Super Birthday

Yesterday was Ryan's bday.
And Super Bowl Sunday.
Ryan thought it was so nice of everyone
to celebrate his birthday.
A national party in his honor.
Pretty cool.

We had some friends over.
I let him pick the menu.
Buffalo wings.
Brats.
That was pretty much all he said.
My guy the carnivore.

So I added to it.
Chips, pretzels and dips.
Veggies.
Desserts.
Can you believe it.
He wasn't worried about the dessert at all.
I was.

I made three pies.
And my sis-in-law made one.
Key lime.
Peanut butter chocolate.
Vanilla cheese.
Chocolate.
Yummy stuff.

But actually, this post is not about that.
It's about me.
Just kidding.
Kinda.
It's really about his present.

I wanted to make him something this year.
I've mentioned that I'm not the craftiest person in the world.
So this is always a big deal for me.
But I got a little idea in my head.
And it morphed into this:Helvetica is one of his favorite documentaries.
He's a geek.
I know.
In his defense, it's really not too bad.

So I spelled out "Helvetica" in that font.
Would have been funny if I would have used another font.
I almost had to.
Who knew our computers didn't have it?
Quick call to my mom at work:
Please tell me you have helvetica on your computer.
(I didn't put this off at all)
Mom saves the day again!Then I trimmed the letters all down.
And clothspinned them to cork board
that had also been trimmed down to size.This morning I threw some twine at Ryan.
And sent him off to work with his present.
In a Braums paper sack.
We are fancy people.
A few hours later he sent this from his phone:I think I'm going to use
this idea to do something for the little boys' room.
I've got some ideas rolling around
in this empty old head of mine.
We'll see how they turn out.

My Happy

Just looking thru some old photos.
This picture makes me happy.My family.
My happy.

What Not to Call Your Mom

A little advice for my daughter.1. Girlfriend.
As in:
You know that's right, girlfriend!

Right now, I am your mom.
Someday I hope to be your momfriend.
That's the name I just made up for my mom.
She's pretty much my best friend.
But she's still my mom.
She's always the one I call when I'm sick.
I don't need to let all my other friends know when I'm barfing.
But my mom needs to know.
She's my momfriend.2. Dude
First of all, I usually associate dude with a guy.
Second of all, according to you kids,
the official definition of dude is:
an infected hair on an elephant's rear.
Since I am neither of these two,
I would prefer not to be called by that name.3. Mom Dog.
You tried this one on me just the other day.
I believe my response was:
Excuse me?
To which you just laughed.

You are not Randy Jackson.
And I am most definitely not a contestant on American Idol.

Keep trying, sweetie.
You'll eventually hit one I like.
Here's a couple suggestions:
Mombeautiful.
Mommaliscious.
Just thinking off the top of my head here...

Happy Birthday

Kansans, enjoy the gorgeous day!

Fingerprint Friday

I'm a proud momma.
In a good way.
I hope.

Last night Jakie told me:
I decided I was going to memorize 100 verses
before my birthday.
(which is the end of June)
But then I thought that would be too easy.
So I changed it to Jobie's birthday.
(which is the middle of May)
I decided this 5 days ago.
I'm on my second verse.

I'm so proud of him for doing this on his own.
Even if he doesn't get 100 verses done before Jobie's birthday.
Or his own.
He's been taking his Bible to school with him everyday.
I'm proud of him for that too.

He started with Psalm 1.
And is just going to work his way thru the Psalms.
I think I might join him.
I've got a jump start.
I've had Psalm 1 memorized since I was little.
We won't tell him that though.
Hehehe.

I did memorize it in King James.
Maybe I should rememorize it in NIV.
To be fair.
Can't decide if I want to be that nice.
Hmmmm.
But it would be fun to quote it with him.
So NIV it is.

What a sweet spirit my oldest son has.Psalm 119:11
I have hidden your word in my heart
that I might not sin against you.

Each week Beki at therustedchain hosts Fingerprint Friday and uses a song by Steven Curtis Chapman as a springboard. Join in. It's a great way to be reminded of God's presence.

A Book and a Story

Ezra is writing a book.
This is the title.He has a compulsion to tell the truth.

This is what he has written so far.
(The first word is "deer".)He was having a rough day with his older siblings yesterday.
He sat down at his table.
And wrote out his feelings.
Glad he can express himself this way now.

Funny story.
Jobe and I were at Target the other day.
One of my favorite happy places.
We were in the girl's section.
Jobie pulls a bra off the rack and asks:
Mommy, are you going to get new boobs?

My first thought was:
Really?
My second thought was:
Did your dad put you up to this?
My third thought was:
Never mind...
I'm not gonna write that one for all of blogland.
My fourth thought was:
Where did you learn the word "boobs"?
And my fifth thought was:
Is it bad that my fourth thought wasn't my first thought?

A bit later we were across the aisle from the women's bras.
Jobie points over and very loudly says:
Mommy, those are big boobs.
The lady next to me got a good laugh.It's amazing what your fourth child learns.
Pretty sure that word was not
in Brookelynn or Jake's vocabulary at 3 years old.
Not gonna guarantee is wasn't in Ezra's though.
Here's to hoping it doesn't show up in his book.

Fingerprint Friday

Yesterday we got an unexpected "snow day".
Last week, we had 5 inches of snow on the ground.
And the wind chill was crazy low.
I was prepared for a snow day.
Wanted one even.
Yesterday, I was not ready for one.
And we didn't really need one.

Instead of cleaning,
I coped by yelling at my kids.
Too much.
And getting frustrated.
Too much.
And frowning.
Too much.
(I had to put extra moisturizing cream on my face this morning.
To try to reduse those extra frown lines I'm sure I created.)

You know I love my kids.
But by the time Ryan got home at 7:30 last night,
I said: I want to be done being a mom for the day.
Then he left for his basketball game.
I couldn't be done until they all went to bed.
And I hollered at one kid.
For really no reason.
Right before bed.
Then had to apologize.
Nice.When I woke up this morning,
the Lord brought these verses to mind.
Thank you, Lord.

Lamentations 3:22-24
Because of the LORD’s great love
we are not consumed,
for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.
I say to myself,
“The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for Him.”

Each week Beki at therustedchain hosts Fingerprint Friday and uses a song by Steven Curtis Chapman as a springboard. Join in. It's a great way to be reminded of God's presence.