Lucas is turning into a bully! I don't know what to do. He is always hitting.
I've tried everything I can think of...even resorted to the *smack* we don't hit...LOL
Yeah not a ton of logic there. Yesterday he headbutted Harlie so hard I could have sworn that she would have a black eye, but luckily it faded. Some random person would say:"Harlie what happened to your eye?" Harlie:"My brother beat me up" NO Good!
HELP!?!
September 26, 2008
September 18, 2008
This week (being bloggier)
This week has been a bit busy. On the days I am not working I am tending a friends son who is the same age as Harlie which spells double trouble, throw Luke into the mix and it's a triple threat.
Work has been a bit hectic, The boss I've had for the past nine years was let go, and I have a new boss who is amazing, she's young and she has great new ideas for the store, so all in all it will be a good thing, as of right now we are in the getting everything changed to the way she wants it, so there is a lot of work to be done, and never a dull moment.
Tyson also has a new boss, and recently got promoted so he is basically one promotion away from having his own store. I am so proud of him and how devoted he is to providing for our little family.
This week we bought a 40" LCD TV so we are enjoying the update around here. Tyson is playing Xbox on it as I type this.
I missed the sign up date so Harlie won't be taking Ballet this fall, but I am looking in to some other things to keep her occupied. She's growing by leaps and bounds and really she loves to draw. Tonight she drew a flower and it looked like something Tyson or I would have drawn.
She says the funniest things and every other day she decides she's getting a cow or a horse or some other enormous animal that you could never have with an apartment (Or without at least 5 acres of property) She loves her little brother and it amazes me how protective of him she is.
Luke is gaining a vocabulary and is officially our repeat box. If there is anything you have said that you don't want repeated trust in Luke to say it. It is nice however that he has the words to convey what he needs a little better. And he has an amazing sense of humor already. He plays little jokes that he thinks are hilarious..And we can always count on him to stick a pair of pants on his head and walk around like a clown.
All in all our little family is good, and happy. And you can't complain much about that combination.
Work has been a bit hectic, The boss I've had for the past nine years was let go, and I have a new boss who is amazing, she's young and she has great new ideas for the store, so all in all it will be a good thing, as of right now we are in the getting everything changed to the way she wants it, so there is a lot of work to be done, and never a dull moment.
Tyson also has a new boss, and recently got promoted so he is basically one promotion away from having his own store. I am so proud of him and how devoted he is to providing for our little family.
This week we bought a 40" LCD TV so we are enjoying the update around here. Tyson is playing Xbox on it as I type this.
I missed the sign up date so Harlie won't be taking Ballet this fall, but I am looking in to some other things to keep her occupied. She's growing by leaps and bounds and really she loves to draw. Tonight she drew a flower and it looked like something Tyson or I would have drawn.
She says the funniest things and every other day she decides she's getting a cow or a horse or some other enormous animal that you could never have with an apartment (Or without at least 5 acres of property) She loves her little brother and it amazes me how protective of him she is.
Luke is gaining a vocabulary and is officially our repeat box. If there is anything you have said that you don't want repeated trust in Luke to say it. It is nice however that he has the words to convey what he needs a little better. And he has an amazing sense of humor already. He plays little jokes that he thinks are hilarious..And we can always count on him to stick a pair of pants on his head and walk around like a clown.
All in all our little family is good, and happy. And you can't complain much about that combination.
September 7, 2008
Labor Day Weekend
So we spent Labor day weekend with some friends in Saint George Utah, We had fun swimming and The went camping for the weekend.
It was very relaxing (well as relaxing as camping with a toddler and an almost 4 year old can be) We made s'mores, Harlie fell in love with Acorns , that she kept calling Apernuts (I think she was getting apricots and nuts mixed up) Luke just loved the dirt, and the rocks and throwing the dirt and the rocks. And even in the desert he found water to play in....Ben Brought his four wheelers, and we had alot of fun on them.
Tyson and Ben went on a long ride and even found an Arch.
We had so much fun and we were glad Ben and Elisha let us stay with them.
July 18, 2008
My Kids Could work for the D.E.A.
So today I tried to smuggle vegetables into Luke and Harlie's Mac N Cheese. Corn and Shredded up carrots to be exact, and to my dismay...They sniffed them out as soon as the bowl hit the table.
I spent the next five minutes trying to convince them to just eat it, and then 10 minutes after that sifting through the mac n cheese to get most of the veggies out.......If only kids could sniff drugs out the way they do vegetables....They could have a very promising career with the D.E.A.
I spent the next five minutes trying to convince them to just eat it, and then 10 minutes after that sifting through the mac n cheese to get most of the veggies out.......If only kids could sniff drugs out the way they do vegetables....They could have a very promising career with the D.E.A.
June 18, 2008
For mom's who feel invisible
I found this while searching for lyrics to a song, it's pretty much amazing
***************I'm invisible.*********************8
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going ... she's going ... she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:"To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
* No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."
And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want himto want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,"You're gonna love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
***************I'm invisible.*********************8
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, "Can't you see I'm on the phone?"Obviously not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more: Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this? Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, "What time is it?" I'm a satellite guide to answer, "What number is the Disney Channel?" I'm a car to order, "Right around 5:30, please."
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude -but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.
She's going ... she's going ... she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a banana clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it.
I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, "I brought you this." It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe.I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:"To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees."
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work:
* No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names.
* These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished.
* They made great sacrifices and expected no credit.
* The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man, "Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it."
And the workman replied, "Because God sees."
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, "I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree. When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, "My mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table." That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want himto want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add,"You're gonna love it there."
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
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