Oh what a morning!

Have you ever known in the first few minutes of the day what the rest of it will be like? It's scary isn't it? This morning was like that.

Chuck insisted that he had to go to the store at 6:45 this morning. I'm already at the computer working and knowing that as soon as he leaves the children will get up and my quiet work hours will be interrupted. Yep..

I leave David playing in his room while I go to change Rae. She has a very full diaper. Wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't put both her foot and her hand in it. Did I mention the light was off? She has doodoo on her hand, her foot, my hands and I can't really see where else.

So I call for David (at the top of my lungs). No response. I know he can hear me. I know it. I call again - and again - and again - and again. No response. He finally comes out of his room with his hands over his ears (yes, my calls were getting progressively louder) and is starting to tear up.

Sigh...So many things are wrong with this picture. David is already crying at 7 in the morning, Rae is screaming and playing with poo and I am relying on a two year old to come and rescue a dirty situation. So many things wrong.

It's too much I tell you. Too much.

Annie Downs

I am dedicating this post to Annie Downs. Because, first of all, we will actually see if she reads this blog or if she was blowing smoke. Secondly, because I am really proud of her. I read her article in www.RadiantMag.com and I was really impressed. (Holiday Pause is the name of her piece) Not only is she a good writer she really has a gifting to penetrate the heart.

So, Annie, if you are reading this, keep writing. Use your writing as an instrument for the Lord to heal hearts through honesty and humor. If you feel disappointed in some aspects of your love you can bet that just about every other woman does too - married and unmarried, childless or the old woman in the shoe.

I'm really really proud of you. Love you.

"Sparky"

Oh - David had a little sip of a carbonated drink the other day (we don't let him drink anything but milk and water usually) and he told Chuck it was "sparky." I guess that describes the carbonation.

Holiday Stress

I'm not sure when the holidays transformed from the time of magic that they have always been for me into pure torture. I'm dreading the holidays now. Too many people, too many places to go, too much to do...Too much I'm really trying to trust the Lord but good grief! It's too much.

My sweet sweet husband did line up someone to come and clean my house for me. What a gift! That was so generous of him.

At 6:30 this morning we were feeding Rae and getting things situated. David walked into the room where we were and said, "Good morning!" as if it were no problem that he was ready to start his day that early. He's a riot.

Co-sleeping

Last night, for the first time, we let David sleep with us. Now, we don't do co-sleeping because it's dangerous. Chuck is a cuh-razy sleeper and would most likely do damage to a small baby. But David is almost three now and he is more likely to roll over on us than we are on him.

So, he slept with us all night long. Boy, what a long night. He kept wanting to touch one of us. What is up with that? I mean, there is a time for touching and sleeping is not it. And he's so hot! I sweated all night long. He's like a little heater.

Our first spend the night party. And it was quite a party. It will be interesting to see if we ever let him sleep with us again. I doubt it.

Christmas presents

I walked in there where the Christmas tree is because I heard something ripping. David was opening presents. Bless his little heart - he had lined up all of his trucks so they were watching him unwrap gifts. I'm laughing right now. I told him we had to wait until Christmas and he busted out crying. He cried so hard. I had to hold him and tell him how it's okay to be disappointed.

To make up for crushing his feelings we took the ripped off paper and wrapped up his trucks that were watching him. We'll open those at lunchtime when his daddy gets home.

Too funny.

Scissor Hold

So I actually had to say to David yesterday, "No David - We do not put your sister in a scissor hold. No, release her neck. No scissor holds." Do anyone else's children do that kind of thing? I'm not sure. Makes me feel kind of scared sometimes.

It's naptime. The house is dark and quiet. Time for Mama's nap too.

WARNING

Okay - I have officially put the address to this blog on my Facebook page so just in case someone actually reads this besides Hannah then I need to warn you.

Do not read this blog unless you have a sense of humor. Just like I try to find the holy in the ordinary I also try to find the humor in the ordinary. It makes life more interesting. SO, if you are going to have any kind of negative feelings if I make fun of life, motherhood, religion (notice I did not say a relationship with Jesus) or any of the other serious stuff out there...then save yourself some grief. Don't read any further.

Thanks. Management

They're so green, Mama!

David just announced to me that he is physically incapable of eating green beans because they are..."so green." What?

Not sure if he is having a bad day or if I am. But I get to go out on a date tonight with my husband so I can hang in there.

platitudes

Okay - So my second post is nearly 7 months later! The thing is...I forgot where our blog was. Really. My sister had to tell me. So sad I know.

My friends always ask, "What's new with you?" I never know how to respond. I feel like they are looking for something exciting. It's not so exciting to watch my daily life. It's very routine and when I get to thinking about that a lot I get kind of depressed.

Now I know I am "too blessed to be depressed" but really, I wonder a lot if what I'm doing makes any difference. It's not like the kids and I are having these amazing fasting and prayer times. We don't go around the house reciting the books of the Bible and most of the times I'm just proud if I don't shout at them!

I think I've decided that all of that is okay. We love, we laugh, we cry, we scream, we cry some more and all of that is real life. I mean, anyone who pretends that everyday life is just one big euphoric moment is on drugs. Sometimes it just absolutely sucks when the kids won't take their naps!

Is such strong language needed for that? Yes, I think so. Because I want to hit people who say, "But you're raising wonderful children for Jesus." I'm sorry but I do. Yes, I want them to love the Lord and yes I want them to be warriors in His army but my God...why do I feel like I'm the one in battle every day? And losing the war to children!?

Okay, enough about that. I do so love them. They are so cute and when David spontaneously tells me, "I love Rae." It melts my heart. It gives me hope for a better day.

We are a happy home. Just don't give me any more platitudes. I'm likely to slap the crap out of you for it.

our first blog

I named this blog "Happy Home" because that is really what we have. Things are definately interesting with two kids but we laugh and love so much sometimes it feels like we're going to explode!