Our Week at a Glance: Tooth loose and Fancy Free

Whew! What a week! We have had an activity,appointment, play date, or time with friends planned since LAST Sunday. From Sunday to Sunday, we were on the go. The week was jammed packed and through the hustle and bustle of coming and going, my heart was full of joy. And this week is not too different.  I have such great family and friends. I love that I live a life with extended family who want to make our life a part of theirs. Something I felt we lacked living in Morgantown (and the reason I felt so alone living up there. But let me clarify that there are MANY from Morgantown who hold a specail place in my heart and I love dearly and you all know who you are). =)

Yesterday, Monday was just that. A Monday. I make it a point not to clean and do laundry on the weekends (especially when Jeff is off for the weekend), so yesterday I spent most of my day cleaning, cooking, and catching up on four BIG loads of laundry. And then I was pleasantly surprised when one of my BEST friends came by to just hang out. Sarah, your the best! And thank GOODNESS she was here. As we sat catching up on life, I decided we should sit outside on the porch with Gavin. He loves the attention and Layla was napping so we could give him just that and watch all his stunts and power swinging. Well, we step outside and Gavin was outside playing with Boxer (later named Jack), which is his new pet turtle (Mamere found him trying to cross the road, so we rescued him from getting any more damage to his shell). Gavin being the trickster he is tells me his finger is stuck on the back of the turtle. I laugh and say, "yeah, right!" I pause and say "Are you serious?" and his reply "yes." I still wasn't convinced so I go to pick up the turtle....not a good idea. His finger was attached! On the back end! He began to cry and I panicked and thought I should call 911. Then it dawned me that it was the back end of the turtle. Because when you panic, you forget what you know! He was sitting so quietly as if nothing was wrong until I entered the scene. After a little debate of picking it up  or killing it (every time I moved the turtle, he would clamp harder on Gavin's finger), I pick up the turtle, pry his back end shell open and Sarah pulls Gavin's hand and frees his finger. Poor thing, he was so scared. I was thankful for Sarah's calm and peace during a crazy mom moment! So lesson learned. The back end of a turtle is just as bad as the front!

Later that day, we were on our way to the sand box when I sat Layla down only for her to scream while grabbing her shirt. I snatched her up and look and I saw nothing. Again, I panic. I thought...what if it's a black widow! I show Terry and we discovered about five or six stings. =( Poor thing! I didn't see anything flying coming or going, but she had a flowy top on so obviously it was quicker than my eye. She didn't cry long, THANK GOODNESS, so I doctor her up with some backing soda paste. That wasn't eventful enough so Gavin informs me he has pulled his tooth using a string. His tooth has been loose for about a week. He said he was trying to break the dental floss and yanked his tooth out! HA! That has Gavin written all over it! This is his second tooth gone. Just about a month apart! (Due to inflation the tooth fairy raised his reward a dollar!) Layla is getting teeth and Gavin is losing his. I know this sounds so clique, but "where does the time go?"

So, as I reflect back on our busy week, today's agenda has nothing on it! I'm still organizing and doing laundry, but I'm enjoying our day. The kids are playing (well and in good moods) ,the weather is nice, and dinner is cooked, that is worth slowing life down to enjoy!

  

(our little song bird, playing in the bird seed this morning)

As I have said before, life is short...live happy! And that is JUST what I plan on doing today!

Oil Field Blues

What a beautiful day! A perfect Saturday. It's not too hot and my kids are in good humor, yet I can't shake this feeling of blah. I sit and think about all the families who are enjoying the weekend together and here I sit, alone, wishing my husband was home so we could enjoy the day together. I guess I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself and I should shake it off. But the truth is, it's more than just not wanting to be home alone. It's me really wanting to be home alone. A feeling we haven't had in months. I thank God every night that we have a roof over our head and plenty of room. And I am very grateful my mom and step dad have opened their home up to us (and they are easy going roommates), but I am longing to have a place of our own. Where our schedule doesn't interfere with anyone else's. I miss cleaning my own counter tops (yes, I actually miss cleaning my own kitchen). And I miss having a "space" for everything. Satan likes to put thoughts in my head that we may never sell our home, but I know he is just up to his old tricks trying to drag down my faith. And what does that mean? Well, call me crazy but I'm pretty lucky he is trying to do that. That means I'm living my life full of faith and he can't stand the thought of it! God's word is full of promises and 2 Cor. 1:20 says "for all the promises of God in him are yea, and in him Amen."  So, I have faith in knowing what I ask for he has given to me. After all, his Word says "surely I have built thee a house to dwell in forever." Yes, this means our eternal home, but this is also so literal to me. God gave me that scripture (which is a whole new blog of it's own), so I know He has sent someone to buy our home. I just have to wait for them to come forth.

When I opened the computer to write this blog, I thought to myself "some days are diamonds and some days are stone" and I was just have a "stone" kind of day. But as I wrote about how faithful God is, I realized that my day is not going to be a stone kind of day. How could it be? This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it! Though every day is not going to be rainbows and butterflies (especially with me longing to be some where I am not) I have the choice to make the best of each day. Does this mean it doesn't matter that Jeff isn't here with us? NO! I still wish my husband is at home with us and I still long for our own home, but God has blessed us abundantly. He has given Jeff great job and we are living comfortably. 

Normally when these days arise, I call a good friend, my MeMa, or find something fun to do. Today, I opened the computer and wrote. I think it's safe to say I will get much more out of this blog than I first realized!