Monday, June 30, 2008
The Perfect Date
Yesterday hubby and I celebrated our 23rd wedding anniversary. I know it sounds cliche but I have NO IDEA where all that time has gone. 23 years? I thought only old people were married that long and I am definitely NOT OLD. Ahemm.

Anywho, we slept in yesterday as oldest son didn't get home from the airport until 2:30 in the morning and then by the time we all got to bed (after I hugged and kissed him more times than he would have liked) it was almost time to get up for church. Needless to say we slept through the alarm and had a lazy day at home yesterday.

We watched movies and just hung out. Then around 7:00 we went out for a late dinner all by ourselves, and actually had a long conversation without interruption. Fantastic.

Then, just like the whipped cream on the top of your hot fudge sundae, we went to Barnes and Noble and picked up a few summer reads for out by the pool.

I think that was the best anniversary ever. Very relaxed and restful.

This morning hubby was up at 3:00 a.m. to catch a flight to Boston for a meeting. It seems I can't keep the boys in my life all in the same house lately.

Happy Anniversary Honey. I can't wait to see what the next 23 years brings.


  posted at 8:00 AM  

Sunday, June 29, 2008
We have neighbors with two children. They have a son who is sixteen and a daughter nineteen.

The daughter, Maggie, is suppose to be going to the local junior college and moving on to the state university next year.

I actually think her only goal in life right now is to party. In her parents back yard. Which is right next door to my bedroom.

One of her parties is going on right now and they are so loud I can't sleep. Hubby has left to get Zach at the airport (yeah!) so I sit here alone fuming. By the way who thought it was a good idea for this kid to fly into the airport an hour away at one o'clock in the morning? I am fairly certain it was not my idea.

Anyway, around two a.m. I got tired of listening to the party and called the police. I am still waiting for them to show up and escort the party goers off the premises (wait, I think I just heard them drive up).

A few weeks ago I talked to Maggie's mother about her parties. Well, at least I tried to. The minute the words "Can I talk to you for a minute"? left my mouth she cut me off and said she knew what I wanted to talk to her about.

The parties.

She rung her hands and told me she just didn't know what to do. She had spoken with her daughter and told her she needed to stop having parties when they were away but she just won't listen to them. They are just at a loss as to what to do.

Umm, I would suggest some consequences for her actions. Like maybe taking her car keys away for a few days, or cutting off her allowance.

Oh no, they just couldn't do that.

When I explained to my neighbor that my patience with this behavior was exhausted due to the fact Maggie and her friends had been smoking pot at these parties lately and the smoke and smell were ending up in Paige's bedroom, thus not allowing me to put her to bed for fear she would have a little buzz going on in a few minutes.

My neighbor looked at me full of surprise. They have drugs at these parties? To which I wanted to scream YES, YES THEY DO. YOU WOULD KNOW THIS IF YOU HUNG AROUND LONG ENOUGH TO MONITOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN!!!!!!

She then went on to explain to me that she would definitely bring this up with Maggie's father. They didn't mind if the kids drank (they provide the booze and see nothing wrong with it) but drugs, oh my goodness, NEVER!

A few days later she comes to my door and tells me she spoke with Maggie and she assured her mother that she never smoked pot.....only her friends did. The mother wanted me to know this. Do you think the mother would have believed me if I told her I had seen her precious daughter doing drugs from my bedroom window as had several of the other neighbors? I really didn't thinks so, so I just looked at her like I thought she was out of her mind and hoped she got the hint.

The corker in this whole thing is that they have their son tested for drugs each month. They are sure he is doing drugs. I am sure he is not. I think the sister is getting away with murder and her younger brother is taking the heat for her. Uggggggg!

Our neighbors are nice people. However, they checked out of there parenting role a long time ago. Preferring, instead, to go party with friends on the weekend rather than spending time with their kids. This has been going on for the eight years we have been neighbors.

Another friend of mine called last week for advise. It seems her son had been invited to a beach house for the weekend by my neighbors son. She didn't know them and wanted to know if I thought it would be OK? She was a little concerned because the parents would not be staying at the beach house with them but at the hotel across the street alone. However, they would be checking on them periodically. She wanted to know if I would let Zach go? No. End of story.

This same neighbor told me (hang on to your hats my friends) that when she was a teenager her parents would leave the front door open for her and her boyfriend so when they got home from their dates they could quietly go in and use the downstairs guest bedroom (ahem) because her parents didn't want her to have to have S#x in the backseat of a car.

Pick your jaws up off the floor and think about this with me? What the heck were her parents thinking? I will also tell you that when Maggie was a senior in high school Dave would sometimes be leaving for work early (around 5:00 a.m.) and see her boyfriend slipping out the front door. I guess the mother has continued the practice her parents set up for her.

Am I the only one who thinks this is sad and ridiculous? Parent your children for heavens sake. Say NO every once in a while. Provide consequences for poor choices and not minding while they are living under you roof.

I guess I am done ranting. The party is just now ending and I am going to try and get some sleep before morning comes. Feel free to leave words of wisdom here for how to deal with this situation. At this point I'm ready to take a hose to them all the next time they party past midnight.

Hmmm. That might actually make me feel a whole lot better. Wa, ha, ha, ha, ha.


  posted at 2:26 AM  

Friday, June 27, 2008
Fun Is....................
Mustering the courage....

to go down the water slide......

All by yourself.....

For the very first time!


  posted at 10:00 AM  

Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Puff the Magic Dragon......La,La,La,La

Once upon a time a fierce dragon decided to make his home in the local pond of a magical kingdom.

The kingdom's princess captured the dragon and together they enjoyed many a sunny afternoon playing in the pond together.

The princesses evil little brother decided that he too wanted a dragon and decided to mount an attack to steal her dragon away.

A fierce gun battle ensued.

He was victorious for a few moments but then...........

the beautiful princess used her brains to recapture her dragon and enjoy another summer day together.

The evil little brother was sent to his room by the wise queen where he had to write 1000 times, I will be nice to my sister and her dragon.

The End.


  posted at 11:58 AM  

Monday, June 23, 2008
A Dog With No Master
During the day our dog Sydney hangs with her best friend, our youngest daughter Paige. At night, however, she becomes the dog of my oldest son Zach. She sleeps next to him in his bed all night long until morning.

She has not been a happy camper lately. This will be the fifth night Zach has been gone and the dog is driving us all CRAZY walking around the house looking for him.

Doesn't she look sad?

We had to put her outside to sleep the last few nights so she would stop pacing the house looking for her master. You would think she would be happy to have the bed all to herself but it seems she prefers to have a cuddle buddy.

Even the bunny looks sad.

This mom is missing her boy too. He called today and said they have had a lot of rain so half of there baseball games have been cancelled. Hopefully the sun will shine tomorrow so they can make some of them up.

I'm getting anxious for Sunday when we will all be back together again.


  posted at 9:11 PM  

Saturday, June 21, 2008
I'm Cookin Eggs On The Hood Of My Car
Hot does not seem like a strong enough word to describe the weather that has descended upon us the last few days. As I type this we are hovering some where around 112 degrees.
Garrett made the 9/10 year old All Star Team this season. He is one of only three 9 year olds on this team so we are very proud of him.
His team had a scrimmage game against the 11 year old team this morning at 8:00 a.m.. When I left the house for the game my car thermometer was reading 86 degrees. Dang. When it is 86 that early in the morning you know you really shouldn't be going outside.

The game ended around 11:00 and we were all VERY ready to go home and sit in our nice air conditioned houses.

Garrett is playing right field. He usually catches or plays first base on his regular season team. His Dad has tried to explain to him that he is one of the younger kids and he came from a lower division than 10 of the other kids on the team. Because of this he most likely will not be a starter and will be playing the outfield. It is an honor for him to be on this team and he should take this year to learn from the older and more experienced players.

He obviously did not completely understand this little talk as I heard him have this conversation with the head coach a few days ago.

Garrett: Coach John, perhaps you were not aware but I usually play an
infield position.

Coach John: Yes, Garrett, I know. I think you have been doing a great job.
(coach trying not to show the little smile that wants to creep across his

My son does not give up easily. I'm sure this is a trait that will serve him well in life. The kid never ceases to put a smile on my face. I feel so blessed to be his mom.

I will leave you with pictures of another child that I feel so blessed to call my own. I bought her some new sand for her sandbox and she and her dog have been playing out there for hours each day this week.

I'm off now to go jump in the pool. Have a great weekend!

p.s. Zach called me last night from Florida. He sounded great and was obviously having a great time. They played there first game at 11:00 this morning but I still havn't heard if they won or not.

  posted at 1:23 PM  

Thursday, June 19, 2008
Parental Panic
Tonight I sent my oldest son (16) off on an airplane to fly 3000 miles away from his family to play baseball in a U.S.A. National Tournament.

He will be gone ten days. TEN DAYS!

He is alone.

Without any parent.

Just a coach and 15 other 16 year old boys.

What was I thinking?????

I had a panic attack this afternoon. It was different than anything I have ever experienced before. The room went very still and quiet. Almost like I lost my hearing for a few minutes. My heart was racing, and I felt clammy all over.

I wasn't sure I could actually go through with it. Sending my baby (yes, honey, I know he is 16 but he will always be my baby) so far away without me. What if something happens and I can't get to him? My dramatic flair was definitely rearing its ugly head today.

I had to talk myself down from the cliff I was about to jump off of. Or, actually, I think it was God helping me down from that cliff.

He reminded me that Zach is a good boy. He's never given us a lick of trouble. He has a good head on his shoulders and he will be just fine.

My head understands all this just fine. My heart, however, is having a hard time jumping on this band wagon.

As I type this my child is flying somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean excitedly contemplating playing baseball with the best of the best. He thinks his mother has lost her mind.

As I go up to bed now I am going to try and put all this fear at the feet of my Heavenly Father. I know he is watching over Zach. Perhaps this is another lesson he is trying to teach me about my need to be in control all the time.

I know I am really not in control of anything so worrying makes no sense.

One thing I am sure of though is this. If my child does not call me at least once a day he is grounded when he gets home. Grounded I say. For a minimum of 2 weeks!


Goodnight my friends.

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Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Father's Day!!!
Our oldest son had two baseball games this morning. My husband happily took him to the games that are about 30 minutes from our house.

When he gets home from the games he has arranged to meet some friends and there children up at a local park for, what else, an informal baseball game.

After the game one of the other wives and I are going to BBQ while the guys lay by the pool and get waited on.

I think this may be my hubby's Father's Day dream come true.

All baseball. All the time.

Who could ask for anything more?

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Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I Was A Father Today
A few months ago I bought Angels tickets for hubby and my boys for today. The kids all had a minimum day at school so I thought it would be a good opportunity for them to all get out together and celebrate an early Fathers Day with an afternoon at the diamond.

It was a good plan. However, last Sunday hubby tells me that he has to go on a business trip Monday morning and he wont be home until Wednesday night.

Hence the reason I became the Dad today and got to enjoy an afternoon at the ballpark. Samantha stayed home with her little sister. She's such a good girl.

I was so happy to realize that our seats were in the shade behind first base. We went to a game a couple of weeks ago and sat in the blazing sun on a Sunday afternoon right behind the home dugout. The seats were FANTASTIC but I think I got sun sickness or something. I had the worst headache that night when we got home. I was much happier with these seats that were a little farther back in the shade.

There was something I have been wanting to talk with you about regarding the game a few weeks ago. There was a man sitting a few rows in front of us that looked like a movie star. He was probably in his late 30's with a golden tan and beautiful hair. Think Corbin Bernson from his L.A. law days (sorry to those of you under 30 who wont know who I am talking about). His hair, actually, was a little to pretty.

This guy had obviously blow dried his hair very carefully. His feathered look would have made Farrah Fawcett very proud. I really wanted to take a picture for you all to see but I wasn't sure how to do it without him thinking I was a freak.

Throughout the game I found myself watching him. There was something about him that really bugged me. I don't think I can trust a guy who spends that much time on his hair. I am sure he spends WAY more time in the bathroom getting ready than I do. Somehow, that just doesn't seem right.

Thankfully this man left after the seventh inning so I could quit obsessing about his hair and start paying attention to the game. Oh boy, was it ever an exciting one (you non sports fans should probably stop reading now).

We were down by one in the bottom of the ninth.

Then this guy gets a hit.
The fans cheer!!!

A few more batters, a couple more hits and the boys are celebrating another victory.

They look just like little leaguer's high fiving each other and jumping up and down. So much fun to watch! Almost as much fun as watching the man I love enjoy a day at the ballpark with his oldest son.

They were in baseball heaven!


  posted at 9:43 PM  

Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Do you ever feel like Satan is knocking on your door? I've felt like that lately.

Doubts have been creeping into my mind about all sorts of things and I feel like my soul is under attack.

A lot of it has to do with our upcoming adoption. I start to wonder if I can really handle one more child? Am I even a good enough mom to the children I already have been blessed with? Where will we find the money we still need to complete our adoption once we get our referral?

Doubts. Guilt. Anxiety.

In my heart I know that our family is traveling in God's will for our lives and we need to trust him in all these things. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this adoption has been guided and planned by Him. So many amazing things have happened on this journey. Events and situations in which I can see his hand.

Yet, I doubt. In my darkest moments I doubt.

This morning I felt God's presence as I was going about my chores. Reassuring me. Loving me. Reminding me He is with me always. Do not be afraid.

I am trying so hard to give up control and give it all to Him. I am stepping very far out of my comfort zone and at times the old habits creep back in and make me feel insecure and uncertain of our families future.

Tonight when I opened my Bible this is the verse I saw,

Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and
man. Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on
own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths
Proverbs 3

Lean not on my own understanding. That pretty much says it all.

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Monday, June 09, 2008
Plumber Anyone?
Has anyone ever had there child accidentally flush there underwear down the toilet bowl?

Just wondering.

The four year old who resides in our home had a major melt down this afternoon when she realized her Cinderella underpants accidentally got flushed down the toilet with her pee.

Don't ask me how. I have no idea.

What I do know is that said four year old continued to cry for those panties for many MANY hours after the incident. No amount of plunging could bring them back to us.

This is my question for you all. The toilet is flushing fine, however, I am worried that the panties are stuck down there somewhere. Do I need to call a plumber? Can I put something down the drain to eat the underpants if they got stuck? What do you all think?

Hubby's out of town and I am to tired to think clearly. I need the help of my bloggy friends.

I really want to get Cinderella out of my pipes so I can send her back to her nice big castle and the cute prince she is married to.


  posted at 10:22 PM  

Sunday, June 01, 2008
The Creature From The Black Lagoon
When my oldest daughter was 4 years old I was so happy that she was content to sit and look at books or color. After having two boys ahead of her who were always on the move it was a nice change to have a calm little girl. The boys would be racing around the house with their trucks and cars, or outside making creations with mud and dirt, but my little girl....she liked to stay clean.

Fast forward three years and we had another beautiful baby girl. I was so happy to see this sweet thing. Her older brother had been born a few years before so I was back to having a little boy race around the house with his trains and trucks. Now, I must add that I love my boys. I love watching them play with their toys. Its just that.....sometimes it is nice to have a little quite play and I had found that my daughter was much better at this than my sons.

That theory lasted about as long as it took our youngest daughter to walk. She didn't want girlie things. She liked the boys trucks and trains. She wanted to run around outside and in and make messes and lots of noise.

Her older sister was not amused. She didn't need another shaggy haired varmint running around her house. She needed a sibling with some class and sophistication.

It was not to be.

This four year old loves all things dirty.

Where we live in California it gets very hot in the summer. I bought the dog a little pool of her very own so she could lay in it to keep cool and also have a large supply of water to drink at all times.

Paige loves this pool. She loves to put mud in it and then swim around in all its mucky yuckyness to the disgust of the rest of the family.

Doesn't this look fun?

Do you think she needs a bath?

After frolicking around in the muddy sludge until she has had enough she always immediately announces that she needs a bath.

This is a huge relief to her older sister.

She may like to get muddy and gross looking like the boys. But the girl. She still likes to get clean and pretty when its all over with.

Here they are playing dress up together after one such clean up. Sorry for the blurry picture. They were racing downstairs for the fashion show.

She even has a dramatic flare.

So, I guess you could say this little girl is the best of both worlds. A little bit girlie and a little bit tom-boy, and so so much fun.

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I am a spontaneous, out going, daughter of the King, who is married to a wonderful guy who is a quiet, shy, non-spontaneous, scientist who also loves the Lord. Truly a match made in heaven! We fight and argue, love and laugh, every single day. I am passionate about orphan care and love to tell our story to anyone who will listen. This blog is dedicated to that journey.

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