Do Your Kids Fight in the Car?
I have a solution to that. I don’t know how long the solution may last, but at lease with my sweet hooligans, it has been a couple weeks of relative peace.
Step One:
Have your kids watch this video at least 50 times.
Step Two: Praise the Lord that your kids are watching an entertaining and soul building video for approximately 50 minutes instead of arguing over legos, barbies, a cookie, lint…whatever they usually get combative about.
Step Three: Say to self, “Who the heck is Gungor?” Imagine that he is some enormous Russian SWAT cop that works for the Mint Hill Police Department and wears a strap around his enormous thigh that holds an enormous revolver. Imagine that this guy directs the traffic during dismissal time at your son’s elementary school. Imagine that you don’t even THINK about texting while waiting in line when Gungor is walking the beat.
Oh wait, that’s just me.
You can find out what Gungor really is here to satisfy your curiosity.
Step Four: Play the video about ten more times/enjoy it with your kids/get to know the tune because you will hear it a bunch in the next couple weeks. Explain who “Old Pat Robertson” is. You may have to let your kids get a taste old Pat by letting them watch a bit of what Abby calls, “The 500 Club” (The 700 Club.) Somehow, it makes the flappy eared “Pat Robberson” (as Anthony says) even more hilarious to them.
Step Five: Use this as a teaching opportunity to tell your kids that God indeed does love everyone. Even terrorists. Because they are made in his image. That does not mean He likes what they do, but he loves them because he created them. I likened it to “I love you guys. I don’t like when you fight with each other. But that doesn’t make me love you less, because you are my sweet babies.” Now may even be a time to reinforce the Gospel! The perks of this song never end! 
Step Six: Download “God is Not A White Man” by Gungor (Or really give yourself a treat and download the whole album…SO GOOD!)
Step Seven: Burn it to a CD.
Step Eight: Put it in your car. (If you are like me, you will burn a CD and then it will sit in your computer for three weeks, so this is a crucial step.)
Step Nine: Did you hear bickering? Did someone’s book bag accidentally get to far into someone else’s space? Did someone get candy from the classroom treat box and they aren’t sharing it? Did the sippy cup fall down? MOM…IT’S TIME TO HIT PLAY AND CRANK IT UP.
Step Ten: CRANK IT UP. If your kids are like mine, they will hear the first couple notes, and they will remember the silly video and start singing along and laughing. Then they will want you to play it OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.
And since it is real music and not Barney and Friends or the Wiggles, you will not mind too much. It sure beats listening to the strife and drama that would otherwise cause you to swerve recklessly as you attempt to regain some semblance of order in the vehicle.
Enjoy Moms! Peaceful car rides for all!
A Study of Babies – Eleven Month Edition
Here’s the truth…
Just as predicted around baby’s first birthday in “What to Expect When You’re Expecting,” I am contemplating another baby. (After seminary is over…definitely after seminary is over, God willing!)
I realize that makes me, by some people’s standards, completely insane.
However, motherhood is my calling, and even though my kids drive me up the wall, and I can’t tell you how many times I have said, “If you don’t stop doing that, I am going to go absolutely nuts,” I thoroughly enjoy the sweetness, innocence, joy and hilarity that continues with each child God blesses into our family.
This picture also doesn’t help at all.
This is the three amigos as eleven month old babies.
Can I stop and say that 11 months is where it’s at?
Lucy’s got three words, the first of which is “Mama.”
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Secondly, she has four teeth. I was really not looking forward to her getting teeth, but when she grew one on top and one on the bottom and looked like a little jack ‘o lantern full of adorable, I couldn’t help myself. Extra cheek smooches abounded.
Thirdly, she crawls like she means it.
Fourthly (is there such a word as “fourthly?”): One of my favorite parts of the day is getting her out of her crib. Because she smiles so huge and then she bobs up and down with great excitement. Those chunky legs bending and straightening…I literally feel my heart growing two sizes bigger every morning.
Fifthly: She smiles and laughs at everything. I do mean everything.
Tickle her belly? Laughs.
Head bang like Axl Rose while changing her diaper? Laughs.
Do the tango with her like she’s Maks Chmerkovskiy and we are on Dancing with the Stars? Laughs.
Get her to clap with me to the bluegrass music on Pandora and then play air banjo? Laughs.
I can basically feel free to really throw open the door to my inner dork and she eats it up. I am so blessed to be able to have such an adoring fan.
But here is the real truth…Jason and I could not be bigger, more infatuated fans of Lucy. Her brother and sister come in close behind in this Lucy fanaticism. And we will continue to be, even if she doesn’t want to tango with me anymore. But that won’t happen until she’s at least 55, right?
Happy 11 months, Lucy Goosey! You have been one of the sweetest gifts we’ve ever been given.
Facebook is False
Hi. I am Jill. I am a Facebook addict.
Well, maybe that isn’t true, exactly. But I do love Facebook.
Lately though, Facebook has bothered me some. Mostly my own posts on Facebook. This is why.
If you looked on my page, you would think that I am some sort of super Christian woman with the most adorable kids in the world.
You would think that all we do at our house is laugh and all my kids do are super adorable activities.
This is not a real picture of my life.
I would like to put” my pride aside” and tell you the back stories behind the pictures.
Back Story #1
This looks so sweet. I captioned it: “I love these sweet moments…sticky faced, ear bud sharing, giggling moments.”
I love these moments BECAUSE THEY RARELY HAPPEN! These two goofballs pretty much think it is there job to do the following:
1. Tease/Make a funny face/steal something/make a fart sound.
2. Scream “STOP!” at the top of their lungs/Scream “MOMMY” followed by a tattle at the top of their lungs/Hit/Kick/Pinch.
3. Repeat Steps 1 and 2 a billion times a day.
I know they love each other, deep down inside. I know they will probably grow up and be the best of friends. But this picture? No. This is not a true snapshot of my life.
Back Story #2
Who doesn’t love a baby with spaghetti all over her face? This picture was captioned, “Lucy vs. Spaghetti: Who wins?” You know who wins? The high chair.
Why? Because I am not fastidious about it’s cleanliness. I mean, I keep the tray sanitary, but let’s just say that Baby Girl sits the cheerios she drops down into the seat on a regular basis. Sometimes, if I am really lazy, she might just sit in her own dried up spaghetti mess at the next meal. You are horrified. I know. So am I. But like I said, Facebook does not show that side of things.
Back Story #3
I took this shot after dinner. After I told Abby all day long to please not put Squinkies in her mouth. To please not leave her Squinkies laying around as they are also a choking hazard for Lucy. Then I decided to reinforce my nagging by letting everyone pose together with Squinkies suctioned to their tongues. It really is NO WONDER that the kids don’t take me seriously.
Also, you’d never guess from this picture that we spend our entire dinner time reminding people to sit down, use their fork, not use potty talk and for Pete’s sake, PLEASE SIT DOWN. I always imagined family dinners being somewhat relaxed. Ours can sometimes be that way, and sometimes be a three ring circus of poop jokes, whining and leaning back in a chair and crashing into the sliding glass window. But you won’t see that on Facebook.
Back Story #4
The other day I posted this quote:
“If God really works in everything, why don’t we thank him in everything?
Why be afraid of anything, when God is using everything.” – Ann Voscamp.
I will proudly admit to being a full fledged, full blown, Christ Follower. There is absolutely nothing I believe in more than I believe in the power of Jesus Christ.
But I am not, by any means, a holier than thou, got it all together kind of girl. The reason I need Jesus in my life is because I don’t have it all together. I am a serious work in progress.
Therefore, when I post scripture or quotes, I do it because I am feeling weak that particular day and I need to preach truth to myself. So, in this instance, I was having a pity party kind of week, where nothing made sense and life was unfair and woe is me. Then I read the quote and was reminded that “Oh yeah! God works in every situation, good or bad!” Then I hung on to that truth and stopped throwing a pity party. I starting getting excited at someday finding out how God was going to fit these puzzle pieces of life together instead of banging my head against the wall because I couldn’t make them fit. The more excited I got, the more I was like, “I need to share this with everyone!” So I did.
I remembered to be thankful for hard times, because then I really feel my need for God. I remembered that I can’t control anything. God is in control, and He is good and always faithful! I figured, since I have realized that I am not the only one in the world with problems, that the quote would help out someone else too.
So there you have it. Facebook is false. But I celebrate those sweet moments I capture, as deceptive as they may be in the larger context of my “real” life.
What do you think? Would you be brave enough to post “real” photos? Your kid throwing a tantrum? Your hair in the morning? “Real” dinner time chaos? The inside of your car before you clean it out?
Maybe we can start a revolution to be real and honest! Life is messy! Let’s embrace it!
The Indiana Jones Stunt Spectacular in my Living Room
A couple weeks ago, my kids had a four day weekend.
By day four, they had pretty much run out of ideas to keep themselves busy. I really try and encourage them to use the brains God gave them to come up with their own stuff to do. But it was late afternoon and we were all kind of getting on each others nerves. Anthony suggested that he be allowed to play Lego Indiana Jones on the Wii. I probably snapped at him that he had spent enough time turning his brain to mush with that infernal waste of time.
I am so mean sometimes.
But then an idea struck. Instead of standing there, all rectangular eyed, I suggested that he build his own version of Indiana Jones. I even said he could use all the pillows in the house and other fun props.
All of a sudden, my big kids got to work. I lounged on the sofa with Lucy and watched the movie begin. It became quickly apparent that this was going to be adorable. Therefore, I was quickly moved to record this sweet childishness of theirs.
I present to you:
Starring:
and of course…
As always, a woman has been captured and it is up to Indy to save her.
Indy avoids snakes, cliffs and scales mounds of pillows…
and finally finds a letter…from Linda the Pretty Lady!
Then Indy is off to the rescue (cue the Indiana Jones Theme)!
Of course, he has to fight some enemies…
Who would have ever thought that Windex could be used to defeat the evil Soft Scrub? Certainly not me.
By golly, Adipose (from Dr. Who), you cannot keep Linda the Pretty Lady imprisoned. I am going to rip your legs off! Then I am going to bite you with the few front teeth I possess!
Hooray! He finally reached Linda the Pretty Lady! This is the part of the story where I swoon a little…
These two kids? Pretending to be terrified of that stuffed snake? They generally fight like cats and dogs. Sometimes it seems that their main goal in life is to one up each other and/or drive the other one completely insane, thereby driving their mother completely insane.
Magical moments like this, when they have such fun together, are precious to me. Messing up the entire house with their Indiana Jones set is completely worth it. It gives me hope that deep in the recesses of their hearts, with their sibling rivalry pushed aside for a moment, they actually do love each other.
Short Round? She is much loved by Indy and Linda. She is also mightily confused by all the jumping, leaping and battling going on.
It’s OK, Short Round. In just a few short months, you’ll probably be leaping off the ottoman right along with them.
My prayer for the three of you is that you all stick together and look out for each other, battling the snakes, Soft Scrubs and Adiposes of life, side by side.
I Love So-si-jis
Abby is in Kindergarten.
Kindergarten is the cutest grade because your sweet little Kindergartener brings home gems like this every day:
If you have trouble deciphering her creative spelling, she wrote,
I like hamburgers and jelly and toast. But I really like sosijis (SAUSAGES…OMGosh HOW CUTE IS THAT!). I like food, but renember (she says “re-nember” instead of “remember”, also too cute for words), I like sosij (sausage – AGAIN WITH THE CUTENESS).
I read this, laughed because the girl truly is obsessed with sosij and oh my goodness with the creative way she spells. This mom was tickled.
I then showed Jason, who really loved that she wrote “reenember.”
Then I scooped her up and kiss, kiss, kissed her, because the joy of parenting a child so adorable was hard for me to contain. I needed to express it with at least five minutes of kissing and ticking and kissing. She made it clear that she would have none of this expressive love, because “What’s the big deal Mom? I just like sosij. Geez.”
Well, if I can’t kiss, tickle and kiss, I can show my love in other ways.
Like cooking up a nice batch of sosij for dinner.
Nursing Bra Nightmare
I am sorry I haven’t written in so long. So much has been going on in this little life I lead that I just haven’t had time to write. I hope that now that things have settled some, I can pick up on this little old blog of mine.
I have also had a wicked case of writer’s block. I can’t come up with anything. I figured I should go back to what I know well, start writing, and see what happens.
I know two things well (as far as this blog is concerned). I know how to write about embarrassment and I know how to write about Target.
So here comes an embarrassing Target story!
Over the last couple months, I have been trying harder to “look more attractive.” This means that instead of wondering around greater Charlotte in pajama pants and a hand combed pony tail, I actually shower, apply make up, find something pretty to put on, and accessorize. I have enjoyed it. I feel like I am setting a good precedent for my girls, that they won’t equate “mom” with “ewww.” Or “slobby lady that doesn’t try very hard.”
All that to say that on Fridays, I try especially hard. I get to escape the confines of motherhood and have adult food, laughter and sometimes deep conversation with some students and wives at an RTS Bible study. This particular Friday, I had chosen a cute blouse. It was a pretty blue, sort of abstract print. It made me feel young, modern…hip even. I put it on.
Put together with my favorite jeans, some blue dangle earrings, and my brown riding boots, I felt like a hot mama! There was one thing that bothered me as I looked in the mirror. It was that this shirt seemed to want to slip down and show off my 9 month old nursing bra. The best bra in my nursing arsenal. Let’s call it, “The Old Gray Mare.” The OGM kept rearing its ugly head over my shirt no matter how much I tugged at it. As far as being easy on the eyes, the OGM? She ain’t what she used to be.
Jason walked in and was all appreciative of my look. I told him that I thought I needed a tank top underneath. He asked an odd question…”Do you know what time it is?”
I was like, “Uh, time to put on a tank top?”
He reminded me that I had about 10 minutes to get to a destination 20 minutes away. Late again!
I figured I would just be super aware of my shirt so as to not let the OGM out of the stable, so to speak.
The shirt behaved well at the bible study. The dangle earrings fell out of my ears like five times with all their swinging to and fro. Oh well.
After my mommy time, I zipped home, nursed Lucy, picked up the kids from school, brought them home, and then remembered I had to pick up a prescription at Target. Jason said he would just watch the kids so that I could go out twice by myself. IN ONE DAY!
Needless to say, I lived it up, my extra hour and a half. I zipped out of the driveway, cranked up the radio, and drove toward Target.
As the automatic doors slide open for me, I marched in, breathed that fresh, popcorn-y smelling Target air, and sighed. Ah Target, a poor man’s Anthropologie.
I thought I would peep around at the Dollar Spot. That is always fun. I smiled at everyone and I am sure my body language was screaming: LOOK AT ME! I AM AT TARGET! ALONE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!
I made a return, picked up my prescription, grabbed a couple groceries, and spent some time in the home goods just dreaming about all the fun I could have with the candles and lamps and rugs if I some how hit the Target jackpot. But it was getting late and I knew I had a lovable crew that was probably getting hungry, so I checked out.
The checkout is always where it happens.
And by “it”, I mean, when I realize I have spent an hour and a half blissfully skipping around Target when something was obviously very wrong.
This time, I look down for some reason, and I see my shirt and bra have ganged up against me in the most horrific way.
My shirt had slid far, FAR down. Not only are my straps that reign in the OGM obvious, but they aren’t even hooked back up to her “cups.” The cups, as you can see, are actually loudly neighing over the edge of my shirt. In short, I basically went through Target, feeling cool, when in reality, I was showing off 50% or more of my very old, unhooked nursing bra to everyone.
Upon reflecting on this experience, I just have to believe this stuff doesn’t just happen to me. I mean, it just can’t. But I have clocked plenty of hours at major retailers and grocery stores during my life, and not once have I ever seen a super happy lady with her unhooked nursing bra showing. Not once.
I guess I inadvertently aim to give shoppers once in a lifetime experiences.
So tell me, am I alone here? Or have you ever had a wardrobe malfunction? Do you have an Old Gray Mare? Should I go back to pajama pants and messy pony tails? Let me know!
My New Idea for the New Year
For a long while, I have had this nagging idea in the back of my head about starting a new blog where I can explore some of my thoughts and feelings about my faith. I have been afraid to do so because I worry that I would offend people, or more importantly, lead readers to embrace incorrect biblical ideas and thoughts.
So I haven’t.
Then I picked up Tim Keller’s The Reason for God. And I read this:
A faith without some doubts is like a human body without any antibodies in it. People who blithely go through life too busy or indifferent to ask hard questions about why they believe as they do will find themselves defenseless against either the experience of tragedy or the probing questions of a smart skeptic. A person’s faith can collapse almost overnight if she has failed over the years to listen patiently to her own doubts, which should only be discarded after long reflection.
Believers should acknowledge and wrestle with doubts – not only their own but their friends’ and neighbors’. It is no longer sufficient (in this increasingly skeptic world) to hold your beliefs just because you inherited them. Only if you struggle long and hard with objections to your faith will you be able to provide grounds for your beliefs to skeptics, including yourself, that are plausible rather than ridiculous or offensive. And…such a process will lead you, even after you come to a position of strong faith, to respect and understand those who doubt.” – Tim Keller, The Reason for God.
I was like, Tim Keller? Have you been reading my mind?
So I am going to plunge ahead, as time allows, exploring my questions. I am really excited about it. Part of my excitement comes from just being able to dig into God’s word with more depth to seek in order to find, even if it takes a long time. My other bit of excitement is in knowing that I can share what I find with anyone who has the same questions. I know I am not the only one who wonders the things I wonder.
I want to look into God and suffering, the doctrine of election, the mystery and glory of Jesus Christ, the beauty of the Gospel, Hell, Heaven and whatever else the Holy Spirit prompts me to investigate.
So for 2012, I plan to be all up in Jason’s apologetic books. Please lift me up in prayer as I begin my adventure!
