Showing posts from September, 2011

In the news again.

Hyundai drives $100K donation to CHKD:
Samuel was in the news again. He and I went to CHKD today as Hyundai (Hope on Wheels) presented CHKD with a check for $100,000 towards pediatric cancer. You can see Samuel throughout the clip, when the check is being presented and he's the last one at the end with his handprint. You can catch his hand (with the spiderman watch).

Thank you Hyundai!

Being A Romantic.

By Romantic, I am not referring to romantic love or wooing someone. I'm not talking about scented candles or red roses or boxes of chocolates. I am referring to being fanciful, impractical, and unrealistic. As in having romantic ideas. Another definition looks at is as being imbued with or dominated by idealism, a desire for adventure, chivalry, etc.

Being a romantic can be a wonderful thing. You enjoy movies and books in an intense way... you often find yourself personally relating to the characters. You can have creative ideas and ways of expressing yourself and your emotions. That's nice. (said in "Shirley voice" from Community)

But the downfall is this... when your idea of how life should be doesn't measure up to reality. When you create unrealistic expectations, goals, to do lists, etc. When you think every event, holiday, moment should live up to the "ideal".

Now those of you who know me personally aren't startled by this... one friend was su…

Swiper, No Swiping!

How many of you have seen Dora the Explorer? If you have then you are familiar with a little fox on the show. His name is Swiper and he has a habit of swiping. So Dora often will tell you to say with her, "Swiper, No Swiping!"

Can we say the same to Peter. He loves to swipe. By that I mean he loves to rake his nails across your face... particularly eyes and nose are a favorite. He just swiped my nose so hard it's been bleeding for the past 10 minutes. The thing is his nails are trimmed. He just really knows how to get you!

We finished nursing for the last time today... because not only does he swipe but he bites. "Biter, no Biting!" All done with that!

Don't let that upside down passy make you think he's innocent!

Support Groups.

How many of you are in a support group or maybe even a special interest group? You can go to meetings or find support online. I am in a few. But I qualify for many... Part of me fears being thought of as Marla Singer in Fight Club* finding me randomly showing up to support groups that I don't qualify for. The sad thing is I qualify for all of these... Guess I'm a girl who needs support.

Groups I'm in:
-Weight Watchers.(Love developing my healthy lifestyle and the accountability)
-Moms Helping Moms (a support group for moms who have children with cancer)
-CareGroup/Small Group at church
-SKIBS (you know who you are.)

Other Groups I "qualify" for:

M.O.P.s Mothers of Pre-schoolers. (got those)

M.O.M.s Mothers of Multiples. (have twins)

Grief Share. (went once, would consider being a part of again).

Support Group for those with children with Cerebral Palsy.(would like to explore in the future)

AL-Anon (for Friends and families of problem drinkers AKA…

Movie Time.

On a whim today we picked up Libby from school (instead of her riding the bus) and Mike, Samuel, Libby and I went to cinema cafe (where we had free passes) and saw Spy Kids: All The Time in the World. Kristin watched Peter and the twins for us. (Thank you Kristin).

It was fun to get to do something so spontaneous. And it was a good movie too.

One thing I appreciated about the movie was the importance of spending time together, in particular, as a family. It showed different ways that people view time. The Dad played by Joel McHale (Jeff Winger in the community) thought that if he worked his 5 year plan he would then get to enjoy time with his kids. He was later encouraged that he didn't know how much time he would have. He was told that all he could know he would have in the future was regret. That his kids would be grown up by the time had time to spend with them.

One character believed that if he could go back in time he would be able to change things and be able to change the…

A Party for Samuel.

Samuel's test begin next week. But we're already planning a party. Hope you can come!

An Aunt By Any Other Name...

Kristin gets called many things. There are the normal names... like Kristin, or Aunt Kristin.

But there are also some unusual names too... like Uncle Ker-Fer-Fer. (Christopher) or Aunt Ker-Ker.

But there is one thing that is NOT in doubt. She is well loved by all. They all love to be with their Auntie. They love hanging out in her home (The Loft). Ian begs daily to go and see her and baby Madison. "I go see Kristin. I go see her. I see her and baby Madison..."

We Love you KRISTIN!!!

Snuggles: Michael and Auntie Kristin.

the ramblings of the sleep deprived.

"Whose not getting any sleep? It's me. It's me." Said with SNL perfect cheer skit inflection.

What is the deal. I'm utterly exhausted. My body hurts physically. Pulled some weird neck/shoulder muscle... but my head is spinning and my mind is reeling.

Just when I think I get this "grace" thing I get hit with something and bam, whiplash occurs.

Nothing big. Just me. Not having it together and falling apart... and being what I accused my daughter of being today... DRAMATIC. Hey, it takes a drama mama to make one, right?

I've had a great day. I got to run errands and it was uber productive and I spent the day with Libby. It was a mixture of business and pleasure. We did get many errands accomplished but also were able to have lunch together and we had fun talking and just being in each other's company.

So good day, right? But, I feel low. Aha. Good day. Productive Day... doesn't always equal good feelings. Weird, huh. But I guess it makes sense.…

Being the aroma of Christ.

After the hurricane we have been experiencing very putrid smells as we pass the swamp on a daily basis. Really foul and rank. But recently... and maybe it's my olfactory playing tricks on me... but I have been smelling an almost crushed mint smell. Which is lovely.

I love the smell of crushed herbs. In fact I love keeping fresh herbs and other plants that when you touch or crush them they release fragrance. I love the smell they release in the air and in my hand. Lemon Verbena is another favorite. And I adore real French Lavender.

I was thinking though that if you look at these plants they're okay to look at, not extraordinary. They even emit a little bit of odor on their own... but it's truly when they're crushed that full, pungent fragrance is released.

I'm realizing that I'm a lot like these herbs. For my full fragrance to be released there is some crushing involved.

Christ Himself was crushed...

Isaiah 55: 1-6
1"Who has believed what he has heard from…

Approval Addiction.

Call it what you will, "Fear of Man", "Man Pleasing", being afraid of what others think... I have a problem. I'm addicted to approval.

It's as if I posted myself on Facebook. And I just am waiting for anyone and everyone to hit the like button. Please LIKE me!!!

I don't like being misunderstood. I want to explain. My life. My situation. My circumstances. The reason I'm so tired. My appearance. Whatever. And okay, not really most people can understand. They're not in my shoes. But if you can't understand then at least acknowledge or sympathize or something.

I want you to think I'm a good woman/wife/mom/Christian/writer/friend/sister/aunt/niece/daughter/granddaughter... You get the picture.

I'm trying to give it up. I'm not good. In and of myself I'm downright awful (evil). That's the bad news.

The good news is this. Jesus Christ came and died for sinners. He was God made flesh born of a virgin. He lived a perfect life..…

The "Other Guys"...

While Michael, Ian, Rebecca, Kristin and I cleaned there was another pair of people. And although they are "innocents" now... We know it won't be too long when this pair will become mischievous toddlers.... they will be "cousins in crime".

For now, let's enjoy the cuteness of Madison and Peter!
What's going on?

Hi YOU!!!
Peter just gave Madison a slobbery kiss on the head.
Another Kiss... or maybe I will just grab her cheek or hair
Hanging out together.
We're too blessed for this mess!

My "Impressionists"

I was so proud of myself today. I was working hard...getting ahead...organizing, cleaning, clearing, eliminating, etc. Unbeknownst to me, all during the boys naptime, they were hard at work as well.

They managed to break into my craft area (which is usually locked but wasn't because items were being brought from downstairs to upstairs). And got into fabric paint. It went everywhere... walls, carpet, rugs, train set, bed, sheets, clothes, and of course the TV. I was not a happy camper to say the least.

Surprisingly Michael has been the instigator as of late.
Extreme TV Make-Over
Even the Rug Needs Some Love
A new look for the train set
Be sure to paint the poptart while we're at it! (Don't even know where the poptart came from...)

Don't forget the wall embellishments. I guess they were adding to the rocket and were inspired by the "outer space" decals in the room.
The Artists.

Lest I forget... they also decided to empty dressers of drawers.
As far as impressio…


Samuel: "I know where I came from."
Me: "You do?"
Samuel: "Papa bought me in a box at the store."

Who do you Worship?

My husband recently wrote a post on his blog(super powers) and in this post he discusses the gods we worship. Specifically he was talking about things such as a.c. and how we desperately love comfort. Comfortable temperature.

The same could be said about comfortable furniture or the kind of coffee we like to drink. Hot showers. Warm bed. Clean sheets. Filtered water. Food of choice. Etc.

I was realizing in addition to worshipping comfort that there were other "gods" that we as Americans, and me, in particular struggle with. The "god of productivity" and the "god of efficiency". How often do I find myself measuring my worth by what I have or have not accomplished. By what is complete on my to-do list or the balance there of.

And efficiency.... God forbid I leave a coupon at home. Or make a mistake. Gasp. It's the end of the world. I could have saved two steps if I had done such and such. I wasted a stamp when I could have dropped it off. Or if I don&…

Misjudging appearances.

Matthew 7:1-5 1 "Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Why do you see the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? Or how can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when there is the log in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye.

Have you ever misjudged anyone? I have. I used to think this one girl was cold and aloof- to put it in one word- snob. In reality, she was shy and a little uneasy around big groups of people. She is now a dear friend of mine. Another friend (before we were friends) had thought that I didn't like her and I thought she didn't like me... So much misunderstanding and misjudging.

I have a very lovely friend whose nails look like she gets them done all the time…
I just saw an article I wrote for Ungrind was posted. It's called "Leaving Virginia". You can read it here.


I haven't been writing lately. I think I was kind of hoping that someone would ask if I died or something. But no. I guess I'll write anyway. I've been really tired and weary. I don't think I've had writers block as much as I don't want to share what's on my mind. It feels too controversial. Too honest. Too open. The "f" word has even popped into my head when I think about what I want to write about. See what I mean.

I want to be careful that my writing is in line with Philippians 4:8 "Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things."(emphasis mine)

My thoughts and my life hasn't lined up with that lately. It's been more of a struggle. I can't really explain why. I remember being told at my Mom's Helping Mom's support group (for those who have kids with ca…
So I have been told...