surrender

{picture me, faintly waving a white flag}

I'm wondering what the ramifications would be if I gave up, and conceded victory to the tornado two-year-old who lives in my house.  He has serious angst about things that are put away, folded, stacked, set, cleared, cleaned or stashed in a closet with the door shut.  When he comes across items in said positions, his immediate reaction is to dump, throw, topple, smear and spread disaster across God's green earth. 

{picture me, sitting cross-legged amid massive clutter, serenely repeating the mantra: Two doesn't last forever. Two doesn't last forever. Two doesn't last forever.}

He's cute, though, huh?

I'm pooped. Good night.

sacrament meeting masterpiece

sure love my girl!

mending

Isn't she the cutest little oxygen-ator ever?  An update for Grandma: Lea is looking and acting wonderful, hardly coughing, but still on oxygen for now.  Home health has been called in to help 'wean' her off...hopefully not too much longer!

beginning

We've officially 'begun'! 

HOORAY!

lessons from a hospital room

This week, I was forced to

stop and sit,
think and pray,

as I spent a couple days in the hospital with my RSV-plagued baby.  At first, I was full of worry and fear and frustration.
But, once I decided to focus, instead, on my blessings, my heart filled up with all I have to be grateful for:
*a sweet, beautiful, baby girl, who is {thankfully} getting better
*friends who just say, 'Yes' and 'whatever you need'
*a husband who can do it all
*my boy: who knew he would wake himself up, get his chores done, and make scrambled eggs for, breakfast all on his own?
*a caring girl who, whenever she had a chance, would call and ask how her baby was doing
*a flexible toddler (and the kind, kind souls who cared for him in his grouchiness)
*prayers from afar
*a surprise visitor
*words of a prophet, and extra time to read them
*a phone (and everyone on the other end who let me talk)
*an exceptionally caring nurse
*oxygen
*the miraculous ways a body can heal
*the blessing of just being able to

stop and sit,
think and pray,

and remember that I've been given oh, so much.

Lea is home, still on oxygen, but feeling much better.

truce?

Me and Scouts....we've never had the best of relationships.  Scouts has always seemed to be the taker: taking lots of my husband's time and not a few $$.  And, don't get me started about the experience of rechartering!

But, last week I took my soon-to-be-Cub to the scout shop to get geared up.  I've never seen a boy more excited about an over-sized shirt, some patches and a book with a cartoon Wolf on the cover.  He was in 8-year-old heaven.  And, when I said he could get the hat, too...well, he flew over the moon!

It was then I remembered what my friend, a super-mom (of 5 BOYS) and cub scout leader, Colleen,  has said at least a hundred times: boys love cub scouts!  Boys of a certain age really do get off on doing all those Scoutish things they get to do at den meetings and day camps and clinics.

So, maybe, if this Akela fellow and this {over priced} big blue shirt create some fun memories for me and my boy, Scouts and I can call a little 'truce' on our differences?

I still don't want to be in charge of rechartering.  Ever.

did you know...

March is National Nutrition Month.  That's what the elementary lunch menu claims, anyway.  A sporting goods store ad informed me that March is also National Runners Month.  JoAnn and her team pronounced that March is National Craft Month, too.  March is also
National Kidney Month
Berries and Cherries Month
National Women's History Month
Foot Health Month
National Furniture Refinishing Month
International Mirth Month (what the heck?)
Deaf History Month
National Kite Month
National Frozen Food Month
and
National Eye Donor Month

Actually, if you look online, there are dozens more. 

But, in case you were wondering, March is NOT National Chocolate Month.  Drat!