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Christmas Cards Redux

I’m just guessing at what redux means. I’m thinking it means to do over and change. I’ve seen it used that way. If that’s not what it means, then I’m an idiot, and we’ll just move on from there. I realized there was more to say about the cards at Shutterfly, so I’m editing this post to say more.

Last year, due to all of the things going on in my family, I didn’t send cards. It was just too much to think about.

I just ran across this offer on a friend’s blog, and I think it’s just too good to pass up. Shutterfly is offering 50 FREE cards to bloggers, so click here if you want to take advantage.

I love Shutterfly’s deals. I get emails from them all the time and you just can’t beat the price for the quality. I’ve used them every time I’ve sent Christmas cards, and they are always beautiful. This year, however, I can’t wait to pick out my cards. They are the prettiest ones I’ve seen. They have simple styles, ornate, classic, trendy, whatever you want. The website is so easy to use, and I have always had a good experience. You can check out the Christmas photo cards here

Now…I just have to get that picture taken. You know, the one where everyone is smiling and looking calm and happy?

Hmmmm…we’ve got happy going on…but calm may be wishful thinking. I’m wanting a simple card this year, with all five of us on it. When I’ve sent cards, it’s always been just the kids, but I would love to send one with all of us, so when people look on their refrigerator (where all Christmas cards go), they’ll see my smiling face and then all my kids and think, “She needs prayer.”

I’m thinking I might do a calendar for someone this year. I mean, who wouldn’t want to see our smiling faces each month? I think that’s a great gift for the “hard to shop for” crowd. This would be my submission for Mr. April:


Or this, our potential Miss July:

That is calendar material right there, people.

So go to Shutterfly and enjoy looking around. I promise, the hardest part will be finding the outfit you want to wear for the picture!


November 22, 2010 at 2:26 pm Leave a comment

Marvelous Molly

Yesterday she turned six years old.

Normally, that would be hard for me to believe. However, since it’s Molly, I’m kind of in agreement with her getting older. Since the minute she came into the world, she has been the most observant, watchful, inquisitive little person. Nothing gets past her. I think she’s remarkable. But I’m her mama.

She asks questions that I don’t want to answer. She reads things that are not her business (my Christmas list, emails, blogs, etc.). She listens to every word I say on the phone or to Michael and wants to know everything that’s going on.

Luckily, we keep it clean around here.

So it’s not a big deal to me that she’s six. She’s been keeping up with her brother since she was barely walking, and I’m sure that will continue until they both grow up.

What is a big deal to me is how well she handles being her age. She’s six, but she is no more interested in growing up and doing “teenager-y” things. I have to ask her to watch Hannah Montana, she really care about it much at all. Most girls her age are over the moon with rock stars and kid celebrities. She has no idea. She really, really likes to create. She spends much of her day drawing or cutting and glueing. She loves to read and do math problems. She wants to help me cook every day. If she watches a tv show, it’s usually something she and Aidan watch together, like old episodes of Inspector Gadget, or The Munsters. She doesn’t get into dolls or Barbies, with the exception of her American Girl, Samantha. It was a gift from a precious friend of ours, and she is very attached to it.

So even though she CAN be advanced way beyond her years, she doesn’t try to be. It’s fun to be her mama, because she is just who she is. She isn’t affected by others at this point in life. She never really talks about friends, because her family is most important to her. I know there will be girl drama in the future, but it’s not in our life right now, and I’m relishing the peace.

I’m so proud of her. I’m proud of how God is becoming very real to her. I’m so proud of how she is unafraid to talk about him. I’m proud of her compassion and willingness to help others (except when it comes to cleaning her room).

She’s my special girl, and I consider her one of my greatest gifts. She is very different than I am, and I have to figure her out at times, but I wouldn’t want her to be any other way.

I love her so much. From her hair (which I adore) to her freckles (precious) to her long limbs and flat feet (sorry, kiddo, you got those from me), she’s everything I could want in a daughter. I look forward to the rest of our life together.

Happy Birthday, Wally (my name for her). You’re an angel, and God’s gonna do big stuff with you. Please let him handle everything. You’re smart, but he’s smarter, and his plan is awesome.

We love you, and we’re always here for you.
Mommy and Daddy

November 20, 2010 at 5:14 am Leave a comment

My Dude

He will be thirty seven tomorrow.

I can’t believe it. I met him when he was eighteen. Oh, I had such a crush. I loved the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

I still love it.

I just finished baking his birthday cake, and making the icing. His favorite cake is yellow cake with chocolate icing. We usually use the icing from the tub, but I did the “from scratch” method tonight. He probably won’t like it as much, but seriously, who can compete with Betty Crocker?

He’s in the living room, watching a documentary on…get this…what happens to the body when you die. Like, the moment your life ends.

I think it’s ironic, on this birthday eve.

He says it’s a brain escape from the week he’s had. His week has been awful, but seriously, a documentary on death? How is that an escape?

To each his own. At least it’s not football.

I love my dude for so many reasons. I could list thirty seven, but I won’t. (I hear your sigh of relief.)

For now, I’ll just say that I’m glad he was born. He makes my life brighter. He makes me smile a lot. He hugs me better than anyone. He is the father of the three most wonderful kids that I’ve ever known, and he loves them selflessly.

His motives toward me are always good. He never, ever intentionally hurts me or tries to do or say mean things to me or the kids. My feelings can get hurt, but he never tries to hurt them. He loves me as Christ loves his church and he gives himself up for me, just like Jesus did. Michael takes that scripture seriously, and lives in such a way that glorifies God in our family.

Michael knows that without Jesus, he’d be nothing. His walk with God is his lifeblood, his energy. God’s word is hidden in his heart, and he studies it every minute that he can.

He hasn’t had a lot of free minutes lately, his job has been fierce. I know he does it for us, though, because he believes I need to be here with the kids. I pray every day that God will lead him to his calling, wherever and whatever that is. But for now, he works hard, and honors God with his words, his ethics, and his actions. I’m so proud to be his wife.

I have loved him for over half of my life. When I met him, I was amazed that he would even be my friend (I was just not that cool). Then when we started to date, I was overwhelmed that he thought I was pretty. Now, after eleven years of marriage and a lot of life lived together, I’m honored that he chose me and still chooses me today.

Happy Birthday, Michael. You are the most wonderful person I know. God gave me a gift second only to salvation and eternal life when he gave me you. I love you and will love you as long as I am breathing. (And now you know what happens when I stop breathing. That’s almost cool.)

Michael just walked in the room. I have to wrap it up. Apparently, he wants to tell me what he learned about death. Our marriage is nothing if not educational.

So here’s to the next thirty seven years, and all of the adventures God has for us. I look forward to following him together!

November 14, 2010 at 4:57 am 1 comment


The mouse has never been seen again. I think I terrified him.

There is a funky smell emanating from the wall, and that could be him, and I’m okay with that.

Changing gears…

Wednesdays are becoming the most stressful day of the week for me. First of all, the girls and I load up and leave around 1:45 on Wednesday to pick up Aidan from school, and don’t come home until around 8:00 pm. It’s a long afternoon. We drive the half hour to his school, sit in line, then once he joins our party in the minivan, we have to think of something to do for an hour and a half before his piano lesson.

So far, we’ve hit up the library, Target, my mom and dad’s house, Kroger, CVS, the mall, Barnes and Noble…and we’re running out of options.

Today, however, we had a little bit of action. Aidan got in the van and immediately grabbed the Learning Express Toys catalog from the front seat. As he was moving to his place on the third row, Paisley asked if she could see the catalog. He said no, but he said it really harshly.

Homegirl didn’t respond well.

She threw the helicopter she was holding (from a Wendy’s kids’ meal) and it popped Molly in the eyelid.


The skin on the eyelid is very tender, and it split instantly and blood was everywhere. Molly put her hand to her face and when she saw the blood on her hand…


The screams were fierce, ya’ll.

Paisley and Aidan immediately began apologizing, and tried to out-apologize each other. “Mama! I’m so sorry I threw that toy!” “Mama! I’m so sorry I made Paisley mad! I made her do it, Mama! It’s my fault!” “No it isn’t, Aidan! It’s my fault! I’ll never throw a toy again, everrrrrr!”

When you mix those screams in with the crying, it makes for a DEEELIGHTFUL afternoon!

So, we headed to the pediatrician, because I’m the queen of self-doubt. I think the hardest thing about being a parent is wondering if you’ve done too much or too little. The cut in her eyelid was open, so it needed to be held together, but I wasn’t sure if she needed a stitch or not. So everyone was freaked out when I pulled into the doctor’s office.

Long story short (too late), she got a little bit of Steri-strip tape to hold it together and she left smiling. All three kids got suckers, and I got to pay a co-pay, which doesn’t make sense because I’m the one who will suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

Then we headed to piano lessons. Aidan goes in and plays his heart out (he’s doing really well) and the girls and I sit on the benches in the front yard and play games for half an hour. This works fine, until Paisley has to go to the bathroom. She does this every week. So far, the piano teacher hasn’t kicked us out, but I feel it’s coming.

Then we go to church, where I maneuver through the supper line and buy meals for kids who don’t eat them, and just get ice cream. Then they go to their class and I go to choir, but would rather curl up in a chair and sleep for fourteen hours. Then I wrangle them to the van and we head home.

Wednesdays are LONG, y’all. Oh, and the kicker to the whole bloody eyelid story? We were on our way to the mall. I lost out on a pair of brown printed tights (my shopping goal for the week) because my three year old couldn’t control her pitching arm.

So…in the words of Miss Scarlett, “Tomorrow is another day.”

November 4, 2010 at 3:51 am 1 comment

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