Cute Kids

So the Kids were in the Bath a couple of days ago. Sammie has this little foam Princess crown and Nate is wearing it, Sammie is swinging her little Bath magic wand and saying bippity boppity boop and then holds up a little mirror and exclaims.." Look Nate now your a princess" It was Cute.

Roles

The longer Fred and I are married the more I realize how much we depend on one another. There are tasks that we completely depend on the other one to do. I was reminded of this the other night when we were trying to figure out a new game. Fred is the Instruction reader. I tried I got bored and handed it to Fred. I could read the instructions and I am confident I could actually figure out how to play, However I don't want cause I know Fred will. Even if I read them and tried to explain the game to him, he would still read the directions. Same with any type of home repair. I could change a light bulb but instead I wait for Fred, cause I know he will want to ensure it was done right. I used to Change my own oil- Now I let Fred. Painting, Construction, squeaky doors, tires that need inflating, toy putting together, All Fred.

I on the reverse side make sure the bills are paid, Make appts, make our social plans,arrange childcare when needed, meal plan, make sure we all have proper attire. I even had to set aside a time to make Fred go Shoe shopping. I am sure Fred could do these things but he would much rather leave it to me.

We are so used to the roles we play, that when we step out things get a little Chaotic. A couple weeks ago Fred took a call from a place returning my call to get our couches serviced. He set a appt and wrote it on a torn off piece of paper and put it with all my other paperwork. He briefly told me about it and I forgot. On Tuesdays I generally take one of Sammies Friends to and from preschool so I try not to book anything then. But I find out today Tuesday that the Fix it guy is coming exactly when I should be on Preschool run. I am confident this would not have happened if I had made the appt. I would have marked my calender or wrote it on the board on the fridge.

A couple of weeks ago I attempted to get out the spot bot and clean a coffee stain. I used it, and cleaned it and put it away. Somehow a rubber piece fell in the disposal and Fred discovered it later on. It has been Driving him nuts- he is sure I didn't clean it properly and if he was not so busy on the reno I am sure he would have taken it out and cleaned it.

Unloved

I have my ipod on Shuffle in my van nearly all the time. So I hear a lot of older songs that I have heard a ton times. Occasionally the lyrics to a particular song catch my ear. This time it was Unloved by Micheal w Smith.

I have been unfaithful
I have been unworthy
I have been unrighteous
And I have been unmerciful

I have been unreachable
I have been unteachable
I have been unwilling
And I've been undesirable

And sometimes I have been unwise
I've been undone by what I'm unsure of
But because of you
And all that you went through
I know that I have never been unloved

I have been unbroken
I have been unmended
I have been uneasy
And I've been unapprochable

I've been unemotional
I've been unexceptional
I've been undecided
And I have been unqualified

Unaware - I have been unfair
I've been unfit for blessings from above
But even I can see
The sacrifice You made for me
To show that I have never been unloved

Unaware - I have been unfair
I've been unfit for blessings from above
But even I can see
The sacrifice You made for me
To show that I have never been unloved

It's because of you
And all that you went through
I know that I have never been unloved

You can Listen to it Here

The Best Care Group.

So we were asked to speak at Church and tell people what our care group is all about. So we talked for about a minute saying what kind of studies we have done and stuff and then we played this video. The writing clips are the answers that each group member came up with to the Question "What does being in a care group mean to you?"






After viewing the video I ended by reading another response from a former member of our group. Here is what it said.

being in a care group meant so many things to me. It meant having a fun place to see friends (with snacks!) every week. It meant having a safe place to talk about life and faith whenever i needed. it meant having people to sit with at church and church events (potluck lunches!). it created an oasis of love and peace and laughter in the middle of my week. it created an oasis of love and peace and laughter in my life - which, at the time, very much felt like a desert. christopher and i have never experienced anything like it, and we're hard pressed to find it again. it was just a once in a lifetime thing, and i can't tell you how it strengthened my faith and gave me hope, to face the next morning, the next week, even a move to winnipeg. being in a care group transformed church from a place i went, to an activity i participated in. i know for a fact i received much more than i ever gave. care group extended far beyond the room we met in. it kept a smile on my face through some very sad days. i love you all so very much, and my gratitude is endless. i know i know, so why did we go??? i absolutely declare you all were one of the hardest parts of leaving, and we miss you more than words.

Life Lessons from my 3 yr old

Samantha has recently become intrigued with the idea of winning. I tell her to get dressed and when she is done she says " Mama I winned" At meal times when she finishes she says "I winned" and when Nathan finishes "Mama Nathan winned too" We've been kind of laughing at this, but have been thinking maybe we should correct her. The other day the kids were racing and Sammie got to the destination first "I win Mama I win" then she continued to Cheer for Nate "Come on Bro you can win too" When Nate reached the destination she yelled "You did it Nate! You wined too" Besides the bad grammar I think I can learn lessons from her. It sounds cheesy but to win is to Finnish - Samantha gets it. And I love how she at this young age already knows how to support and cheer for her brother. To celebrate his successes also. I pray this is something she will continue throughout her life.

Common Terms and Phrases Part Two

I did a similar post a couple of years back and always meant to do another..

Close But No Cigar
There was a time in history where the carnival was the center of entertainment. Games in particular gave out prizes to shooting marksmen or those with a keen eye. Cigars were often given as the prize. If a man (or woman) made a clean shot that came close to the target, but not exactly on target, they were praised for being close – but not actually getting the cigar.

One Red Cent
In 1852 pennies were made of a copper-nickel alloy that changed color through the passing of hands. Furthermore, the front was stamped with an Indian in headdress. We all know that the slang term for Indians was redskins. Between the slang and the worn color of the penny, they became known as red cents.

RULE OF THUMB
An old English law declared that a man could not beat his wife with a stick any larger than the diameter of his thumb.

Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented. It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...and thus the word GOLF entered into the English language.

"goodnight, sleep tight."
In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the mattress tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on.

GETTING THE SHORT END OF THE STICK
Candles were expensive to make, so often reeds were dipped in tallow and burned instead. When visitors came, it was the custom for guests to make their exit by the time the lights went out. Therefore, if your host didn't want you to stay very long, he would give you a "short stick."

MIND YOUR OWN BEESWAX This came from the days when smallpox was a regular disfigurement. Fine ladies would fill in the pocks with beeswax. However when the weather was very warm the wax might melt. But it was not the thing to do for one lady to tell another that her makeup needed attention. Hence the sharp rebuke to "mind your own beeswax!"

HONEYMOON It was the accepted practice in Babylonia 4,000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calendar was lunar based, this period was called the "honey month" or what we know today as the "honeymoon".

Fun Video

So a while back we took the kids to Madagascar 2 and it had a video that I thought was so funny. I just found it on you tube. Watch it here