Why can't life be like my satellite?

I love my Dish/DVR. I wish my life could be lived like my satellite system!

This afternoon, I decided that there was no time like the present to start working on the Christmas tree. Anyone who knows me very well knows that one of my most pronounced flaws is a profound inability to tolerate anything that involves wires, cords, straps . . . things like hooking up computer equipment, installing car seats, and, probably number one on my list, stringing Christmas lights on a tree make me insane and instantly enraged!

So, to attempt to bring the Christmas decorations and tree out of the attic and put lights on the tree with three young children, dinner in the works, and a horrible migraine headache was purely stupid. However, I turned on the Christmas music, opened a window nearby to make it more frosty in our home, and started assembling that tree.
At first, I was feeling rather Scrooge-ish. Then, white Camryn was poo'ing her pants behind the tree, Abi was very proficiently unwinding lights from the reel, helping me light the tree. Brandon was singing Christmas carols along with the radio and playing with their new nativity set.
I realized that I need a pause button to capture these precious moments and a replay button to see, over and over, Abi's precious silhouette in multi-colored Christmas lights, hear Brandon's little voice belting out Christmas tunes, to have little people who need diaper changes behind the tree. I remember putting lights on the tree with a big belly, trying to squeeze between the tree and the wall, just 2 Christmases ago, and now Camryn is toddling around the living room, fighting over playing with Baby Jesus this year. I remember Abi's first Christmas, spent in adorable flannel one-piece pajamas, with a little white bow at the neckline. Now, she's my big girl, who gave me a kiss tonight and then said, "Just one more kiss, Momma, cause I love your kisses so much!"

Oh, to have a DVR life!

Christmas Traditions

I am working on assembling our advent calendar tonight, one of my favorite Christmas season traditions as a child. Growing up, my brother and I would open a piece of paper from our advent wall hanging on each day of December, leading up to Christmas. Continuing this tradition, I write something on each day's paper -- sometimes an activity for the children to do, such as taking food to the food pantry, singing and dancing to Christmas carols, driving around to look at Christmas lights, or making cookies for a neighbor. Sometimes, it's a small gift to open, other times a Bible trivia question to answer. I like this tradition because it allows our Christmas activities to be spread out throughout the month and allows lots of opportunity for conversations about the meaning of Christmas and opportunity for sharing with others.

Our kids are just now getting to the age that meaningful traditions are beginning to be important. I want to be intentional about establishing holiday and family traditions that they will enjoy and possibly carry into their families someday.

So, I'm looking for ideas . . . What are your favorite Christmas season traditions?

Who Stole My Dog?!

Somebody stole my furry bundle of energetic pup and replaced her with a poodle-looking, sweater-wearing pansy dog!

Red & White Momma

Yesterday morning, my true colors were shining through . . . I've discovered, sadly enough, that my colors are red and white.

The bus pulled up and stopped at our driveway, and I was standing on the front porch, watching Abi board the bus, just like every morning. As Abi was crossing in front of the bus, she suddenly stopped and let out a horrific scream, turned and started running back up the driveway. She stopped after about 15 feet and started having a meltdown. I yell from the porch, my breath visible in the morning air, "What is the matter with you?!" She says, "I forgot my glasses!"

Seriously! By this time, the bus driver has his side window open, trying to assess what kind of girl drama just happened. I yelled at her to just get on the bus and that I'd bring them to school in a little bit. The bus driver coaxed her onto the bus and hollered to me that he'd wait while I got them. While that sounds incredibly generous, I was now in a pickle . . . and my true colors were about to shine!

You see, I'm standing on the porch, in a pair of workout shorts, a t-shirt, no shoes, freezing to death, shamelessly using my 1 1/2 year old to shield the fact that I am also not wearing a bra.
What to do?
So, I do what any redneck, white trash Momma would do, and I go inside, get the glasses, run bare-footed, child-shielded across the front yard and unabashedly hand the glasses to the poor man unfortunate enough to be involved in this drama.

Red and white.

Woo! Pig ...

Tails!
Love them on my kindergartner!

Time Dyslexia

I spent the bulk of the morning with the small peeps in the tire shop -- again. It's on my to-do list for tomorrow to have the oil changed in the grocery-getter. Everything in life requires so much maintenance. I feel like all I've accomplished today is one task, on one vehicle. While I did workout this morning, a little maintenance on the ole' body, and a short quiet time, a much-needed refreshing for the Spirit, I've done virtually nothing to maintain the house that needs scrubbing, the trim that needs painting, the eyebrows that are screaming for a waxing, the yard that's knee-deep in wild onions, the kids' check-ups, socks that need darning (is that still a word?), grocery-getting, any of the 80 nails that I'm responsible for clipping -- 96 if you count the dog's, relationships with friends and family . . . everything requires so much maintenance. Let alone the time required for growth in any way.

42 -- not 24. That's how many hours it would take to live your life "right." Nick read an article not too long ago that said if we follow every recommendation for our lives, from getting 8 hours of sleep to brushing and flossing for 2-3 minutes twice/day, it would take 42 hours to get it all done.
So I'm not crazy! There isn't enough time for all the things I need to do!

Now I'm discouraged. I'll never accomplish it all, so maybe I should just sit on the couch, watch a little "Baby Story," and drown my overwhelmed spirit.

Then God speaks: Prioritize and Pray.
I know that I am torn in a gazillion different directions every day, and there is no way I'll accomplish everything. However, God will provide me the time I need to complete the tasks He has for me. Using a lack of time as an excuse to not fulfill God-glorifying tasks in our lives is a lie. God only gave Jesus 33 years, only 3 of which were years of full-time ministry, to save the world!
So, do I really not have the time to cook nutritious meals for my family to sit down together and eat each evening? Do I really not have time for Bible study every day? Do I really not have the time to stop what I'm doing and effectively rebuke and train my children, as opposed to yelling at them across the house? Do I really not have time to take care of the temple of God by exercising every day? Do I really not have the time to listen to my husband and love, encourage, and serve him daily?
I do not have time to seek after all of the selfish desires of my heart, to run after every entertaining, yet empty, opportunity for my children, or follow the many misleadings of the world.
However, by God's grace, I do have the time to do the things He calls me to do. I will not believe the lie of the world that I don't have enough time. Prioritize and Pray.

Thanksgiving Tablecloth

Fun Thanksgiving tradition I saw in a magazine . . . .

Using fabric pens, have family members take turns writing what they're thankful for on a linen tablecloth, trace around youngsters' hands, document important family events for that year . . . and reuse the tablecloth each year, adding to the memories.