This week and More

Random photos of the last few days, weeks, months,
or whatever strikes my fancy today.
That’s how we roll right now.
Last minute, whatever sounds good.

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I am feeling slightly sleep deprived,
I think an afternoon coffee would be in order.
Pinterest produced a recipe for a Salted Caramel Mocha Latte
and it seems to be calling my name. rather loudly.

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Fall is in the air.
Never mind, not just in the air,
it’s all over the ground already.
As in hundreds of leaves.
Aside from the falling leaves,
we had a very good bag of Gala Apples
that were feasted upon.
Since they were on the table,
and that is Little Ones favorite spot,
we often found an apple with a small bite out of it.

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Speaking of Little One.
If she is hiding under the desk or behind the chair,
she is usually doing something naughty.
She had a tube of chap stick that she quickly stuck in the cooler.

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After hearing much wailing,
Mom snaps, “Reagan, share the helmet!”
A muffled voice replied, “Well, by my calculations, it’s not his turn yet!”

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One of the last warm days we had, he had the hose!

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Everything close to him was completely soaked until he was done.
As in windows, sister and all. yes. everything.

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He dumped water down the slide to make it “much more slicker”
and so it was. Rather got out of hand on him. :)

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There are days it is necessary to wear a head lamp to do your naughty work.

For the life of me I cannot spell necessary. not ever.
Spell Check, let me count the ways I love thee!

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Today is “fight with your sibling day.”
Oh seriously, how could you not know (hear) that?

Maybe that’s why there is a for sale sign at the neighbors.

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R: “You’re the cat and I’m the dog.”
D: “No!”
R: “Ok, I’m the dog and you’re the cat.”
D: “Noooooo!”
(This used to work on him but not anymore.)

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Where is this man when I need him to keep the peace?
Oh, yes, how could I forget, he has a job too!

Read this in your best whiny-wailing voice:
“Reagan just went and zoomed right straight into the bathroom
just right in front of me and now I can’t go because she just zoomed
in before I could and now she’s just in there and I can’t gooooooooo.”

Yeah. It’s that kind of day.

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All at once Mr D decided he wants to do school work, so we shall.
He had zero interest in this until the girls started school.

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“Mom, if you see a worm, don’t even take one swallow!”
Thanks for the warning. I’ll try and refrain
although I am trying to imagine why a worm
would be close enough for me to swallow.

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This was my lunch on Salsa day.
Try it some day.
I’ll probably be receiving a hefty donation
from the Oreo company for starting a fad like this.
(Do you think they’ll see it’s not the real Oreo brand?)

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“Mom, where are we?”

“Ohhh, I see our lane!”

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This ^^ has become a bit of a problem.
If I hear a loud “Yeah!” from anywhere in the house,
usually behind the chair,
I know that she has found the phone and is trying to find her app.

How did this happen?
My 18 month old can run my phone.

So, everything is put up high.
Not that it does any good,
because with the help of a chair,
she can climb anywhere she pleases.

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When he hears it, he is attached to her side.
They really don’t watch much
but give them the chance and they are happy to oblige!

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 You can only ignore wailing so long.
Adios.

That Mama Drama

Be completely humble and gentle:
be patient,
bearing with one another in love.
Eph 4:2

 As a mom of 4,
I know all to well what happens
when stress takes over.

Trying to get ready to go somewhere,
{4 minutes left}
kids are suppose to be ready…
but 1 can’t find his shoes,
1 forgot to brush her teeth,
the other one is reading,
and the 4th is in a state of total undress.

2 words:
Mama Drama.

Snapping. Yelling.
Pushing the kids along.
S-t-r-e-s-s-i-n-g!
And usually one of them ends up crying.

Why?
All because Mom lost her cool.
Emotions spun out of control and I took it out on them,
I didn’t think before I talked or yelled.
With the pressure still rising,
everything humble, gentle and patient
has long flown out the window.

Because of my drama,
kids start having melt downs
and fighting between them increases
at the speed of a race car!
Now instead of just yelling about getting ready,
I’m loosing my cool over the fighting.

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On the other hand,
what would happen if I choose not to take it out on them?
If I choose humbleness, gentleness and patience with them,
especially when stress is at an all time high?
It has to be a choice, believe me I know,
because it doesn’t come naturally.

How much more smoothly would things go
if I pulled away from the wreck I created
and took a ‘time out’ for myself?
If there isn’t time to pull away,
breathe deep to Jesus.
“Jesus, help me! I need wisdom and self control!”

He will be there.
He will help.

A quote I read that got me thinking about this:

“When you surrender your emotions, actions and reactions to God,
peace can become your new norm.”

~May peace be your norm this week!

 

School Time

Say it isn’t so.
Those early mornings.
That early bedtime.
Daily runs to and from.
Homework. (they better not yet)
Studying for tests.
Bible memory.
And lunches.
Who could forget packing those!

School it is.
Here already.

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{Reagan – 3rd grade}

She was very excited this morning.
And a little sad.
She has to leave her beloved Miss Lois
behind and move on to the next room.
Miss Katie will be a wonderful teacher, I’m sure.

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{Madison – 6th grade}

Madison was nervous this morning,
leaving Miss Britt and moving up with the big guys.
She was ready to go back,
but reading all day appealed a little more.
Last night she says,
“Don’t you feel sorry for us,
for tomorrow we will be confined to the chains
of the prison called school!”

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{The 2 inside were less the happy}

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I think they were ready.
Restlessness had set in and they needed
a schedule and more to do.
Now I have a schedule too and more to do.
More to do would refer to the Little One around here.
I guess she notices the change because
we have not had a very good morning.
If she’s not whining around my legs,
she’s running away with Dakota’s toys!
I’m hoping in a few days we’ll have a new normal.

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How can I have daughters in 6th and 3rd grade?
What happened?
Am I not still 20 years old?
I was yesterday!
Or at least I thought so in my mind.

Sometimes I look around and I wonder,
“How did I get here? Are these my children?
I’m not old enough to be a mom to these kids!”

But the ones I call mine keep hanging around,
acting like I know what I’m doing in this parenting realm…
so I guess I’ll keep trying.

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3 happy purple 3rd graders.

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And we’re off to another good year.

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Bless you teachers as you teach!
I for one, sure am happy for the job you do!

Of Fishing With Kids

And then there is Monday,
that day after a relaxing weekend.
Yeah, THAT day.
The day my brain refuses to function correctly.

It was a good weekend.
The first one since the middle of June
that we have been home the entire weekend with nothing calling our name.
We caught up on a few things around here
and then took the kids fishing at Grandpa’s pond Sat night.

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Fishing.
Not my favorite activity, by a long shot.
Worms, gills and slim,
never mind flying hooks, mud
and a total 3 ring circus.
I should have sold tickets!
I think we “fished” for over 20 minutes
before Eric ever cast his line.

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See photos for case in point.
There was always someone needing something.
Where was I besides taking photos?
Dodging hooks and doing the same thing he was doing!

Madison caught a bunch of fish to start with.
I get half the credit for all hers caught
because I baited the hook and then took them off.
She is one of those non-touchers when it comes to anything gross.
Her version is that she will do anything else, just not worms.
I finally told her if she wants to fish she has to do it all herself.
Reagan pipes up and says, “Oh I’ll do it for you!”
Yeah, I didn’t have to bait any for her.

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And this guy.
We baited, tossed and he slowly reeled.
Repeat process.
At one point Eric picked up the pole at the same time the fish bit.
Mr D still think he caught that fish!
And yes, he is quite happy fishing with a pink pole.
Please don’t ruin that or you will be buying him a blue one.

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She finally managed to snag a half decent one.
Don’t ask me what it’s called.
All I know was that it was 15 inches long and
she refused to hold it for a picture.

(Have you seen Eric fishing yet? Nope!)

While that was in progress Reagan snagged her line.
After much yanking and yelling, it was still not coming loose.
The Dad to the rescue. again.

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We finally found a good spot for him to sit.
It was getting dangerous to even stand still
for fear of being hooked.
He sat here for the longest time,
never moving except to yell that he’s not catching anything.
One time I looked over to see him standing, watering the pond.
Must have worked because he caught one soon after that.

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If someone caught a fish in one spot,
everyone else ran to that spot.
Reagan caught a little one from the boat next.
If it’s the same one, I don’t feel sorry for him.

The Father of the tribe made his escape as you can see,
and let me deal with worms and hooks.

What happened next across the pond,
I wish I had on video, but since we don’t,
we can only hope you have a good imagination.

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He caught the biggest fish ever caught in this little pond
and such hooping and hollering you have never seen!
He was quite happy with his 21.5 incher.
It just might have been worth 20 minutes of baiting hooks to catch this guy.

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And because we had enough fish and Eric caught a bigger one,
Madison had to let hers go.
She was not amused about it at all,
but was willing to carry it over and drop him in.

All in all, they called it a good evening but
I for one am not asking for a repeat.
Next time we go, I’ll let you know.
If you should decide to come watch,
just know you’ll be doing more then watching.