So, I've been a bit too busy keeping my actual laundry going... but here's a an attempt to start blogging again!
This is the first year the boys have actually asked for something for their birthdays. Isaac saw a trumpet at a show and tell last year at preschool and has been asking for one ever since... as of a month or so ago, Elijah wants an elephant. It just occurred to me a bit ago that Elijah might actually think it is possible to have a real elephant. I had to break it to him the other night that he can't have a real one. "A small one?" he asked hopefully. I shook my head, "No, they have to live in a zoo or another country." He looked disheartened. I did my best to find a decent elephant replica that he could play with and a good little toy trumpet for Isaac. It really is fun to give children what they ask for, you hope you see this incredible joy and satisfaction. And hopefully even though the elephant isn't real, Elijah will be pleased. It makes me think of God and how He loves to see His children happy as well. Sometimes we ask Him for elephants, I'm sure, but He always knows what's best.
Keep The Laundry Going
Life gets messy. That's ok.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Friday, March 23, 2012
Life's a Load of Second Chances
From where I sit in our California king, listening to Christa Wells and the sound of my dryer in the laundry room next door, life is... so good. It's a load of the kids clothes, towels, toddler shirts, mommy jeans, and dish towels. It's a full day of dirt and crumbs and sweat and snot. I've never loved doing laundry so much in my life.
If you know me well, you've probably heard me complain about laundry at some point or another. But I can honestly say that I've recently undergone a transformation of sorts in my attitude towards this ongoing, never ending task. Not because I've found a new detergent that I love or dryer sheets that leave my clothes smelling like heaven (in fact I've recently decided to stop using dryer sheets altogether).
No, I think it's the Lord who's working on me. He has seen me in my dispair on those really long days when I am at my end with whiny toddlers. He's seen me angry. He's seen me examining all my new gray hairs and naming each one after an incident that day. He's seen me fall asleep on the floor in the twins bedroom when I'm waiting for them to fall asleep. And instead of throwing me out for the dirt smudges all over myself, the stains and the tears, he's throwing me in the wash, mending me, and making me new. Yep, God's doing laundry, too (and I'm pretty sure He doesn't use dryer sheets either).
My heavenly Father loves me enough (and He is ironic enough) to use something as mundane as laundry to wake me up and enjoy the journey of motherhood. I am so thankful.
Life is a load of second chances. And third chances. And fourth chances... . You get the picture.
Pictures like this are rare, so I have to post it!
If you know me well, you've probably heard me complain about laundry at some point or another. But I can honestly say that I've recently undergone a transformation of sorts in my attitude towards this ongoing, never ending task. Not because I've found a new detergent that I love or dryer sheets that leave my clothes smelling like heaven (in fact I've recently decided to stop using dryer sheets altogether).
No, I think it's the Lord who's working on me. He has seen me in my dispair on those really long days when I am at my end with whiny toddlers. He's seen me angry. He's seen me examining all my new gray hairs and naming each one after an incident that day. He's seen me fall asleep on the floor in the twins bedroom when I'm waiting for them to fall asleep. And instead of throwing me out for the dirt smudges all over myself, the stains and the tears, he's throwing me in the wash, mending me, and making me new. Yep, God's doing laundry, too (and I'm pretty sure He doesn't use dryer sheets either).
My heavenly Father loves me enough (and He is ironic enough) to use something as mundane as laundry to wake me up and enjoy the journey of motherhood. I am so thankful.
Life is a load of second chances. And third chances. And fourth chances... . You get the picture.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Of Mice and Little Men
Yesterday, the boys really impressed me a number of times. Once when I was sitting in a chair that Isaac wanted to sit in, he actually said "Excuse me." If you know my boys and their speech delay, I was so happy to hear such a polite request from him. Both boys have been doing so well with their alphabet and counting, sometimes all the way up to 20!
When I was getting ready to take the kids on a walk, I took them into the garage, buckled Bri into the wagon so she couldn't get in to anything, propped open the garage door so I could audibly keep tabs on what was going on. I ran back into the house to use the bathroom, also propping open that door - you can never be too safe with twin toddlers on the loose, grab the bag of diapers, and put on my shoes.
As I walked back to the garage, Elijah and Isaac came excited in to the house. Isaac was dangling something in his hand as he said proudly, "Mouse! Mouse!" At first I thought perhaps it was a toy mouse. And then I realized we didn't have a toy mouse.
"Put it down! Put it down! Put it down!" I screamed rather hysterically.
The boys looked pretty confused because usually when I find things like lizards, centipedes, or especially large spiders, I try to catch them safely and show the boys with some enthusiasm. But that is when I catch them... .
I shook Isaac's hand until the mouse fell to the floor (I was so thankful it was lying still and not just "mostly dead"). Then I made the boy wash their hands immediately, threatened them not to touch the mouse, and promptly grabbed a napkin to safely pick up the mouse and throw it to its final resting place over the fence in the backyard.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? The next video is just for fun. I'm not sure who to give credit to, but you can find this on youtube.
When I was getting ready to take the kids on a walk, I took them into the garage, buckled Bri into the wagon so she couldn't get in to anything, propped open the garage door so I could audibly keep tabs on what was going on. I ran back into the house to use the bathroom, also propping open that door - you can never be too safe with twin toddlers on the loose, grab the bag of diapers, and put on my shoes.
"Put it down! Put it down! Put it down!" I screamed rather hysterically.
The boys looked pretty confused because usually when I find things like lizards, centipedes, or especially large spiders, I try to catch them safely and show the boys with some enthusiasm. But that is when I catch them... .
I shook Isaac's hand until the mouse fell to the floor (I was so thankful it was lying still and not just "mostly dead"). Then I made the boy wash their hands immediately, threatened them not to touch the mouse, and promptly grabbed a napkin to safely pick up the mouse and throw it to its final resting place over the fence in the backyard.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? The next video is just for fun. I'm not sure who to give credit to, but you can find this on youtube.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
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finding poop in the laundry basket - 15 minutes of frustration and changing both boys
intercepting helpful 2-year-old emptying the bread bag - 20 seconds to place the bread back in the bag
milk cup spilled on kitchen floor - 2 minutes to clean (don't worry, no one cried over this spilled milk)
pants and shirts all out on the floor again - 30 minutes to refold
juice cup spilled in the dining room - 1 minute 33 seconds to clean
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sitting on sister - 2 seconds to say "Get off of her!"
taking over an hour to fall asleep at nap time - 70 minutes scratching a back
toddler screaming at 11:27pm - 20 minutes to calm him and give him some "blue juice"
another toddler screaming at 3:15am - 3 minutes to take down the double gate, pull the screaming toddler's blanket out from under sound-asleep brother and put up the top gate again.
Spending time with the kids, jumping in rain puddles, and then later lying on a blanket on the lawn reading books, scratching backs and cuddling under the sun - PRICELESS!
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It has been a full week. I'm sure I could add a couple more things, but it's too early and I haven't been able to retain as much in my mommy brain as I once could.
Mom, if you're reading this - thank you for your help, encouragement, prayers, patience, and availability to watch the kids. The hazelnut coffee was so thoughtful yesterday. I love you!
Keep the laundry going, everyone. Keep the laundry going!
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
"Words are the fabric of the universe."
"Words are the fabric of the universe."
He told us that it was with words that God created the world and with His Word, that He is holding the world together. And it was with our own words that we were to promise to love and cherish each other. With words we can either build each other up, or tear each other down. Build bridges or burn them.
That concept of words being the very fabric that knits our lives together has really stuck with both of us. When we first had the boys and were talking through what we wanted to do with them for a nightly routine, we decided we wanted to say blessings for them each night. I grew up with parents who prayed with me every night before bed, and I think Ben had a similar experience. We wanted to take some of what we loved about our childhoods and give it a Ben & Amber Warner twist, so we now routinely say blessings for our kids every night before bed. We have each developed our own flavor of blessing so to speak, or specific things we cover.
My version of a bedtime blessing usually incorporates sleeping "all through the night, having sweet dreams, waking up cheerful" (the sweet dreams and cheerful aspects I stole from my mom who always prayed that for me), and then I add:
May you love the Lord your God
with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength,
And your neighbor as yourself
May you look not only to your own interest
But to the needs of others
And follow Jesus,
Leading others to follow Him.
Clearly I have meshed together a few different scriptures... and I'm sure more will be added as we go. Each time I repeat this blessing, I purposefully pray each word as I say it, I look into their eyes, touch their hearts, their foreheads, and make muscle arms. Sometimes I pause to see if the boys will fill in the blanks, and sometimes they do.
Ben has his own routine with them in which he asks them questions, almost like a toddler catechism, but it is something he made up to do with them. I haven't memorized his questions yet, but I believe they are something like this:
Who made you? God
Why did He make you? To be His friend and to bring Him glory
Does God love you? Very much
How do we know that God loves you? The Bible
Do you know a song about that? ... and then we sing Jesus Loves Me
Lord, please use our words - those spoken in blessings, and throughout the day -
to knit our children's lives according to your will.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Why the picture of Elijah & Isaac's dresser you ask? This morning when we had finished getting ready ourselves and went to get the kids, we were surprised to find the light on in their room... . Not the main light which could possibly be reached if they use something as a stepping stool to get to the light switch - it was the lamp. Which is at the top of their dresser. Where were the boys? Sitting in that open drawer pictured. And all the clothes were strewn across the floor. Thankfully the entire dresser didn't collapse on them! My first instinct was to run and get my camera, but I held myself back. They had to know this was wrong. I called Ben in, and he took care of disciplining the boys since Abrielle was also awake and crying in her room. Ben had the boys put all the clothes away as well as two-year-old's can, back into the dresser. I still haven't had time to refold all the shirts, I've only stuffed them back in the drawer.
I'm surprised it has taken the boys this long to figure out how to get to the lamp on the dresser. I hope they forget about it quickly. But just in case they don't, I think I'll hold off on refolding all the shirts. I'll give it a few days.
My kids enjoyed bumper cars in the driveway today. The boys probably enjoyed it a bit more than Abrielle because she is actually sitting in a poopy diaper in this picture. Yes, I knew it was poopy. And yes, I continued to push them around in the car. There were too many giggles to stop for a diaper change. I knew it would mean more of a mess (and it did), but it was worth it.
The brown-nosed dog pictured was loving fed rain puddle this afternoon by Elijah. He's recently into feeding his pretend animals. This is the first time he decided to give one of his little pets a drink of mud water, but I'm pretty sure the dog enjoyed it. Doggy is currently in the washer, along with Abrielle's poopy clothes from this afternoon, the boys' muddy pants from our walk to meet Daddy down the dirt road when he came home tonight, some dish rags, and my own clothes that were soiled in the mud.
A full load of laundry = A good day!
Monday, January 30, 2012
Ridiculous O'clock
Last week Ben and I were up early every morning. He is usually up by 4am to study Greek and have his time alone reading and praying. He is so disciplined in that way! For a while I have insisted that while he needs to do that in order to study, I really do not have to get up at ridiculous o-clock to fit in my own devotional time.
I got up at 5:43am. It's 6:30am, I'm already showered and ready for the day, but I'm realizing that it is already too late to put together a cognitive blog. The boys are opening and shutting their bedroom door which is adjacent to the baby's, so naturally she is crying... and this has been going on for a while. It has become painfully obvious to me that rising at an early hour is the only way to even begin to accomplish the things that I hope for - time alone, time reading scripture, time praying, and hopefully one of these days exercise....
I am reminded of a verse that I read last week, when I cracked open my Bible asking God to help me get out of bed. God has a sense of humor. No joke, I opened it up to Ephesians 5:14 - 17 which reads like this in the ESV version of the Bible:
"Awake O Sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you."
Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
What stood out to me the most? Making the best use of the time. My time as a mother of young children is short, however long it seems on many days. I have never thought of applying this portion of scripture to household responsibilities or motherhood, but it was so clear to me last week, and is today that the best use of my time right now is in keeping life going, and encouraging and nourishing my family. And apparently, in getting up early.
I got up at 5:43am. It's 6:30am, I'm already showered and ready for the day, but I'm realizing that it is already too late to put together a cognitive blog. The boys are opening and shutting their bedroom door which is adjacent to the baby's, so naturally she is crying... and this has been going on for a while. It has become painfully obvious to me that rising at an early hour is the only way to even begin to accomplish the things that I hope for - time alone, time reading scripture, time praying, and hopefully one of these days exercise....
I am reminded of a verse that I read last week, when I cracked open my Bible asking God to help me get out of bed. God has a sense of humor. No joke, I opened it up to Ephesians 5:14 - 17 which reads like this in the ESV version of the Bible:
"Awake O Sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you."
Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.
What stood out to me the most? Making the best use of the time. My time as a mother of young children is short, however long it seems on many days. I have never thought of applying this portion of scripture to household responsibilities or motherhood, but it was so clear to me last week, and is today that the best use of my time right now is in keeping life going, and encouraging and nourishing my family. And apparently, in getting up early.
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