep regularly, and I swept (and swept) a spot near my Littlest Girl's chair.  It was directly under the place where this happens, so I didn't want to get too close.
Somehow, I managed to ignore it.

But tonight, when one of the girls dropped something, 
and I wanted to claim the Five Second Rule, 
I couldn't ignore it anymore.

Even five seconds is too long when the floor is as dirty as mine.

So in the name of the Five Second Rule.  
And my desire to keep the tradition alive.  
I mopped.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Five Question Friday 1.6.12


I'm trying this today because I have no inspiration.  Except you.  You're My Inspiration.  Oh wait.  Sorry.  Flashback to 1980something.

Rules for 5QF: Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then watch for the linky post to appear Friday morning and LINK UP!






1. What is the weather like where you are and do you like it?

I live in Western South Dakota.  I'm from Southwest Iowa.  You wouldn't think there would be that much difference.  But there is.  I like the summers in SoDak,  which are from July 1-Oct. 1.  We wear winter clothes for 8 months out of the year.  It could be depressing.  Unless you live in Canada.  Or Alaska.

2. When you're sick what do you seek comfort from?

I prefer EVERYONE to leave me alone, and check on me every hour or so, just to make sure I haven't died.  I usually wander off to some unpopulated part of the house, near a bathroom, and collapse.  Kind of like those animals that wander off in the woods to die.  I don't know how I know to do it, it's just instinct.  I haven't had to be really sick with kids yet.  I'm praying I never have to.

3. What do you need to do before the end of the month?

Pay bills, plan my trip to FLORIDA!  (See Question #1)  Lose 10 lbs.  Totally doable.

4. Have you ever served on a jury?

I just served last month.  It was amazing.  Would it be wrong of me to somehow get my name on the list permanently?  And they provide lunch, to boot!

5. If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?

Probably some kind of bird.  I love the idea of flying.  But not in an airplane.  I've dreamt about flying.  I read that means I'm optimistic.  I haven't had a flying dream in 10 years.  Does that mean I'm now a realist?



Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Just Some Pictures...

...Of the holidays in Iowa.

My Sis and Me.

My Grandma and Me.

A New Addition.

My Dad.
He Carries Us. :)

One of my most favorite pictures of the trip.

Pre-Slumber Party Book Reading.

The hubs and I.
Wishing you a magnificent 2012.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Not For the Faint of Heart


If you have a child who is texture sensitive, 
a picky eater, 
and on the short side...

If you don't like to clean, 
puke a little in your mouth, 
or identify dried gelatinous masses...

Then never.
 Never. 
Check under the kitchen table in your house.