For Today February 1, 2010
Outside my window...
Green... firs, cedars, hemlocks, moss, and very soggy grass
Brown... dirt, flower beds, and trees which look dead, but are only sleeping... for a little while longer
Gray... the sky, and the lake reflecting the sky.
I am thinking... God is able. The God who is able to save, completely, (Heb. 7:25), is able to do more than we can ask or imagine, (Eph. 3:20-21), and is able to meet all our needs (Phil. 4:19). So I can trust Him to meet our family's needs. (Deep breath... deep breath, again.)
I am thankful for... It looks like Kerry will be working on a remodel of a house in our neighborhood, which will help, and may also be working with the 2010 Census.
I am praying for... more work. Because I am, truly, thankful for those couple of leads Kerry has gotten, but they're both short-term.
I am wearing... leiderhosen. No? Just checking to see if anyone is paying attention.
I am creating... clean from dirty, filed from piled, calm from crazy, and order from chaos.
I am hoping... well, the boys are hoping for snow. We've had such a mild January that trees are trying to bud. What gives?
I am hearing... the sound of hands pawing through tubs of Legos, voices verging on bossy, and how can such cute little feet be so noisy?
I am remembering... having lunch with my grampa. In his 90's he still lived in his own (little!) home, near us, making bird houses in his garage just for something to do. I don't think I've ever met a more easy-going, even-tempered man. He must've gotten bored, but he never complained. One day we went out for Chinese food and his fortune cookie had this message:
If nothing is pressing, putter around at this or that.
Yeah. Which is exactly what he did. Every day.
From the learning rooms... decided we needed another week on the Revolution and the Constitution, Gunnar is finishing his 2nd grade math (!), making lime water (to check for the presence of carbon dioxide), studying Greek/Latin word roots, and trying to grow spruce trees from seeds.
Around the house... still have all my snowflake/winter decorations out, but winter hasn't come. Yet.
On my mind... I have read that Patrick Henry, the hot-tempered patriot, enjoyed the sound of rain so much, that he had a special room with a low ceiling built onto the east side of his house, so he could sleep there... listening to the rain.
Noticing that... where I live, there's a strange phenomenon about street names. If you're in town, the streets just have their normal names, but where they run out into The County (which is, you know, out of town), all the street names start with "The". Your address might be 1234 Dewey, but if someone asks where you live you'd say, "On The Dewey Road." Or The Pole Road. Or The Axton Road. I don't know why.
Pondering these words... the boys have pretty good vocabularies and they like big words. Tate occasionally mixes words that are similar sounding, probably related to his hearing loss. Lately it's been peculiar for particular. As in, "Well, Mom, it's not my peculiar favorite." Alrighty, then.
One of my favorite things... google maps. I can get street view of houses I lived in... in Australia. How cool is that?
A few plans for the rest of the week... rehearsal, piano practice, AWANA, dinner at friends' (from church), and later to my parents' for the Superbowl.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing...
When we bought the house we live in, several years ago, one of the boys' main concerns was...
would there be dirt to play in?
Um... yes, definitely, yes.
would there be dirt to play in?
Um... yes, definitely, yes.
13 comments:
You are funny! I so enjoyed reading your daypost! Your boys are adorable!
Kisses
Sahara
I had connection with you right away, your lead scripture is one I have been praying for my boys for years. Loved your words of faith, I'll be back for another visit.
I enjoyed your daybook. The boys look like they had so much fun. I find it strange how in the US you call it 'dirt'. Here we say sand or soil. Dirt refers to, well.. dirt! Stuff you don't want near you. (But I suppose with boys, they wouldn't worry anyway.)
I hope your week is a good one!
I love reading your blog. I almost always laugh out loud and I need that comic relief. I would be happy to add your family to the "provision prayer list", we live in an area that MANY people are without work.
On a side note, I have tried posting a comment on Felicity's blog and can not get my comments to post. Hers does not look like mine and yours, could you help me? Thanks for any insight.
I don't know what's up with the comment feature, except for maybe this - after you write your comment and hit "publish", then it asks you to do the word verification, and it will not respond if you just hit the enter key on your computer - you have to click the "button" on the screen (enter? publish? whatever.)
Hope that helps.
I love your daybook and your sense of humor - your comments at OM always make me smile...glad I came for a visit.
Mrs. Santos
I always thought that was funny about B'ham too. "The Hannigan" or "The Guide".
You are such a good mama to let your boys play in the dirt! Have you taught them to do their own laundry yet?
Wow! Those are some grubby boys! It looks like they were enjoyed themselves, though.
Your writing is beautiful - I really loved reading your Daybook. Thanks for sharing.
Best wishes,
Jo
This post is my peculiar favorite... LOL. Your life sounds like so much fun! I love the dirty faces on those shmucks.. darling.
Mrs. Santos: her comments make me smile too! I forgot one thing-- if I put you on FF--how many brownies would you eat?
Oh my gravy...I always enjoy your daybooks so much! Thanks once again for sharing them with us :) Sounds like your life is full and blessed...hurray for the Lord's blessings, right? Hope that you continue to stay well and that the boys had as much fun as they looked like they did...GREAT picture!
Blessings,
~Kristy~
Those are total boys!! I have 3 boys too but only 2 of them are close in age and I'm wondering when the dirt, noise, teasing, etc. will end!!!!!!!! Although I'm sure I would miss it.
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