Arky, arky.

Guess who is having a big, fat birthday, birthday?
It's somebody I miss in the worst way, worst way...

She's fi-nal-ly as old as me, me.

It's la, lolligirl!

(Yes, I may very well be the biggest dork ever -
but if you're still reading this, you can tell that I keep good company!)

I wanted to write a poem but as far as I got was...

Did you ever meet someone without a flaw?
La.
She's so pretty, you just hafta drop your jaw.
La.
She's so generous, she'd give you her own bra...
La.

Anyway, I chose the annoying route because I realize we are in mixed company and THAT poem was going nowhere fast!

Love you, LA!
Happy Birthday to my firstest, bestest mommy friend!

Happiness is having all your little ducks at home, hearing giggles with daddy while you clean up after a good meal, and knowing that this "giggle fest" is going to last for at least another hour or so.
How wonderful!

Goodbye Scraggle-head!

I was at work today and one of the teachers commented on a little girl's hair.

It wasn't A, but I remember thinking earlier today how much that little girl's hair looks like A's.

They said, "Her hair sure does look scraggly and thin. They should cut it and let it grow out again. It would thicken up and look so much better with a bob."

I looked across the fence at my little girl.

Her scraggly, thin, uneven, baby girl hair was blowing through the wind and in her face.

Hint graciously taken. :P

That is when I decided to do this...

Sassy girl!

Jet lag.

On Friday after work, I decided to go out of town with the kids for the weekend.
I hadn't made the trip to Middle-of-Nowhere to visit my grandmother in almost a year.
So I threw some stuff into some bags and off we went.
I didn't call to tell anyone of our plans, so I am sure we look like we're MIA.
Not so.
We're back - just in time to kick it into high gear and start the week all over again.

New name.

J. has been able to write his first and last names for a while now.
I began to get concerned about a week ago when he began to write his first name wrong.
He would at first jumble the letters up, putting them into different order - then he started writing altogether different letters.
Like Celoj. Or hladroc.
Those letters are clearly not his name.
I was worried, so I asked him about it.

He basically said he was bored with his name and wanted to start writing other stuff.
I asked him what kind of stuff he wanted to write and he said, "Secret stuff. And if I tell you what it is, it won't be a secret."
He wants to write in code so I won't know what it is.
Charming...

Getting limber-er.

I have to say thank you for all the heartfelt and wonderful advice coming in comments.
I have read and re-read each one several times.

I cannot tell you that we are getting answers.
But I am getting more limber. (metaphorically speaking)

So there IS something to be said about this game of limbo...

On a positive note: hunny and I are spending lots of time together trying to sort our life out.
We don't have any answers, but we do have each other.

And God already knows the answers anyway.
So if He shuts it or opens it, my job is just to let Him be God.

Just as in the game of limbo, things only get more sprawled out before the games ends...

Seriously, could my posts get any more vague?

It's even funnier when you all know me and know how hard it is for me not to tell-all.
I guess the reason for the uncertainty is so that I'll have nothing to tell you.
We can all be surprised together!!

The title of this post should have been "Chicken Scratch and other such Nonsense"

State of Limbo.

Not that I speak in respect of want: for I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.

Philippians 4:11

I have struggled more with this basic concept than perhaps any other in Christian living.

How does one measure contentment?
How can a person who considers themselves to be ambitious also be content?
Thus far, contentment, by most definitions, has eluded me in adulthood.

I want to be content.

It would seem that Chris and I have landed in a new state.

I have to ask, at the risk of sounding mutinous to the Bible, was the state of 'limbo' in existence during Biblical times?

And if 'Limbo' did exist back then, how did Paul manage to be content there?

Infectious.

My daughter is loved everywhere she goes.

One of the teachers at school last week looked at the way the preschool kids are magnetized to her and remarked on it.

I was walking around with her at the Carnival and realized what a head-turner she is.

Then I got to wondering why that was the case.

She was laughing. And laughing. And laughing.

She has a laugh all her own.

Completely unrestrained.

At its most genuine and unharnessed, it sounds almost maniacal.

We fondly refer to it as her "Mad Hatter" laugh.

She was "gut laughing" at the Carnival last night and people were just drawn to her.

I love that about my daughter. It's all about being full of joy!

Not to mention, she's pretty adorable...

To brag, or not to brag?

THE bathtub.

The sweet smell of victory.

Hey, I'm just taking it one day at a time ladies...

Little A. loves to be girly. Glitter, lip gloss, blush, and perfume...
Every time I put make-up (baby girl pink blush) on A., she starts hopping up and down so she can see it in the mirror.
She's too short to see herself in my mirror without a stool.

Then she says, "Mommy, lift me up. I want to show the mirror how pretty I am."

I hope she never loses that self-image.

I know that even the youngest of beauties are bombarded with negative opinions about the way they look.

She is so beautiful. May she always see the source of her beauty in You, Lord.