More Preschool Fun!

I don’t think this will ever be a homeschool blog. Although I’m not quite sure what that means.

After all, the most blog-worthy thing that has happened today is when Blondie announced that her flip-flops were magical.

“Wanna see?! They’re magical!!” she said excitedly as she took off her shiny shoes and thumped them on the floor. And then, when Cuddle Bug and Tiny Dancer failed to see the magic, she burst into tears.

But my mommy-hood does involve a lot of schooling, and I know that many of yours does too. I’ve recently made the declaration (to a fellow homeschool mom, not to my kiddos) that I will either thoroughly enjoy homeschooling, or “I will send them off to school!”

I like to threaten myself. It’s surprisingly effective.

Because I really have no intention of sending them to school, at least for a few more years, I’m putting an increased effort into making learning fun.

Here’s the latest:

I just had a sneaking suspicion that the bright colors would make them come close to begging me for school time. And I was right! I think they’ve retained more this week than they have in quite some time. Now I just need to find some lower case foam letters so that I can make these cards for all seventy phonograms. I found the upper case at Family Dollar, for, yeah, a dollar!

Oh, and if I can encourage anyone from my gene pool to love, even like, math, I will consider it a hugesuccess!

For those of you who are homeschooling young children, what is your plan for the summer? At this point our schedule is still very light; so, for retentions sake, I think we’ll just continue all year.
If you’re planning summer school for your kids, do you have a plan for turning up the fun? Let us know!
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A Little Post Script

I am, once again, overwhelmed by your response to my latest therapy session personal post. If opening myself up, and then quite recklessly pouring myself out, is a blessing to even a few of you, I’ll just keep on doing it (at least as the need arises).

I will most definitely respond to and thank each of you individually, but I just wanted to publicly share something that the Lord reiterated to my heart as I walked with my kiddos this afternoon. It’s a truth that I used to practice quite effectively, but I have grown very lax in remembering it lately.

When the painful memories come, they probably bring with them anger toward the person you blame for the pain. You might even succumb, as I have, to those imaginary conversations that can leave you reeling.

The anger isn’t really the problem, the direction of the anger is. I have found, and am now finding, a great deal of peace by continually bringing to mind two things. One, the Lord is my savior and protector (not the people He uses). Two, Satan is my enemy (not the people he uses).

If you’re going to be angry, be angry at sin. Be angry at the darkness. Be angry at the enemy. Our God WILL win the war, we’re just waiting out the battles.

I hope that blesses some of you like it does me.

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My Personal Bed of Roses

I used to open a new Word document every time I had something to say. Now, I open my blog account. I’m not sure whether this is a positive or a negative evolution (as far as the random web-surfing reader is concerned).

Basically, this blog reads pretty much like my old Word docs (with the addition of the occasional joke or photo). I have every intention of keeping it real.

So, here goes…

Many people in this world have gone through a whole heck of a lot more than I have. Please know that I know this. I’ve never lost a child or even had to watch one suffer severe illness. However, my greatest trials have been magnified by the fact that they are not things one is supposed to openly speak about.

The problem with secrets (especially dark and personal ones) is that when Satan attacks us with the pain of them, we are often too ashamed, embarrassed, or even debilitated to do anything about it. When pain is instantly induced into an otherwise restored life, that’s just Satan shooting an arrow of doubt. But we tend to accept the arrows, believing that we haven’t been healed.

Can I just tell you myself that this is a lie!

For about three months now, I have been bombarded with painful thoughts and memories. Who have I talked to about this? No one, not even God.

I can hardly explain away my hypocrisy in failing to confess this burdensome trial, but I believe I’m going to share an important lesson with you now.

Once again, God has showed me something extraordinary from my favorite passage of scripture. Isn’t it amazing to read a book that is actually alive!

Philippians 4:4Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! 5Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. 6Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. 7And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.
8Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. 9Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.

It seems that I keep trying, out of my own strength, to obey verses eight and nine. Problem is, that’s the fifth step! I’ve been trying to read the Bible like I read a cookbook (not a good idea for someone who likes to improvise).

Follow the recipe!

God tells us what to do with pain, and fear, and anxiety, because He knows who our enemy is. He knows we will face it, and He loves us too much to watch us go it alone.

When Satan has attacked me with painful memories, I’ve tried to counter with, “No, I will only focus on whatever is lovely and pure!” Well, either that or I’ve just wallowed in self-pity. I think I’ve at least earned an E for effort. Even with my best intentions, I eventually fall flat on my face. This is, of course, entirely my fault, because God has already told me what to do in verses four through seven.

As an example…

The answer to verse four, in my life, should be: Jesus, thank you for redeeming my life from the pit. You truly are an awesome Savior!

Verse 5: I know you are with me.

Verse 6: Help me to just breathe. And I ask you to keep Satan’s thoughts far from mine. He is tormenting me with memories and thoughts that I do not want. Deliver me by your grace!

Verse 7: Thank you for guarding my heart and mind from the enemy! Your peace is indescribable.

Verse 8: Please reveal to me the many blessings in my life, and help me to focus on your glory and grace.

Verse nine really seems like a gimme after all of that, doesn’t it? I mean, of course continued peace would follow such obedience.


Like a child, I do not want to do the very things that would make my life the most pleasant (even things as simple as praying for protection, or confessing weakness). I want to skip ahead and do things in my own, infective, way.

I think I’m just gonna stop there because I’m thoroughly convicted.

What I need is some time before the Lord!

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Boys and Girls

Last night, Lil Prince was running around like the Tasmanian Devil, climbing onto the toy box and jumping off with more exuberant energy than is recommended for his height and weight. Every time he leapt he would yell to wake the dead, “I AM Spiderman!”

Bay Bit was running a close second, but every time she jumped she would yell out, “I AM Sleeping Beauty!”
Today, for a few minutes after dinner, I turned them loose in the yard to play. I looked out just in time to see Bay Bit carefully positioning herself, face down, on the deck. “What are you doing, Sweetie?” I asked.
“Lil Prince shot me!” she said gleefully.
I turned to see her wilder half who was wearing his best tough guy face and pointing a stick at his sister.

And, of course, I had to get my own shot at of the victim. I think she has the Sleeping Beauty role down pat.

P.S. Yes, my daughter does own other clothes (too many, actually), but she seems to have a special bond with her new dress from Grandmama.

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Baby Fat *UPDATED*

Baby Bear will be four weeks old tomorrow. Honestly, sometimes I feel like my kids will be grown and leaving home in a mere matter of days. If anyone has any ideas on how to slow this ride, I’m totally open to hearing them.

Baby Bear’s upcoming one month birthday also means it’s been about a month since I delivered him. This opens up a whole can of chocolate frosting worms, for me, about my weight.

I stepped on the scale, for the first time postpartum, early this morning. For the sake of keeping it real, although you must know it causes me some pain, I’ll admit that I currently weigh more than I have ever weighed at this point after childbirth.

And I’m not OK with that.

I was going to post my actual weight, but then I thought twice. Some of you would think it was a lot (and would politely say nothing), while others would think, “Hey, that’s not so bad.” and would tell me so, completely zapping my drive. So, I’ll just say that I have about thirty pounds to lose. I’d be happy with twenty, I guess, cause that’s what it will take to get me out of maternity and back into my old (pre-this-pregnancy but post two other pregnancies) clothes!

I guess I’m officially out of my twenties. I can only hope I’m not about the face the same horror I faced when I passed twenty-five, and ice cream was no longer invited to my birthday party!

This morning I started the same three week diet I have completed after both previous pregnancies. No, I don’t expect to lose thirty pounds in three weeks, but I am hoping to get a running start.

Here’s the plan:

Week 1: No sugar (at all). 3 liters of water per day.
Week 2: No sugar, no white flour. 3 liters of water per day.
Week 3: No white flour, no dessert. 3 liters of water per day.

Now, this is the exact plan I have followed twice before, but I’m extra nervous this time. Basically, this “diet” means I can stuff myself all day long, I just can’t eat junk (sigh). It’s a good thing the kids and I have been talking about diligence this week, because I’m going to need all the guilt help I can get!;)

Updates will most definitely follow.

*While I understand that you only mean to bless me, I’d really appreciate support of my healthy three week plan (cause it’s important to me). And I SO appreciate those of you who are already being supportive! I ate and ate and ate yesterday and today…I just didn’t have anything with refined sugar in it (honey and fruit are my friends). And really, that wouldn’t hurt any of us. Please remember, this isn’t my first rodeo, and I know what my healthy body looks like (and I certainly know how to make enough milk! Ha!). But really, thanks for caring so much!

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