Last night we had pasta for dinner….Molly kept saying, “Can I have some more possum, please?” It was very funny.
Today was a GREAT day. First of all, my cleaning lady, Mrs. Lee, was scheduled to come clean my house. What a blessing. I have enjoyed her services so much. Secondly, the kids and I were planning to get out of the house for a few hours, which is usually nice. Today they were all so well-behaved and sweet.
We started out by driving by our new house site. Not much was going on, but it was nice to go out there and take a look. Next, we drove to the local GOODWILL. I had to find something to wear to our Sunday School Class Christmas party…the theme is “Christmas Past” and tacky dress is suggested. I found a sweater for me from 1992 that has a huge Christmas tree on it with teddy bears and gifts. It must weigh ten pounds. I found Josh a red shirt that looks like a retiree’s shirt, a yellow polyester pair of pants, and a nice pair of white shoes. Oh my goodness. I asked the girls what they thought and Molly said, “Is Daddy gonna wear those LELLOW pants?” I am not sure he will, but that is the intent. Pictures will come soon if he follows through! The girls found a toy in Goodwill that they really wanted…a talking and moving Simba tiger for $2.00. It is very close to Christmas, but I gave in. They were very appreciative and shared the tiger so well in the car.
Next, we went to Waffle House for lunch. I am SO TIRED of Wendy’s hamburgers and fries, so I thought we would try Waffle House. The kids loved it as well. They ate eggs, hashbrowns and waffles, of course.
There is a busy road by the WH sign, so I didn’t dare let Mack stand there for a picture. He’d much rather be sitting in the “golf cart” driving.
Our next stop was Hobby Lobby (writing this is making me impressed with myself…this is a lot with THREE kiddos!!). At Hobby Lobby I just needed some wrapping paper and a few decorative ornaments for my gifts. As we were leaving, there was a lady standing at the checkout stands. She had something wrong with her eye and was carrying a cane and just looked different than most of the people we are around. Well, the girls were totally staring….bodies turned and eyes glued on her. I said, under my breath, “Ruby, Molly, look at ME.” They wouldn’t turn around. I pinched Ruby’s shoulder, trying to get her to stop staring, but it didn’t even work. Then, Molly says TO THE LADY, “What’s wrong with your eye?” OH MY WORD! Did that just happen? Oh no!!!! I look at the lady with an “I am so sorry she just asked that” face and then whispered crisply into Molly’s ear, “Do not ask her that.” But the lady looked at me and said, “Don’t worry about it…they’re just curious. Kids are just curious.” Then, she looked at Molly and said, “I had an accident, baby.” Then, the lady said that she was needing to get some prescriptions filled and then she started crying. (I think the manager of HobbyLobby was trying to get her some help, but I am not sure he could…they are a Christian company, so that may be why she was stopping in there for help…not sure) Anyway, I gave Ruby some money and told her to go give it to the lady. She did, and the lady cried and said, “God Bless you and Merry Christmas.” It was sad, but I am glad we were able to give her some money. I don’t know what she will use it for, but that is ok. I knew I was supposed to do something. Molly continued to stick her foot in her mouth by asking rather loudly, “Why did we give that boy some money?” I whispered, “That is a lady, Molly.” She wanted to argue about it, but I quickly ushered them out of the store.
Ruby asked me why we gave that lady money, so I was able to explain to her that the only reason we would want to give anything is because Jesus gave Himself for us, which by the way, is their Cubbies verse that we had been working on all morning, “Christ also has loved us, and he gave Himself for us…” Epheshians 5:2 I tied it all together and it was a beautiful moment…a beautiful moment that got interrupted by Molly. “That wasn’t a woman. That was a man.” She kept pressing the point, and I kept trying to explain to her that she was a lady….then, it finally came out. “BUT MAMA, she had a candy cane like Papa Mac does, so that he won’t fall!!!” She must have thought that just because the lady had a walking cane, she was a man since the only person she has seen with a walking stick is Papa Mac, who is a man. I explained that even some women use “candy canes” to help them not fall down.
And another giving moment….we stopped at the Salvation Army pot outside of Hobby Lobby to put in some money. The girls were asking why we were doing it, and I was, AGAIN, able to explain why….telling them how we have so much and some people don’t have anything, etc, etc and all about how Jesus gave Himself for us, which is the only reason we would want to give to others, etc, etc….we started walking to the car and a lady walking by said strongly, “Good job, Mom” and she smiled at me as she walked by. It was just nice to get that little encouragement from someone…I assume another mom with grown kids…a mom who knows it isn’t easy to take the time to teach your kids about giving and why we give. I definitely appreciated it.
We walked in to a clean house that smelled WONDERFUL. What a great day. Now I am off to wrap some gifts to put under the tree…..all in hopes that Mack just won’t notice them….yeah, right.
Our family went to get our live tree last night at Berry Patch Farms. It was SO COLD. I didn’t realize just how cold it was, therefore we weren’t exactly dressed appropriately. (The other family riding with us had on their perfect winter coats with matching gloves, ear muffs, etc…oh well.) We rode on a trailer and a tractor pulled us to the tree farm. Molly snuggled up with Josh and said, “Daddy, even my eyes are cold.” Now that is cold. Last year Molly did not like all the noise from the tractor and cried just about the whole time we were on our tree adventure. This year, she said, “I AM NOT SCARED, DADDY!!! I LIKE THE TRACTOR.” We were glad she enjoyed herself so much. Mack loved the tractor and wanted to be ON the tractor instead of riding behind it. As we were riding, Molly saw the house that you can go in to get hot chocolate or warm up by a fire. She remembered everything from last year…”remember the fire and the dog that was asleep?” It is scary how much she remembers.
The night was fun…we got home, ate chili and rice, then started decorating the tree. I bought these red and white candy-looking things to stick in the tree. Ruby called them “lollies.” Mack tried to eat them. It was Molly’s turn to put the angel on the tree. She had been very excited about it until the actual time came to put on the angel. She screamed with fear, so Josh ended up putting the angel on top of the tree. The whole time we were trying to decorate the tree, Mack was into EVERYTHING. I mean, he would not be still. We ended up trapping him in his highchair so that we could get something done. We made cookies and listened to Christmas music…and overall just had a great evening getting our house ready for Christmas.
THEN CAME THE MORNING….I was prepared to train Mack not to touch the tree. I was going to show it to him and tell him not to touch. I pinched his chubby hand when he touched anyway…we did this several times and then he walked away to play. He played great and didn’t touch the tree. I left the room and then checked in on him, and he didn’t touch the tree. What a good boy!!!! Then, I was in the office on the phone waiting to talk to someone from our new mortgage company. I was on hold, so I decided to start cleaning up the desk. Then, after about 10 minutes, someone answered only to tell me that they could tell me nothing because I am not Josh. Lovely…then, two seconds later I hear a CRASH. It sounded horrible. I went into the living room to see my newly decorated tree flat on the floor. Mack was just standing there with one of my “lollies” in his hand. No tears, no fear, no “uh-oh” look on his face…just standing there as if nothing had happened!!! I sent everyone out of the room so that I wouldn’t throw a certain someone out the window, and I tried to stand the tree up. It wouldn’t balance at first, so after much struggle, I got the stupid tree up. It didn’t look quite as fresh and cute as it had the night before. We never had to worry about Ruby or Molly pulling our tree down to the ground….boys are so different and so destructive. I got the girls a stick-on-the-window manger scene…the kind that sticks on and pulls off over and over…well, when Mack gets ahold of any piece of it, he balls it up in his fist. Goodness gracious.
I hope we survive the holidays without our tree being pulled down again. That would be real nice.
We got back from Albany Saturday afternoon…we had a great time, and I plan to upload pictures and tell all about our visit when I have more time. Right now I just want to tell a quick story.
This morning was a little rough because we are all just a bit tired from traveling and stuff, but we got up early to go to church. Josh always gets up first on Sundays to spend time alone downstairs as he finishes preparing for Sunday School. We had a few minutes this morning before we had to leave, so Josh sat down in a chair and closed his eyes for a second (EXTREMELY RARE). Ruby walked over and said, “DADDY, you can’t go to sleep! You have to teach Sunday School.” It was so funny.
Josh actually tied it in beautifully in his Sunday School lesson. He shared how Ruby already is well aware of his role as a Sunday School teacher. As she grows up she will be even more aware of what that means…that her daddy is responsible for teaching the Word of God. It is so important that Josh live out The Word in our home, in private, where no one else sees but us. He is our leader. The kids are watching him, and they desperately need to see the Truth lived out by our actions and not just taught with our words. I feel confident that Josh will do just that, and I am so proud of him as my husband, our children’s daddy, as a Sunday School teacher, a son, a brother, a friend….He is a good man. I am glad he is getting a nap right now. He lives out The Word much better when he gets his Sunday afternoon nap! Ha.
I opted out of a nap today and got a Starbuck’s coffee instead, then went to Wal-Mart. I roamed, and I loved it. I got Molly a doll with a blowdryer and lots of hair thingys, a stroller and a medical kit. I got Mack a rug with a road on it so he can roll some trucks and cars on it. I also got a John Deere tin that will be great for holding all the cars and trucks. Ruby got a set of glamour dress-up clothes with a microphone and other accessories. She’ll love that. I was able to find a few stocking stuffers as well. I picked up some new ornaments, too! I cannot wait to get our tree…hopefully we can do that tomorrow evening. I LOVE THIS TIME OF THE YEAR!!!!!!!
My children have been especially silly today. I tried to get them to stop giggling at each other over every single thing by asking them what they were thankful for…Ruby said, “I am thankful for my clothes–even my panties.” And both girls burst into laughter. Mack joined in, though he had no idea what he was laughing at…actually, I think he thought they were laughing at him. Anyway, that story reminded me of another inappropriate one that occurred the other day in the car.
For the most part, I try to ignore the little ways they try to shock me with words like “toot” or “poopy” or “hiney.” Well, on this particular day, I was tired of hearing it and so I turned off the radio and said in a most serious voice, “What is so funny about saying hiney?” Pause….silence from the back of the suburban….”Seriously, Ruby, Molly…tell me right now why it is so funny to say hiney. Tell me, Ruby. Tell me, Molly. Tell me now!” Silence from the back of the suburban, and then Molly shoots her eyes over to Ruby and says, “You tell her” as if there was a perfectly logical reason that she didn’t feel comfortable saying to me. Ruby just shook her head no. They never gave an answer. I tried.
Well, today we painted a little manger scene–Mary, Joseph and baby Jesus. Ruby wanted to paint Mary, Molly said, “I want Joseph because I am Joseph”….whatever that means. I didn’t quite trust Mack with a ceramic figurine, so I painted baby Jesus while he watched me. The whole time he sat in his highchair sucking his thumb. He did get into some painting fun and the paint mixed in with the snot running from his nose…lovely. Ruby insisted that Mary be painted pink and black…it really didn’t seem right to me at all, but I let her go for it. While I was watching Ruby and wishing she wouldn’t use pink and black on Mary, Molly was enjoying painting every bit of Joseph yellow. I went back over his hair and beard with brown…I just couldn’t stop myself. Here are some of the pictures:
The picture of the coffee is just a funny reminder to me that every time I went to this cup of peppermint coffee, it was cold. Every time. I did try to enjoy it, but it seemed impossible, and that is ok. I had fun with the kids. They even slept with me last night while Josh was gone. Molly is the one who always gets out of her bed at least seven times an evening and shows up early to ask if she can sleep with me. Well, I thought she would be ecstatic on sleeping in bed with me, but she was just mad because Ruby was in the middle. I did NOT want Molly next to me because she cannot be still and she slobbers horribly. That is why I put her on Josh’s side! HA! Anyway, she got up this morning, walked around to my side and asked, in the same sweet voice I hear each morning, “Mama, can I sleep with you?” I don’t know where she thought she was all night, but I scooted over and let her in right beside me…stinky slobber and all.
This evening the kids were playing a little too rough on the furniture, so I politely and calmly asked them several times to play on this one certain piece of furniture…after much disobedience, I got a little loud and let them know that if they didn’t cool it and obey me, then I would take the stool away totally and they would have to sit down. They looked at each other and started laughing…boy that ticks me off!!! These little people that I take care of each and every day and night are laughing AT ME. Ruby looked at me and got serious and said, “We are just laughing at each other.” Yeah, right.
I wish we encouraged the idea of Santa so that I could use it at times like this—“SANTA IS WATCHING YOU…YOU KNOW ABOUT HIS LIST, DON’T YOU? BOYS AND GIRLS WHO LAUGH AT THEIR MAMA DON’T GET A BRAND NEW BIKE!!!!” It would work so beautifully…..oh well.