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Senin, 30 Juni 2008

Hot weather finally:

We complained about it being cold. Oh, it was a cold spring. Now it is hot. Yesterday, I opened my mouth to complain about the heat and promptly closed it as I saw our row of winter coats hanging by the back door, having just been used a few weeks ago. It reached nearly 100 degrees yesterday and we set up the pool. We bought it at the Bi-mart at the beginning of the week when it was still 60 degrees and there were a few little plastic pools left. We buy lots of things at Bi-mart. I couldn't imagine life without it. 

Emma loves the pool and Mandy loves the pool. They played in it 3 times yesterday, the umbrella set up as appropriate shade. I sat in the lawn chair and wished for a good book. I have 3 books home from the library right now and none of them are good.  I have a rule about reading books. It matters little that the rule it ridiculous, it is just my rule. Books I start that do not grab my attention in the first chapter get put back in the bag to be returned to the library. Books that grab my attention and hold it for more than the first chapter must be finished. Even if the first chapter held the best contents in the whole book, I still feel compelled to finish it. I am not sure why I have this rule. Although, I hear my sister chanting cruelly in my head, "You always quit things. You are a quitter." I think that chant was after a particularly bad game of Monopoly that I couldn't stand any long and I quit. OK, so I kinda had a reputation for quitting Monopoly or any game really, that I wasn't winning. It lives with me, obviously to this day. So, the 3 books from the library all failed me in the first chapter and are back in the return bag so that I don't have to be reminded that I quit reading them.

Instead of reading a good book, I worked on my tan, took pictures of the girls, looked at my plants for about 15 minutes thinking they needed water, and worked on my tan some more.

This is how much Emma love the pool. 


Let me tell you how much Mandy loves the pool. Na, I'll just let the pictures do that.


I cannot resist chubby baby buns. I did not resist and I took the picture. And here I am posting it for the world to see. Sorry Mandy. I will remove this particular post when you are old enough to hate chub on your buns and thighs. For now, I'll just love it to pieces and take pictures.
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Sabtu, 28 Juni 2008

The new face of Revlon Frost and Glo


It's time for a change. I really wanted some blond highlights in my hair for the summer -- nothing says summer like blond highlights. My budget does not allow for $100 beauty salon pampering, so off I went to the Bi-Mart for some Frost and Glo, on sale for $4.99.

I have plenty of experience coloring my hair. I've done the at home kits since I was 16 and my mother first allowed me to do the 28 day hair dye. By the way, anything that only stays around for 28 days is not going to be very dramatic and "dramatic" is my middle name. I moved from the sissy temp stuff to harder dyes like Natural Instincts, Medium Golden Brown. My hair was already medium brown. Now you are beginning to see the dramatic side of my personality in full force. I've gone through all the brown shades through the years, from Auburn to Light Honey Brown. I answer people's questions, "What is you natural color?" with, "I have no idea because I've died my hair for so long." (It's been 3 months since I colored and I have no signs of different colored roots). I think my natural color is Medium Golden Brown.

This time was going to be different. No more boring brown. I wanted something bold and daring. I wanted my blond highlights to pop, to make people finally realize the dramatic person that I am. They would see me coming and say, "Wow, she has dramatic hair. I bet she paid $100 to have those bold highlights done." So I summoned up my courage, strapped on the Frost and Glo cap and started pulling big, thick chunks of my hair through the holes. The directions said:

For a subtle effect, pull hair through every other hole in cap. I pulled hair through EVERY hole in the cap!

Leave product on for 15-20 minutes for light brown highlights or 30 minutes for blond highlights.  I left the product on for 45 minutes. I wanted dramatic!

I was terrified as I waited. What if it was too light? What if I had to make a run to the Bi-mart with a hat on my head to by another Natural Instincts, Medium Golden Brown? Looking in the mirror with that frightening cap on my head, I saw white blond hair sticking through the holes. Ahh! I had done it this time. It was too much. It was too long of a time for that product to sit on my brown hair. I took the cap off and quickly washed my hair, as per the instructions. Then I looked in the mirror.... where did all that blond go? I stepped as close to the mirror as the bathroom sink would allow.... Looking, looking.  Seriously, did I do anything to my hair?





After I dried my hair, the results were in. Very, very subtle results. My husband commented when he came home that evening, "I thought you said you were doing something 'dramatic' with your hair today. You didn't have time?" 

Glare, glare, sniff, sniff.... tears. "I did the Frost and Glo and this is it! My dramatic do is nothing like the picture on the box!" 

He held me close, patted by back and said, "It never is, honey. It never is."


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Jumat, 27 Juni 2008

AMAZINGLY SIMPLE HOME REMEDIES

1.AVOID CUTTING YOURSELF WHEN SLICING VEGETABLES BY GETTING SOMEONE ELSE TO HOLD THE VEGETABLES WHILE YOU CHOP.

2.AVOID ARGUMENTS WITH THE FEMALES ABOUT LIFTING THE TOILET SEAT BY USING THE SINK.

3.FOR HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE SUFFERERS ~ SIMPLY CUT YOURSELF AND BLEED FOR A FEW MINUTES, THUS REDUCING THE PRESSURE ON YOUR VEINS. REMEMBER TO USE A TIMER.

4.A MOUSE TRAP PLACED ON TOP OF YOUR ALARM CLOCK WILL PREVENT YOU FROM ROLLING OVER AND GOING BACK TO SLEEP AFTER YOU HIT THE SNOOZE BUTTON.

5.IF YOU HAVE A BAD COUGH, TAKE A LARGE DOSE OF LAXATIVES. YOU'LL BE AFRAID TO COUGH.

6.YOU ONLY NEED TWO TOOLS IN LIFE - WD-40 AND DUCT TAPE. IF IT DOESN'T MOVE AND SHOULD, USE THE WD-40. IF IT SHOULDN'T MOVE AND DOES, USE THE DUCT TAPE.

7.IF YOU CAN'T FIX IT WITH A HAMMER, YOU'VE GOT AN ELECTRICAL PROBLEM.

8.DAILY THOUGHT: SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES - NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY BRING A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN PUSHED DOWN THE STAIRS.

From a recent FW 

I am here to help.
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Kamis, 26 Juni 2008

Mandy's Developmental Milestone

So far, Mandy can't climb up a step. She sits at the bottom of the stairs and bangs, wanting up, but not knowing how to climb. My baby can't climb stairs...


And then I found her in the dishwasher this morning.


I guess she can climb now. Let the fun begin!
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Rabu, 25 Juni 2008

My take on Barbie:

I recently conducted a poll on the blog regarding the appropriate age to introduce Barbies to children. I was interested in the findings. The majority of my readers believe that a child should play with Barbies when she shows interest. (For this conversation, I will continue to use the "she" pronoun since I am talking specifically about my girls, and if your "he" is playing with Barbies, well, I don't know how to help you there). There were some who answered the poll who think Barbies should not be introduced, land sakes, never!


I grew up playing with Barbies. My sister and I had the ultimate Barbie houses that my dad built for us. They were 2 story, painted white, with 2 bedrooms upstairs and a great room down stairs, compete with different carpet and linoleum choices in each room. I remember hours and hours of fun playing with Barbies; the fun clothes, accessories, and the really fun furniture that my Grandpa Harv made for us. Growing up, even into mommy-hood, I assumed that all little girls played with Barbies and of course, my little girls would play with them too. Then, slowly I realized there is quite a debate about the dolls. Barbie comes with some baggage that isn't so cute, pink, and desirable.


The source of the controversy is Barbie's anatomically correct depiction of the female body -- however unrealistic it may be. Barbie is not a baby, like children often innocently play with. Barbie is a working woman of the world who wears skimpy, provocative clothing, that cling tightly to her double D plastic chest. She runs around with a hunk, named Ken, and together they teach little girls that to have value you must be tall, skinny, tanned, wear sexy clothes, have a very high paying job, and love pink. She has a powerful influence, starting at a very young age, on how a girl perceives her own body and what beauty is.


When I was playing with Barbies, 20 years ago, none of the above mentioned concerns entered my brain. I was sheltered in a happy, loving home. My Barbies wore pretty clothes, that either my mom or grammy made for them, or I fashioned together with hot glue and fray-check (I have always had excessive creative energy). My Barbies were innocent like me and my sister and we played happily with them in a grown-up world, not too different than the grown-up lives we observed. Well, Barbie was always really rich. She went on vacation in her pink convertible a lot.


Recently, while preparing Emma's new bedroom, we came across the big tote full of my old Barbie paraphernalia. When Emma saw all the pink miniature furniture and doll clothes, she said, "Oooh, I want to see." Keep in mind I was painting and moving and organizing with 2 little ones underfoot. I realized that opening the box was also starting the influence of Barbie. I had no convictions, just all the data, rumors, concerns, and worries running around in my head. I didn't have time to sort it all out, so I left Emma to explore the Barbies. It has been since then that I realized that I needed to make sure of my stand on what Barbie is and what she teaches with her perfect, tanned body.


It has been a few months since Emma discovered Barbies and she plays with them a few times a week. She enjoys them, but likes books and playing outside more. I am watchful of her play and like to observe the attitudes and thoughts that come out as she mimics the adult lives she sees. The Barbies, named Katie and Eesa, carry out activities like going to bed, waking at 7 am, getting dressed, making their beds, going potty, watching movies, making cookies in the deluxe kitchen, holding Skipper (she is often sick and needs comforting), driving to the store to buy milk, getting gas (that girl really goes through gas -- you would think she knew nothing of the rising costs!), killing flies with the tennis racket, shooting birds with binoculars, combing their hair, going to Sunday school....  So far, her play is so innocent. Is a time coming where Barbie will teach my daughter things I will regret?



Girls especially are bombarded with influences telling her that she needs to be this/that/perfect, while I want to teach my girls what the Bible says. The Bible teaches us that we are "fearfully and wonderfully made" (Psalm 139:14) and that our bodies are temples for the Holy Spirit (1 Corinthians 6:19).  The last thing I want to do it expose my daughter to an unrealistic icon that will give her a negative body image. People Magazine did a body image survey of 1,000 women, aged 18-55.  Only 10% said they were completely satisfied with their bodies.  And 80% said images of women on TV and in the movies made them feel insecure.  How insecure?  So insecure that 93% have tried to lose weight, 34% have had or would have cosmetic surgery, and 34% said they would be willing to try a diet "even if it posed at least a slight health risk"!  This survey didn't address the causes of why woman have such a negative attitude about what God gave them. I've come to my own conclusion about Barbies. Let me reiterate that this is just my opinion. You should do what you think is right in your family. In the end, my daughters are my responsibility and God gave me and my husband the awesome privilege to raise our girls in the way they should go so that someday, they will not depart from it (Proverbs 22:6).


There are many influences in a child's emotional and phycological development, namely the home life, friends, and media.

1. The home life includes everything my daughters are taught in our home, verbal or non verbal by me and my husband and from siblings. In regard to self-image, my daughters observe my attitude toward my body, heathy or unhealthy eating habits, and my excersize routine. 

2. Friends are another huge influence. While I have control about what is taught in my home, I have less control over what friends may teach my children. Other kids have a whole other set of influences that are effecting who they become -- whether good or bad.

3. Media includes everything my children see and hear from public sources. I include toys in the media mix because they are marketed by an outside source with an agenda that my children absorb. From the silly, "meaningless" cartoons kids see, to the television programs they see me glued to, the children are learning. As they get older, internet and magazines will be important as well.




Everything that my child sees and hears will effect her. She will form an opinion on a subject with a child-like perspective. Barbie's ready-made body image is just one of the many influences and I think it is a small one. My goal is to make Emma's home (and Mandy's too, but for now she is just trying to swallow Barbie shoes) a place of safety and security, to teach her about God's image of her. I do this by talking to her about her body. I tell her she is beautiful, valued and that God made her special. Her father also has a dynamic role on how she will come to view her body image. Both our girls hear compliments from their daddy and also hear daddy complimenting mommy (that man does go on and on about the girls in his life :). We also limit the exposure our children get to outside media, even friends. The girls' biggest influence at this time is from our home. And for that reason, I see no problem letting Emma play with a doll that has anatomically correct body parts. Nothing in her life tells her that Barbie's body is perfect or that boys only like Barbie bodies. Her innocence tells her that Barbie is just like mommy, as she points to the not-little-girl bust and says, "Like mommy's." Thanks, darling. I'll take that comparison after breast-feeding 2 children and not tell you any different. 


If the day comes when she shows sign of not measuring up to the Barbie-doll image, I think other influences in her life should be looked at as well, beside just Barbie. What is she hearing from friends? What pressures does she feel to be perfect? What does she think is important about being a woman? Does she know that God made her special? These are the things I think are crucial as a girl develops. This post has gone on and on. If you made it through to the end, I would be interested in your comments. 


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Senin, 23 Juni 2008

Pictures of the girls

I finished my list, all but the vacuuming. Here are some pictures of the girls.



Hugs for sisters.
Too tight!


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10 things about today

  1. I love the sunshine, but I am still wearing winter clothes because I am cold.
  2. Mandy is a CRAB because she is teething.
  3. My mother and I have been playing phone tag for days.
  4. I am on laundry load #2 and love hanging my clothes out to dry outside (in the sunny cold).
  5. Emma went to work on the big sprinkler with her Daddy this morning.
  6. I have no idea what to make for lunch, but I just spent 1/2 hour looking at Pioneer Woman's delicious recipes.
  7. I am going to take pictures of girls this afternoon and try a new technique (also from Pioneer Woman).
  8. I should vacuum the one rug in my house.
  9. I should sweep the rest of my square footage while the 3 year old is out of the house.
  10. I am going to go get something accomplished...
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Jumat, 20 Juni 2008

Avon isn't just for Grandma any more

When I hear the name "Avon," I think chap stick graced with  an itsy-bitsy year long calendar and roll-on bath paint from my childhood. I recently learned that Avon has grown up. My sister is now a consultant (what? She isn't 80 year old with lavender hair?) and has me delving into entertaining catalogs full of fun beauty products for cheap prices.

I ordered make-up, similar to Bare Essentials and it works great! The foundation was... wait, you will NEVER believe this..... $5.  Also, my sis hooked me up with a tan. I have now used the Skin So Soft tanning lotion 1 time and have a lovely glow that doesn't stink like all the others I've tried. It was... wait, you will NEVER believe this... $2.99!

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Kamis, 19 Juni 2008

Self Portrait

I am continually trying to take a family self portrait with the timer on my camera. It never, never works out well. Yet, I try again and again. I subject my family to posing as I run to set the timer. My thankfully-easy-going husband and I tell the girls for 10 seconds, as the light blinks its warning, "Look at the camera. Smile!" Click.
Emma has figured out the self-timer thing. Mandy has not. "Where am I supposed to look?" she wonders.

What I really want is to record that yes, indeed we were all at this certain location, together as family having a grand 'ol time. In this case, we were at Helmick Park on Father's Day enjoying a walk in the sunshine. We went to the river and Emma threw sticks in and watched them float away. I brought along snacks and we munched them while we enjoyed the peacefully muddy river flowing by. After just a few minutes of paradise, it was shattered by a boisterous red neck family who was ready to swim. This red neck family was relishing the 70 degree weather and wore less clothing (string bikinis) than any of us were comfortable. They were smoking and swearing and grandma red neck was filming while yelling in a gravely, smoker's voice, "Amber, Troy, Clint! LOOK AT GRANDMA!! I HAVE THE CAMERA GOING." That is a video that will be a treasured family heirloom.

Emma was really fixated on taking in every detail of the dysfunctional, scantily clad family, but we pulled her away, promising donuts, and cookies. I try not to bribe my children unless there is no other option for their safety and mental health. After we pried her away, we found a shady spot for my traditional family self-portrait. Once again, it isn't a very good one. What I need is a photographer who specializes in custom photography sessions of families and children who would meet us at the location of our choice, get everyone smiling and looking half-cute and charge hardly anything for her time and talent.... wait. That's me. And I can't take pictures of myself (obviously). It's a like a hairdresser who need a hair-cut. What's a girl to do? Set the timer on her camera, I think.
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Selasa, 17 Juni 2008

Patio Furniture for Kids?

It is really not OK with me that my children have a better patio set than I do. My dad went to a garage sale in his neck of the woods awhile back for the promised tools and came home with no tools, but a great kid's patio set. Clearly, the blue floral motif would never do for his grandsons, so Emma and Mandy were gifted with this patio set.
The set sits up in the fort, on the girls' deck. They are spoiled rotten and loving it. 

"Does the pizza delivery guy come out this far?" A hungry girl inquires.

"Warm milk in a bottle, please."

Mandy enjoys the view. It is a lovely view.

Enough waiting for pizza and ice tea and milk. Emma plays catch with Daddy. And yes, Mandy, that is a killer Roots t-shirt you are wearing.


She catches like me. Eyes closed. Closing your eyes ensures that you will never catch the ball, but on the plus side, you will also never see it coming to smack you in the head. I've learned from experience. 

Thanks for the patio set, Dad. The girls love it. Sorry you didn't get any tools. I know you were needing some. :)
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Senin, 16 Juni 2008

All dressed with everywhere to go...


I was enjoying a good book this morning, lounging in Emma's pretty room while she played Barbies. It was such a treat to have a little quiet time, since normally Emma doesn't play by herself. Mandy was sleeping and I was reading, the sun was shining in. I suggested to Emma that she should get dressed and she went right to her closet to obey. These days, her readiness to obey catches me off guard. I am still used to fights and struggles at every turn, but I believe she is maturing out of the terrible defiant stage we've been treading water in, fighting for breath, for the last 2 years.

Emma went to the closet and picked out a nice, mostly matching outfit and proceeded to get undressed from her pj's. She was humming to herself and I felt tears well up in my eyes as she shrugged the long sleeved pj shirt off her arms and pulled it off over her head. She was oblivious to my display of emotion as she quietly hummed to herself and put on her clothes. One shirt first, then another and then a skirt and she checked for the tag in each to make sure it was right. She announced, "See I cute. And I match, mom." Like, don't try and tell me that I don't match, mom. I would never dream of such a thing.

I feel the pull of my baby's growing independence and it tugs painfully at my heart. I barely remember what it was like to hold her as a newborn, it went by too fast. I can't even imagine changing her diaper anymore, she is far beyond that stage of needing me. On our walks she asks me questions, deep ones, and tells me things I have never thought of:

"Why's the water right there?"
"Where did the hay go?"
"I not whining to-day."
"I whine, then I ride in the shoorie (stroller)."
"I love you!"
"Did you get a snack?"
"That sign say 'park'."
"That sign say "ahh, turn'."
"What do lamas eat?"
"Here's a fwawy (flower) for you."

 Just the other day I was talking with my mom and told her a story about when I was in Italy, stranded at a creepy train station -- the wrong train station -- for a few hours with a bunch of drunk male strangers. I was more freaked out than I have ever been in my entire life and it was such a great feeling to finally be on the train again, headed in the right direction. My mom remarked, "There have been so many times I was prompted to pray and I didn't know why." Oh, it must be so hard for a mother to let go. I can barely let my 3 year old dress herself without feeling weepy. I can't imagine letting her traipse off to parts of the world unknown, with drunk guys saying who-knows what to her in a language she doesn't understand.

She is growing up. That is for certain. I am so proud of her ability to make choices, her thoughtfulness, and compassion. She is such a gift to be with and the time will fly by before I even know it. I'm not ready. I want to enjoy a few more thousands of days with her saying "I love you." I need to soak in the times she needs me and embrace the moments she is just being a little girl. When she calls from the bathroom, "I pooped mom. Come wipe me!" for the world to hear. Or when she proudly states, "I can do it my-safe (myself)." The day will come when she doesn't need me. She won't need help zipping up her coat or putting those pesky flower shaped buttons in their holes. She'll say, "Bye, mom, I'm off Italy. Pray for me." Every minute. My dear sweet baby. Every minute.


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Minggu, 15 Juni 2008

Because...

Because you love to have fun with your children...
Because you take them to work with you....
Because you are always willing to hold them...
And fly them around the living room...
And get slobbery kisses...
Because you provide for them and give me the privilege of staying home to raise them...
Because you love being with your family...
Because you sled down hills and climb back up...
And go swimming 4 times a day...
Because you make sure we are always having fun...
Because you watch the Incredible Journey again and again...
Because you rock them to sleep...
Because you teach our girls how to wrestle...
Because they are so blessed they are to have a dad like you...
I'll tell you "thank you," for being such a wonderful father.
Love,

Your wife, 
for your girls who think you are the best. We love you!
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Sabtu, 14 Juni 2008

On a walk/ride

I love walking. It is a break. It is a release. It is relaxing and exhilarating. I try to walk every day, rain or shine and was up to 3 miles up until a few weeks ago. I would trudge out the door frustrated and irritated, but come home tired, but refreshed with 2 girls in the stroller bored and ready to play nice again.

Then a few weeks ago, Jeff accompanied me on a walk and allowed Emma to ride her bike instead of ride in the double stroller. She did really well on that ride, obeying immediately when we told her to go off to the side to let cars pass. The road where we live is not very busy and has a nice wide shoulder. So, you don't have to be a parenting genius to figure out what has occurred every day since.... Emma wants to ride her bike. She is up to 1 1/2 miles now and I am very impressed with her.

I walk along behind her and she keeps me at quite a peppy pace. Too bad the way home is UP hill. She usually gets tuckered out and then we have a tired girl and a bike to deal with. I put the bike up on the top of the stroller (boy, it is heavy) and Emma resumes her seat in the nice, practical double stroller. Yes, I am still getting my work-out.

Someone commented the other day that I was lucky that I had lost the baby weight. I smiled sweetly. I don't know why I do that when really I am seething inside. Lucky? Maybe lucky because I skipped dessert and went for a walk. I don't feel especially lucky after pushing a 30 pound stroller with a 30 pound bike on top with a 30 pound kid and 18 pound baby in it... and I am still craving dessert.
Along the way, we see the sights of the country. Hey that's a good lookin' farmer out raking.

The tractor he was driving makes a put-put sound. It makes me smile. It reminds me of a song (the ring tone that announces my husband's calls):
She thinks my tractor's sexy. It really turns her on. She's always smiling at me as I'm chugging along. ... she's even kinda crazy about my farmer's tan...

This is a creek that we see along the way. Anyone want to go swimming. The sun may be shining, but it is still 58 degrees outside. 


Lunch brought the men to my deck for hamburgers. Janice found us at lunch time too. It is funny the way farm life works. Some days we are bored to tears and don't see anyone. I go stir crazy and invent things to do to see them. Then one day, they work by my house, and need food. I love when they need food. It gives me something to do. I feel so farmer's-wife-ish, rustling up grub for the men folk (and me, Emma, Mandy, and Janice).
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