Tuesday, February 28, 2017
E: "Mom, tell me about the conversation you and Dad had when you told each other your middle names."
E: "You know, like, how long had you known him? Did you tell each other right away? What else were you discussing in that talk?"
M: "Ummm... I don't remember?"
E: "WHAT?! How can you NOT REMEMBER something like that?"
M: "Well, Honey, I mean, we do know each other's middle names... I'm just not sure when or how it happened. It's not that important."
E: "NOT IMPORTANT?! I can't BELIEVE you! Don't you even LOVE each other?!"
Where did I go wrong?
Monday, February 27, 2017
Saturday, February 25, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
This was opening night for the SOAR Academy production of "The Lion King Jr." What fun! The kids loved being on stage with their cousins and performing for so many sweet family members and friends. I cannot wait to see what the rest of the weekend brings. You can see it, too... get tickets here: www.soararts.com.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
Tuesday, February 14, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
I went to the bathroom and saw a girl that can make a new phone case you want a relationship is the only thing that would make it so I don't think that I have no idea what I'm saying that it was the best of the day before I get my nails.
I am hiding in the bathroom android phone and it was the best of the year and I don't think that I have a great way of life and the best thing to say I have a great way of the year and I don't think that the best thing to say I have to go back and I don't know how much you love it?
I went to a play and saw a girl that can make a new phone case you want me too I guess I'll be in a while ago but the fact I can get it right away with the new version is better to be the first half of the day before I get a follow back on my way home from work to be the first half of the day before I get a follow back on my way home
Lion king notes
Lioness hunt was good
Sing to the a
My dad went on a trip and brought me a favor for the next few weeks of school tomorrow and I'm still not sure what I was a great way of the year and I don't think that I have a great way of life and the first half of the year and I don't think that I have a great way of life
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Be less sloppy and a half hour to get the chance to get my hair done and I don't have to go out and about a year earlier and I don't have to go out and about a year earlier and I have no idea how I feel so got
My present for Christmas was in my room for a long way in which a great way to go back in a row in my room for a long way in which a great way to the game with the first place I don't think it's funny because the only way you want a boyfriend is so good I have no clue who I was in my head
Sunday, February 12, 2017
The coach called a timeout and circled the wagons. They had a plan and a play for the final seconds, and it nearly worked, but not quite. The opposing team won by one point, though I cannot imagine it was a win about which anyone felt good. The buzzer sounded, and the boy ran to his coach-father, buried his head in his dad's chest, and sobbed. Many of the boys cried. They are still little boys, after all, and it was such an easy mistake, such a tough loss. But, they pulled themselves together and lined up to congratulate the other team.
Our team retreated to a far corner of the tournament area. I don't know what Daddy Coach said to his boy, to all the boys, but they seemed to recover and even rally. During a bit of down time before the next matchup, Ben ran around with his baller friends. They just once approached us mommies and simply asked, "Could you believe when that happened? He felt SO BAD, and we all felt bad for him." We mommies agreed, and the boys, steadfast and accepting, hopped off.
That same team, with that same boy playing and that same dad coaching, went on to handily win their next game, along with the third and final of the day. I couldn't help reflect back on and soak up game one's fatherly image and see within a powerful Fatherly image.
How often do I err? Does it take me a while to figure out I screwed up? Do I then stand in stunned disbelief? How fast do I run, seeking consolation and forgiveness? Do the people around me grimly accept my mistake, though it's clear they were wronged by it? Does God wrap me in arms of love, never excusing, but always accepting, soothing, readying me for change, wiping clean the slate? And then it is forgotten... over... gone... I am renewed. Victory is mine.
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Monday, February 6, 2017
Saturday, February 4, 2017
"I got to play point guard again, right at the end of the game, so, we crushed 'em."
"Well, I just figured out that I have an addiction to Cuties (clementines, the fruit.)"
"How many did you eat?"
"I think about six."
"Hmmm... I guess you'll see how that comes out."
"I didn't exactly get asked on a date-- he just said, 'I think we should be more than friends.'"
"What did you say?"
"Well, I asked him, 'You mean, like, frenemies?' But he said, 'No, like boyfriend-girlfriend.' So, I said, 'Um, NO. I am really sorry but that is not happening.'"
Thursday, February 2, 2017
My kids already knew-- and knew well-- going into this week that they were on their own. I have no creativity, no extra time or cash, and no desire to win that coveted Best Mom Ever award by losing sleep and brain cells trying to make amazing theme outfits. For Hero Day, one wore a Denver Broncos cap and put black smudges under his eyes to become Peyton Manning; the other wore exercise clothes and a cap with the gym logo transforming herself into her hero Daddy.
So, we came to today: Decade Day. No greaser jackets or poodle skirts magically jumped out of the dress-up box. Madeline informed me she was going as a "'90s girl." She dug out every article of clothing she owned in either an animal print or the color neon pink, and then asked me to put her hair in a high, side pony. (Well, first she was a bit disappointed that I didn't have a wig for her after I repeatedly used the phrase "big hair," but she got over it.)
Benjamin first seemed to me less clear in his direction, but, boy, was I wrong. The boy told me he planned to take literally Decade Day. He was going to school exactly as Ben would have been 10 years ago. What's not to love about that kid?!