The importance of specifics
1. It is at least moderately important to specifically know what you are planting in your garden. The cucumber-pumpkin ordeal has produced for us a lush, healthy, huge pumpkin patch.
While this makes me very happy - don't ask, pumpkins just make me smile - we have absolutely no use for these guys. I've done a little research on freezing pumpkin, but honestly it's more trouble than it is worth, as little pumpkin as we eat. So I guess they are just going to be used for decor. Which is odd, considering it's the beginning of August.
I'll try to remember where I let these things rot for next year.
2. It is pretty important to be specific in your prayers. This past weekend, we had 28 people over to our not-large house for a cookout. We prayed for good weather.
Well, since He created all weather, God obviously thinks storms are good. It rained. Multiple times. All the cleaning we had done in the days before went flying out the window. This mess was duplicated in pretty much every room of the house by the time everyone left:
But that was fine. It was a zoo, and we loved every minute of it. A bustling house is a great thing in brief portions.
And we did manage to get outside between storms. The kids made it into the kiddie pool and enjoyed playing with our nice collection of outdoor toys. The women got in some long-overdue mommy discussions, and the men played a little basketball and cornhole. It was a great night.
But yeah, next time we'll pray for sunshine and no humidity.
3. It is extremely important to be specific in your requests to a toddler. Trey has been such a great helper to me lately, so enthusiastic and very willing to take direction.
He is very good with the laundry. He helps me put clothes in the dryer, and once they come out, he loves to put his clothes in his drawers.
Today, I handed him his bath towel fresh from the dryer and asked him to put it in his bathroom. He takes the towel, runs down the hall to the bathroom, and returns empty-handed, saying, "Good boy!"
I handed him his washrags fresh from the dryer and asked him to put them in his bathroom. Again, he makes the trip into the bathroom. Again, runs back saying "Good boy!" Then... "Put wos wags in potty!"
And I know he is telling me the truth. We walk together to his bathroom and peek through the kid-potty-seat into the toilet. There are the washrags.
There is nothing I can say. He did what I asked him to. Guaranteed, next time I give him things to put in the bathroom, I'll make sure to say, "but NOT in the potty."
Lessons learned. Who can resist this boy??
While this makes me very happy - don't ask, pumpkins just make me smile - we have absolutely no use for these guys. I've done a little research on freezing pumpkin, but honestly it's more trouble than it is worth, as little pumpkin as we eat. So I guess they are just going to be used for decor. Which is odd, considering it's the beginning of August.
I'll try to remember where I let these things rot for next year.
2. It is pretty important to be specific in your prayers. This past weekend, we had 28 people over to our not-large house for a cookout. We prayed for good weather.
Well, since He created all weather, God obviously thinks storms are good. It rained. Multiple times. All the cleaning we had done in the days before went flying out the window. This mess was duplicated in pretty much every room of the house by the time everyone left:
But that was fine. It was a zoo, and we loved every minute of it. A bustling house is a great thing in brief portions.
And we did manage to get outside between storms. The kids made it into the kiddie pool and enjoyed playing with our nice collection of outdoor toys. The women got in some long-overdue mommy discussions, and the men played a little basketball and cornhole. It was a great night.
But yeah, next time we'll pray for sunshine and no humidity.
3. It is extremely important to be specific in your requests to a toddler. Trey has been such a great helper to me lately, so enthusiastic and very willing to take direction.
He is very good with the laundry. He helps me put clothes in the dryer, and once they come out, he loves to put his clothes in his drawers.
Today, I handed him his bath towel fresh from the dryer and asked him to put it in his bathroom. He takes the towel, runs down the hall to the bathroom, and returns empty-handed, saying, "Good boy!"
I handed him his washrags fresh from the dryer and asked him to put them in his bathroom. Again, he makes the trip into the bathroom. Again, runs back saying "Good boy!" Then... "Put wos wags in potty!"
And I know he is telling me the truth. We walk together to his bathroom and peek through the kid-potty-seat into the toilet. There are the washrags.
There is nothing I can say. He did what I asked him to. Guaranteed, next time I give him things to put in the bathroom, I'll make sure to say, "but NOT in the potty."
Lessons learned. Who can resist this boy??
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