Sign of the Times

This is how March looks in our house.

Flip flops one day. Snow boots the next.

Classic J

J, "Mom, smell this flower. Doesn't it smell good?"

Me, "Mmm. Yes, the flower does smell good."

J, "Yeah. It smells like an apple!"

Dizzy

E is helping in the kitchen today. We are using the hand mixer to stir something. She watches for awhile and says, "Mom, the eggbeaters are getting really dizzy!"

Huh. Never really thought about it. But she's probably right. :)

Beige is the new Black

I used to LOVE buying cute clothes for my girls. But now that my girls are dressing themselves, I'm over that. In fact, I'm tempted to throw out every article of clothing that isn't pink. That way, at least when they get dressed, they will match.

I can't help but love her flair though...

Taylor

Elizabeth Taylor died today.

When you read all that there is about her, you mostly hear about all of her impressive accomplishments during her life.

I can't help but think of what she's doing now. Did someone share the gospel with her? Of all the things she did while she was alive, do they matter to her now?

Although I know God calls His own, I feel a responsibility to tell His story with more fervency whenever I hear of someone's death. There is Good News!!

Jesus died so that our sins could be forgiven. That Act, along with our response to it, gave us the ability to spend our time after death in heaven. With God. Whole. Radiant. Worshipping.

The alternative for us is hell. Without God. Tormented. Miserable. Beaten to a pulp.

I hope someone let her know.

Volleyball

I like volleyball. I've been playing it for well over 30 years now. I may not be as quick or jump as high as I did when I was in high school, but I have gained some wisdom that still makes me a decent player.

My daughters do not recognize this, however.

Last week, they came to one of my games. I play on a women's league. On my team, everyone is younger than me. No problem. That's where the wisdom part is helpful. The girls were sitting with a friend, watching me play. During one of the matches, I dove a couple of times to save the ball. The girls started talking quickly with my friend. She was laughing.

When I had a chance, I asked the girls what they said. E was relatively concerned. She said, "You are too old to play volleyball. You had a birthday, remember?"

I did have a birthday this month, and it was a big one. I didn't think it had affected my game play so quickly, so I said, "Why do you think I"m too old?

She replied, "Because you fall down on the floor when you play!"

I'm so glad she said that, and not, "Because you're slower than the other players," or "You make more mistakes than the other players," or something equally as depressing.

So I told her, "You're supposed to dive on the floor when you play volleyball." And she looked slightly less concerned and a little more confused.

Whew. Dodged a bullet there. Can't wait to see how she critiques me when she gets a little older.

Sing-A-Long

(To the tune of "Where is Thumbkin?")

I am bloated

I am bloated

Yes, I am

Yes, I am

No more salt for me, thanks

Help me find my sweatpants

Cannot breathe

Cannot breathe