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So.
There hasn't been enough time for blogging lately. Seems every day I have a thought that might be nice to post. Or a memory that I know will slip away if it's not inbinary black and white somewhere.
Alas, summer has arrived, and because my children are on a solar sleeping schedule throughout the year, and because my 5AM daily wake-up time occurs not long before the light appears, I have precious little time to myself anymore. Thus the shortage of posts.
I love my boys.
All three of them.
Trey has started reading a little bit. We've been working on sounding out letters and then saying the sounds really fast to make the word.
The English language is hard, y'all. A C is either a K or an S, but there is no real defining rule. There are silent Es and Bs. Vowels can sound like pretty much whatever they want, but how do you know what a vowel is? And don't get me started on Y.
Alphabetic frustration.
But Trey is naive and soaking everything up like a sponge. It's so great.
As Trey is growing into true boyhood, we are finding that there are a few cute-for-a-baby behaviors that need to be addressed. One is the, um, at-will release of vapors. And apparently for the male species, the proper response is to grin and snicker, rather than try to avoid or excuse oneself.
Also we have the, um, no-warning outdoor territory-marking. Feel the urge, drop 'em, and let it flow. Are we on a public playground? Are we at a friend's house? Are we in the front yard with near bumper-to-bumper Memorial Day traffic going by? Doesn't matter!
Ugh. He wasn't raised in a barn, I promise! I have no idea where this stuff comes from.
Except I'm pretty sure I do.
Been working on consistency in discipline. Not that I want the boys to be scared of me, but I am super duper excited that I seem to have "the step" down with Trey. I see disobedience happening, put on a stone face, make my 5'2" body as big as it can be and take one very forceful step. End of disobedience.
Nice.
This is usually effective, and certainly cuts down on the duration of a rebellion, but hasn't done much for frequency of rebellion. We have days. You know. Those days.
Sometimes motherhood is just ugly. Many days I fear I am just trying to survive, instead of patiently guiding the boys to make good choices. Shouldn't the survival days be the exception? Without a doubt, we are not where we should be. I'm supposed be a model of God for these kids, so they can learn who He is.
That is not who I am right now. And how thankful I am that God does not "parent" like I do. Bleh.
There is a 200-some acre farm behind our house. Over the last couple of months, a logging company has been back there clearing timber. And when I say clearing, I mean it looks like a tornado came through and tore down millions of trees.
We had a very nice view from our house before.
But y'all.
Praise God for His punctuality. I will take no stance on tree-cutting-down on this blog, but God alone knew how much I would need some newness and such a breathtaking reminder of His majesty right now.
Your brain is trashed, you're sleep deprived, you're caught in a relentless cycle of sin that you could get out of but refuse, you're struggling as a parent, you're wasting your days on a bad attitude, you're ungrateful and lazy.
But I love you. See?
I'm supposedly participating in the Living Proof blog's SSMT (Siesta Scripture Memory Team) for 2011. Memorize a verse of scripture on the 1st and 15th of each month. Did great through the April 1 verse, then just fell off the map. Forgot, didn't have time, didn't care, just didn't choose a verse for the next two rounds, and stopped reviewing the old ones.
I've tried to pick it back up again. Might start sharing the verses I choose on here, just for accountability's sake. For June 15,
You make known to me the path of life;
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
Psalm 116:7
I am clinging to this, that "you will fill me with joy in your presence". How I long to just sit at His feet and be reminded of why He is the joy of my life.
He IS.
There hasn't been enough time for blogging lately. Seems every day I have a thought that might be nice to post. Or a memory that I know will slip away if it's not in
Alas, summer has arrived, and because my children are on a solar sleeping schedule throughout the year, and because my 5AM daily wake-up time occurs not long before the light appears, I have precious little time to myself anymore. Thus the shortage of posts.
I love my boys.
All three of them.
Trey has started reading a little bit. We've been working on sounding out letters and then saying the sounds really fast to make the word.
The English language is hard, y'all. A C is either a K or an S, but there is no real defining rule. There are silent Es and Bs. Vowels can sound like pretty much whatever they want, but how do you know what a vowel is? And don't get me started on Y.
Alphabetic frustration.
But Trey is naive and soaking everything up like a sponge. It's so great.
As Trey is growing into true boyhood, we are finding that there are a few cute-for-a-baby behaviors that need to be addressed. One is the, um, at-will release of vapors. And apparently for the male species, the proper response is to grin and snicker, rather than try to avoid or excuse oneself.
Also we have the, um, no-warning outdoor territory-marking. Feel the urge, drop 'em, and let it flow. Are we on a public playground? Are we at a friend's house? Are we in the front yard with near bumper-to-bumper Memorial Day traffic going by? Doesn't matter!
Ugh. He wasn't raised in a barn, I promise! I have no idea where this stuff comes from.
Except I'm pretty sure I do.
Been working on consistency in discipline. Not that I want the boys to be scared of me, but I am super duper excited that I seem to have "the step" down with Trey. I see disobedience happening, put on a stone face, make my 5'2" body as big as it can be and take one very forceful step. End of disobedience.
Nice.
This is usually effective, and certainly cuts down on the duration of a rebellion, but hasn't done much for frequency of rebellion. We have days. You know. Those days.
Sometimes motherhood is just ugly. Many days I fear I am just trying to survive, instead of patiently guiding the boys to make good choices. Shouldn't the survival days be the exception? Without a doubt, we are not where we should be. I'm supposed be a model of God for these kids, so they can learn who He is.
That is not who I am right now. And how thankful I am that God does not "parent" like I do. Bleh.
There is a 200-some acre farm behind our house. Over the last couple of months, a logging company has been back there clearing timber. And when I say clearing, I mean it looks like a tornado came through and tore down millions of trees.
We had a very nice view from our house before.
But y'all.
Praise God for His punctuality. I will take no stance on tree-cutting-down on this blog, but God alone knew how much I would need some newness and such a breathtaking reminder of His majesty right now.
But I love you. See?
I'm supposedly participating in the Living Proof blog's SSMT (Siesta Scripture Memory Team) for 2011. Memorize a verse of scripture on the 1st and 15th of each month. Did great through the April 1 verse, then just fell off the map. Forgot, didn't have time, didn't care, just didn't choose a verse for the next two rounds, and stopped reviewing the old ones.
I've tried to pick it back up again. Might start sharing the verses I choose on here, just for accountability's sake. For June 15,
you will fill me with joy in your presence,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand.
Psalm 116:7
I am clinging to this, that "you will fill me with joy in your presence". How I long to just sit at His feet and be reminded of why He is the joy of my life.
He IS.
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