Monday, November 28, 2005

Cold

The weather was bitter
And frightfully cold.
I wanted to stay
In my warm, snug abode.

The bus stop awaiting
We did have to run,
But wearing a coat
just isn't much fun.

"In my locker
it just doesn't fit,
I don't care if I'm cold
not one little bit.

If I take a coat
I'll be late for my classes,
It will slow me down
Like thick, brown molasses."

So off we went
no jackets at all
It's not like it's winter,
We're still into Fall.

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Pet Peeve

I sometimes wonder what other parents are thinking, or if they think about anyone but themselves.

The weather has turned chilly. Walking in to church yesterday, I couldn't help but notice the way others were dressed. I'm never surprised to see teenagers without jackets. But what amazes me is how many little children I see without them. One couple came out with their 3 little ones. Their oldest looked to be about 5. He was walking ahead of his parents, hurrying to their car. He had on short sleeves and pants. The two younger boys were dressed about the same but were probably 3 and 1, and were being carried by the parents. Both parents had on nice, long-sleeve clothing, and both were wearing winter jackets.

It wouldn't be so bad if they were just making a quick run to their car-but we go to a large church. You have to cross the street just to get to the parking lot. Then you often have quite a long walk to get out of the wind and cold to arrive at your nice warm car.

Or what about the parents who are warmly dressed, wearing coats, who walk outside with their baby girl. She is dressed adorably in a short-sleeve frilly dress, no shoes, socks or booties, no jacket, not even a blanket. Is it because they are warm, they figure their baby is too? And what about a hat for that bald head to keep out some of that bitter, cold wind?

I recognize that some parents are out to teach their children to make their own choices. I applaud them for this. That is an important thing for them to learn. I have tried to teach my children how to make good choices, instead of the old adage, "just do what I say." Yes, they need to be obedient, but if they never learn to make choices, life becomes very difficult when choices are thrown at them.

But at what age do you allow them to go out without a jacket when the temperature is below freezing? Will a 5 year old, who is busy playing inside his nice warm home really choose to put on a stuffy, hot jacket? What about the 3 and 1 year old? Did they have a choice? I know that nobody asked that baby if she wanted a blanket to wrap around her.

I guess it breaks my heart to see little children improperly dressed in cold weather.

I dropped 2 of my girls off at the bus stop just a few minutes ago. Before we left, I mentioned that it was going to be cold and windy today, with a high of almost 40 degrees. I expressed that if it was me, I would wear a jacket/coat. (Our home was nice and toasty, as I had turned up the heat last night.) My younger daughter obliged my thoughts by grabbing a coat. Her sister had a light jacket. She hates trying to stuff a big coat into her locker. She says it is difficult to get her books out each hour.

When we arrived at the bus stop, my younger daughter leaves her coat in the car. Her parting words were, "I don't need that." I looked up at the temperature. It was 24 degrees. C'est la vie.

Friday, November 18, 2005

EGGS

Fried
hard-boiled
poached
over-easy
deviled
scrambled
soft-boiled
pickled
sunny-side up.

Peek-a-boo eggs
egg salad
served on toast
in an omelette
turned into quiche.

Isn't the egg a wonderful food?
Where would we be without it?
There would be no meringue for pie,
Battered and Fried would be no more,
What about cookies, cakes and the like?
Life just would not be the same, without
the glorious egg.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

ELECTRICITY

Many of you know that I lay stuff out the night before in order for mornings to go smoothly. I am not naturally a morning person, so much easier to take care of things the night before.

Somehow last night I forgot to set my alarm. I woke up, looked at the clock and realized I would normally be in the snooze mode. I could have laid there for 3 more minutes, but since my alarm would not be going off, I figured I'd better just get up.

I went downstairs to see if the girls were awake. It felt unusually warm. I checked the thermostat and noticed someone had turned it up-too high. I got closer so I could accurately see to turn it back down. Just as I touched the dial, everything went dark. Hmmm...I think the electricity went out.

I stumbled down the hall, skipping my usual routine of turning on SB's light. Yep! The electricity was most definately out. I roused the girls out of bed assuring them that yes, it was time to get up even though the clocks looked like they were asleep. Back upstairs I went to make lunches.

Ok, now what am I going to make for lunches? I had planned to make them hot lunches and had two thermos' sitting on the counter. So much for planning. Smugly, I thought, "well, I'll get my coffee first, then figure it out," glad that I have the timer set to brew 15 minutes before I get up. But the coffee pot was empty. What? How is this possible? Oh no! The one time I forget to put water in...the morning I don't get a second chance. And why had I thought this would be a good mornng for making eggs for breakfast? What are they going to eat now? Let's see, Hilary likes cold cereal, SB hates it. Sb comes in the room and I offer her cold cereal. Oh wait, she reminds me, she'll just have a slice of that banana bread I made. Darn! I put that in the freezer last night.

I'm proud of my girls. They managed to do their hair and put their makeup on by candlelight-a feat I would have struggled with doing. After dropping them off at the bus stop, I drive to Starbucks for a Vanilla Latte. But wait, why not get just a black coffee? It will be quicker, cheaper, and I can go home and add anything to it I want. Yes, I go for a black, Venti coffee.

When I pull into the driveway, I notice the kitchen light is on. Nice. The electricity was off for just that 1/2 hour it takes to get my kids ready and off to school. Oh well, my coffee pot is already set for tomorrow morning.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Falling Leaves

Who doesn't enjoy jumping into a giant pile of leaves?






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Friday, November 04, 2005

Overwhelmed

Sitting in church yesterday, I was overwhelmed once again at God's plan of salvation. Meditating on how much was accomplished at the cross, how much he gave and provided for us, and how we can have a relationship with the Father because of this gift.

But while sitting there amazed at this incredible gift, another thought crept into my head. What if Ethan is never able to grasp this simple truth? Will he ever understand how much the Father loves him? Although we are born into sin, God sent Jesus to pay the penalty for that sin so a relationship with the Father can be restored, we can be forgiven. What if Ethan goes through life never knowing?

Tears began to flow. This just cannot be...but what if? And then, it was as if I could see the Father reach down with a smile across His loving face. He cradled a little child in his arms and began singing to him. It was a love song as the Father gently rocked.

I know that when a baby dies they are swept away to heaven. (Even those yet to be born.) I believe that we are not held accountable until the age of accountability. I do not know what that magical age is, because all of my children seemed to comprehend the simple truth before they were 6.

It's possible that Ethan may never reach this age of accountability no matter what age he becomes. But the Father in heaven will still take him up as a little child and hold him. At that time, Ethan will know. He will understand how very much he is loved.

"But Jesus said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of heaven." (Matt. 19:14) 10/31/05

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

My Little Magician

My daughter El works at the mall. On Halloween, each store in the mall hands out candy to trick or treaters. Christina asked if I would dress Ethan up and take him to the mall. She had class. So I dressed up our little magician, who by-the-way, is definately some sort of magician the way he can wiggle out of his clothes and get his diaper off.

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Hilary and her friend also dressed up.

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Sadly, Ethan missed getting candy from his aunt. He fell asleep on the way to the mall, and that was the end of his evening.