2008 May | chatting at the sky

the monster has left the building

May 29, 2008

How to get rid of Monster Mommy in 6 easy steps:

First, recruit backup. A Nana is perfect for the job.

Next, give them a Popsicle anyway, even if they didn’t eat their lunch.

Then, take one of these to wash off the Monster smell. Do not skip this step.

Don’t forget to have one of these. Or, if Monster Mommy is really mean, have two.

Also, be sure to notice the peonies blooming in your front yard. Monster Mommy can’t prevail in their presence.

Finally, remember…you are loved anyway.

Repeat if necessary.

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can I have your attention please

May 29, 2008

Emily has been abducted by Monster Mommy. I repeat: Monster Mommy is on the loose.

She is not playing with her children, not unpacking her messy house, smelling like a hairy factory worker and being generally mean to any person under three feet tall. She cannot be bothered with things like tying shoes or showing compassion. If anyone wants to ride their bike or have a popsicle, it is just too bad. There will be no fun allowed. She is too busy being a monster.

Pray for her swift and safe return.

It’s not looking good.

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In which I prove I have an addictive personality

May 28, 2008

Every now and then, my sister asks if we watch Deadliest Catch. If you’ve never seen it, it’s a show that comes on the Discovery Channel about crab fishing. Every time she asks, I say no. But what I’m really saying is: No, we don’t watch a show about fishing. An hour long show about fishing. An hour long show about cold, wet men who fish for crab from the deck of a cold, wet boat.

And I stood by that response. Until Big David won American Idol and Jim didn’t propose to Pam and I found myself show-less. So one night last week, we watched Deadliest Catch. And now we can’t stop. In fact, we spend nearly every commercial break discussing why:

It comes on every night, multiple times.
It has suspenseful music in the background that makes crabbing seem exciting and important.
We have all these cool new words and phrases to use like “picket hook” and “captain’s string” and “the crew is back at the rail”.
The bad words are bleeped out. Some sentences are just one long bleep.
Sometimes really dangerous things happen like someone gets hit in the head by a picket hook or the crane leaks hydraulic fluid all over the deck. Not to mention the hurricane force winds and the blinding rain…but that’s like, sissy stuff for these guys.

This show has all the makings of a good story: competition, the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat. It is fascinating to watch the way the captains handle failure and success. I keep telling myself I’ll stop watching as soon as we see them catch a full pot. And then we did. And we found ourselves wanting to see it again. It more than justifies the high cost of crab legs.

We also got into this:
the man: I bet people are smarter now that we have tv.
me: What do you mean?
the man: Because how would we ever know about stuff like this otherwise?
me: Yeah. How would we ever know? We are like, so smart.

And then we remembered about books. All the books. All the books that aren’t being read by us because we can learn it from the Discovery Channel.

Let’s be honest. I would never pick up a book about crab fishing. I didn’t think I’d ever watch a show about it either. But now I find myself with Deadliest Catch on my dvr and Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” stuck in my head. That’s the very appropriate theme song. From the show about crabs that I can’t stop watching.

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pre-school pomp

May 26, 2008

They graduated from pre-school on Friday. There was pomp. There was circumstance. There were red caps and gowns. And me? I was easy to pick out of the audience: I was the mommy rolling her eyes.

Not because I don’t love my girls or have tons of pride in what they’ve done this year. More because they are four. And not only do I think caps and gowns should be reserved for graduation from high school, but my girls aren’t really moving on to something different yet, as they will be in pre-K next year at the same school. So we’ll do it all again…except this time their caps and gowns will be white. The big time.
Even though I wasn’t a huge fan of the whole thing, I still managed to push my way to the front row and pull out the zoom lens. One twin made it from the diploma to the sign language Jesus Loves Me. The other ended up in tears, quietly exiting the stage during I’ve Got A Smile In My Pocket. Can you guess which one? I figured no biggie. She’ll have another chance next year.

Then last night as I tucked them in, one of my girls snuggled close and asked, “Mommy, will you stay with me forever?” Instinctive response? Absolutely, baby. Which is, of course, what I said. But I know I can’t really promise forever. I can’t promise that something won’t happen to take me away. I can’t promise health or safety. I can’t promise forever.

Mostly, I just considered the progression of life. There will be a day when I can’t be with her in the ways that I would like. A day when she won’t really want me to stay with her. She might even want me to go away. There will be a day when it just won’t be appropriate to have mommy right there, by her side.

Like with these girls. I have known them since they were 11. And now, they are graduating from high school. Back then, they were awkward and shy, giggly and fragile. And now they are adults…women with kind hearts, real cars and nicely painted toenails. They have majors and boyfriends and plans. Lots of plans.

And they all have mommies. Mommies like me who never thought it would come to this. But something else all these girls have? They all have Jesus. I’d like to think, as one of their small group leaders, I played a small role in them getting to know Him better. What an honor if that’s true. Mostly, it’s a relief.

Because their mommies can’t go with them on their first day of college. She won’t pack their lunch. She won’t get a call from their teacher b/c they are afraid to go to the bathroom. She won’t take them to Chick-fil-a after Calculus. But they have a Savior who delights in them and promises His presence with them. He can go with them. He will go with them. He will be with them forever.

That is the only reason why a sentimental mommy like me can rest. Because even though this graduation wasn’t real, the day will come when it will be. And I think my job as a mommy is to depend on Jesus: to allow him to meet my needs so I can meet their needs. And as they grow, they will be learning to go to Him themselves. Because He alone is the only one who can promise them forever.

What a relief.

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introducing Little Debbie

May 21, 2008

Let me be clear: I am no dessert snob. I have friends who are dessert snobs and the idea of eating chocolate that comes in cellophane is nothing short of an oxymoron. When it comes to sweets, I’m pretty impartial. Not to say that I always like the sweets I eat…just that almost anything will do when the craving hits.

Enter Little Debbie.

Our relationship goes way back to high school when my girlfriends and I would go to the beach first week. You know, the first week of summer. Does everyone call this first week?

These girlfriends and I called ourselves HCAEB (pronounced ha-KAY-ub), which was BEACH spelled backwards. The oh-so-cool thing was that it was also our initials: Heather, Catherine, Alica, Emily, Brandy. Why we didn’t just call ourselves “beach” I’ll never know. Granted, beach is kind of lame. But compared to what we settled on, well…I guess that’s just 9th grade.

We would go grocery shopping right when we got there (or maybe right before we left home?) which was a good thing because if not, we would have had to go the whole week without cool ranch doritos, cherry coke and several boxes of Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls. I don’t know which one of us started the Swiss Cake Roll obsession, but start it did. Since then I have ventured out into the other things Little Debbie had to offer: the fancy cakes, the zebra cakes, the fudge round.
This was the snack of choice I wrote about yesterday. Several of you commented that you didn’t know what a fudge round is. Does this look familiar? Do you not know about Little Debbie? Is she not a nationwide friend? Maybe you’ve heard of the fudge round’s mom, the oatmeal cream pie?

Anyone up for a snack cake?

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a little more crazy

May 20, 2008

I bought fudge rounds today. I haven’t bought fudge rounds since 1992.

I needed them, though, because the chocolate cake my mom left here from my dad’s birthday is gone. Took care of that entirely by myself. She only brought half the cake. But still. And yes, I am looking forward to the mint chocolate chip ice cream tonight.

I don’t know what’s up with my sweet tooth. I’ve got a mouth full of sweet teeth.

I think its the house. I haven’t named her yet. Well, not gonna lie, I kind of have. But I’m waiting a while before I start really calling her that just to be sure it fits. Kind of like how you don’t wanna tell the fam the name of your baby before it’s born because what if you change your mind and they’ve already ordered the monogram.
I’ve learned a lot about her over the past 3 weeks, though. I think she was a little reluctant about us coming in and changing things all up. She’s pretty traditional…not crazy about change. Speaking of change, I took this photo last week. Then the Nester came and borrowed things from this room to nest up the rest of the rooms, leaving this room looking rather bare. Lots of rooms in this house. I wasn’t sure if I would like that at first, as “the open floor plan” is kind of the thing these days.I’ve been enjoying it so far. There are lots of places to be. And I’m all about being. It also leaves a lot more places for toys to be. As you can clearly see, here on our table right off the kitchen.

Which brings me back to the fudge rounds.
Look at her. She’s totally mocking me. It’s all her fault. All this thinking and nesting and hammering and cleaning. I’m lucky my sweet teeth are my biggest problem. That and the whole house name commitment thing.

I will let you know when I’ve settled on one…in plenty of time for you to order that monogram.

the monster has left the building

can I have your attention please

In which I prove I have an addictive personality

pre-school pomp

introducing Little Debbie

a little more crazy

it was only a matter of time

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