who cares if they are comfy or not?!

No 5 needed new shoes so we headed to Payless Shoe Source.  In less than five minutes, black Mary Janes, Hot Pink Champion tennies, and hot pink plastic thong style sandals were the three shoes we had picked out, tried on, and walked to the cash register with.

Imma be real honest:  The older girls and I sort of went gah gah over the pink plastic sandals.
"Are they comfy?" the girls wanted to know when she tried them on.
"Yes!  W....well.... they sort of are," she corrected herself.

Sold!

Today is the day in which we teach the lesson Style Before Comfort.

She has 40 years before she learns the lesson in reverse.

stoically standing at six but remembering four

She sees that she is growing taller and that her clothes from last year are too small.
She knows that she is heading to First Grade in the fall.  She's got things figured out and she doesn't care for them one bit. 
She "misses it when she was four and used to get to sleep in Mommy and Daddy's bed."  (aka King would not have the wherewithal to say no when she would get up in the middle of the night)  She has been needing hugs a lot more frequently.  We snuggle a lot these days.


She is mourning her toddlerhood.

I am a diligent mother and am standing right beside her, keeping her company. 



Mommy and a Yellow Butterfly

Hello Kitty

After all, one day we will be standing at eighteen and remembering six.

first official entry

It happens so frequently, that I suppose I need to start keeping a log of them all.  Such depth of thought.  Pure.  One day, say, if he becomes a priest, he may want to expand upon the depth and meaning of the snippets he whispers in my ear. 

You know the one.
My butterfly.

"I need to whisper something in your ear," he said to me at the minor league baseball game this evening.
I leaned close, just in case it was something embarrassing like those beans from dinner gave me gas or the lady behind us has weird ears.

"There are no perfect circles," my savant child began, "only God's love."

I looked at him.  Knowing that I must begin His Log tonight.

"You get it?"  he wanted to know.  "Only God's love is the perfect circle."

I smiled a Mona Lisa sort of smile and said, "yep, I get it." 

Log Entry 1

happy fathers' day

Never is he not missed.

 

 

 

But some days it stings more than others.

a snippet of inside

We all have our crosses to bear. One of mine is my weight. "Simple to remedy," folks will say (judge). I try. I fail. Over and over from the time I was about 10. In shape.. out of shape... back into shape... back out of shape. I've grown weary from it all.
I often look at folks who are thin and can look good in whatever clothes they put on. They look so carefree. I envy a slim figure with a tank style tee and billowing linen pants. "God surely has favorites," I quip.
But my true heart knows and wonders what cross(es) must they bear? I suppose despite the fact that it is not something as conspicuous as mine, it must still be equally as painful. Their own private hell.
I guess it is summed up best in the meme I've seen going around many times... be nice to people, you never know what they are going through.
Anyhoodle, let's hold each other in prayer for strength - not only in carrying the obvious crosses, but for those we suffer in the most private chambers of our hearts

update: kefir

Remember when the baby would spit up on your shoulder?  I think that was kefir.

Upside: the little kids (sugar monsters) love it with honey (of course, we didn't think they'd drink it plain, did we?).   Course, it probably negates any beneficial element to add it, even though it is a natural sweetener. 

kefir

I just made kefir for the first time.  Should be ripe in 48 hours.  If I live, I will report on how it turned out. 

If you don't know what kefir is, it is sort of like plain yogurt, 'cept you drink it.  (Two weeks ago, if you were to ask me what kefir was, I would have said, "It's what we call my cousin, the second born son of my father's brother."  His name is actually Keith.)

I combined and warmed Half and Half (note the extremely cute, vintage-styled milk bottle it comes in) and organic whole milk (pasteurized, but not ultra-pasteurized) with the kefir starter grains and am now storing it at room temp in the microwave for the first 24 hours.  Then I am supposed to strain it and let it sit another day. 

Adventures in home chemistry.  Wheee!