Book Heaven

How do you guarantee your 7 year old will willingly spend the entire afternoon reading? Take her to a giant used book sale in the morning, let her pick out her own stash, spread that stash out all over the couch and watch her go.
While we were at the sale this morning, I had flashbacks to a big used book sale we used to go to as kids – one where you would line up for more than an hour before the sale started just to get in. I loved that sale. And if I lived in Tulsa, I would still go.
They had tables of books for the bigger kids too (ie: me) but after swimming our way upstream through the childrens’ books tables, the girls had no patience for me to find treasures of my own. That’s okay, I might go back by myself later…
Hope you are enjoying your Friday afternoon. If you are lucky, it will be with a stash of lovely books by your side – or by your 7 year old’s.

More Half-Pint Sized Cursing

You’d think Craig and I masquerade as sailors around our house by listening to our kids, but it’s not true. I swear.

The other day Craig was watching the Cardinals play on TV with Maddie and Chloe and when the player Maddie was following didn’t get the hit she was hoping for, she yelled at the TV, “D*mm*t!”
Ahem, needless to say that one got followed up on.

Today I ran downstairs to put some things in the basement storage unit under our apartment only to find the storage door locked. I came back upstairs for my key muttering something like, “need to find my storage key” while coming through the door. Maddie looked at me shocked and said, “Mom, why are you always saying bad words quietly like that?” Me? I don’t cuss. Not outloud. Not even muttering.

Then at lunch I was sprinkling 1/4 cup of cheese on my salad (yes, it was 3 points, but it was a good 3 points) and Maddie asked, “Why is cheese sometimes a food and sometimes a bad word?” I asked her what she meant and she said, “You know, like sometimes someone will say something like, ‘Did you see that boy? Cheese!’” Then she looked at Chloe and said, “Cheese, Chloe, I can’t believe you did that.”

I had to turn around and hide my face in the fridge to keep from laughing in front of her. She’s thinking of “Geez” which isn’t on the approved list of little girl words (or Mommy words) either, but all this time she thought the word was “cheese.”

Along that line, they like to quote the line from Wallace and Grommit’s Curse of the Wererabbit where Wallace says, “More cheese, Grommit!” They quote this all the time. Millie has picked it up lately only when she says it, it sounds like this, “More cheese, d*mm*t!”

Hmm, maybe that’s where Maddie got it.

More Half Pint Sized Cursing

You’d think Craig and I masquerade as sailors around our house by listening to our kids, but it’s not true. I swear.
The other day Craig was watching the Cardinals play on TV with Mary and Laura and when the player Mary was following didn’t get the hit she was hoping for, she yelled at the TV, “D*mm*t!” Ahem, needless to say that one got followed up on.
Today I ran downstairs to put some things in the basement storage unit under our apartment only to find the storage door locked. I came back upstairs for my key muttering something like, “need to find my storage key” while coming through the door. Mary looked at me shocked and said, “Mom, why are you always saying bad words quietly like that?” Me? I don’t cuss. Not outloud. Not even muttering..
Then at lunch I was sprinkling 1/4 cup of cheese on my salad (yes, it was 3 points, but it was a good 3 points) and Mary asked, “Why is cheese sometimes a food and sometimes a bad word?” I asked her what she meant and she said, “You know, like sometimes someone will say something like, ‘Did you see that boy? Cheese!’” Then she looked at Laura and said, “Cheese, Laura, I can’t believe you did that.”
I had to turn around and hide my face in the fridge to keep from laughing in front of her. She’s thinking of “Geez” which isn’t on the approved list of little girl words (or Mommy words) either, but all this time she thought the word was “cheese.”
Along that line, they like to quote the line from Wallace and Grommit’s Curse of the Wererabbit where Wallace says, “More cheese, Grommit!” They quote this all the time. Grace has picked it up lately only when she says it, it sounds like this, “More cheese, d*mm*t!”
Hmm, maybe that’s where Mary got it.

Craig’s Latest Gig

Just when everyone thought Craig’s musical days were behind him, he gets his first big break here in St. Louis.
This morning I was substitute teaching for another Sunday School teacher in the class for 4 and 5 year olds only to find out after I got there that on the 4th Sunday of the month the piano player doesn’t come to class for music time. The normal teacher brings her ukelele. I thought very fast and said to the assistant helper that I’d be back in 5 minutes and ran downstairs for Craig. A bit of slight pleading had him following me back up the stairs and he played for us for 20 minutes.
He rocked.
And the kids thought he was totally awesome. And loud. Nobody plays Our God is So Big like Craig does. I guarantee it.

6 Random Things

My first blog-tagging by my own sister. Gee, thanks, Michelle. Let’s see now, six random things…
1. When we eat thin-crust pizza, I like to, on the last piece only, eat all the toppings off first including the cheese and sauce. This leaves me with a thin piece of just crust that I always relish eating the very last. Random? Or just weird?
2. When I was in junior high, my sister was known for her singing abilities by everyone in our church and in the school system. I was expected to follow suit, but couldn’t live up to the pressure, so I dropped out of “Destiny” (THE 8th and 9th grade choir to be in) in favor of Advanced English and picked up Home Economics instead. I learned how to sew in this class, and once realizing it was the one thing I was better at than Michelle was, I did the best I could to excel in it so that I had my “one” thing.
3. I always thought Megan with an h (Meghan) looked so much more sophistocated than plain old Megan and I think a lot of others do to because whenever my name is misspelled, it is always in favor of the “h.”
4. I don’t know how to hold my breath under water without holding my nose. This is a life skill I missed out on and am so paranoid my children won’t learn proper swimming skills that I enrolled them in YMCA swim classes four times this year.
5. I believe in whole wheat bread made from flour ground myself from wheat berries. I’m a die-hard butter over margarine user. I think it’s important to eat fruits and veggies. I also just really really really love the way a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and French Fries tastes and I always will. I can’t reconcile those things.
6. Boys in high school used to call me “Laura Ingalls” behind my back (and to my face) and I took it as a compliment. I now realize they were just making fun of me.
I’m tagging Jo, Monica, Corrin, Lou, and Melissa – that is, if you want to

For Better AND For Worse

Marriage is hard. And when you are single you don’t see it coming; you just see stars and hearts and love and “my life will be better when…,” but it isn’t always that way. Now to be perfectly fair, it starts out that way (which is good because if it didn’t, then none of us would be married).

Craig and I had a doozy of a weekend, and on the upswing of it all, he said to me, “For better or for worse, right?” And I said, “You mean for better and for worse.” That’s the way the vows should read because, really, that’s the way it is.

I don’t need to give you the play by play, but suffice it to say that if we were to weight the balance, then sometimes the heaviest rocks are on Craig’s side of the scale, sometimes they are on mine. This weekend, we both started out with fairly heavy rocks, but in the end, mine pulverized his.

There are a variety of words that would have been appropriate to describe me on Saturday, none of them found in the New Testament. A few maybe in the Old.

But it’s over now and things are sweeter. And it’s true that sometimes the best things are those you have to work the hardest at. But nobody told us it was this hard before we got married. Or at least, somehow then, it seemed like an insignificant detail.

Marriage isn’t the only thing that fits this description. Our entire lives can be summed up by the “for better and for worse” manta. Our poor children have been born into the life of “nothing can be simple.” Tonight we thought it would be fun to surprise them by taking them to see Curious George at the $3 cinema in St. Charles. I double checked the website, printed a map, we stopped by the bank for cash to avoid their ATM fees, and off we went. We got there and for tonight only – Curious George was broken – the projector wasn’t working. We looked at each other and busted out laughing – so typical for us.

We watched The Pink Panther instead. And you know? The girls didn’t mind. They were so excited to be in a theater (albeit one circa 1976 complete with original sound and one extra wide aisle smack down the middle of the theater) and loved that we bought popcorn while we were there (they offered free refills, so our family of six got one to share – places like that love us). They loved that for an evening, we were together. Nobody was on a computer, nobody had to go to the library, nobody needed to run errands alone. We just did it together. And it was fun. And though the evening didn’t turn out as we expected it to, it wasn’t ruined.

I need to remember this with my marriage. Things aren’t as I expected them to be. Craig isn’t who I expected him to be. I’m not who he expected me to be. Heck, I’m not who I expected me to be. But we’re not ruined. We may just be living The Pink Panther alternative version instead of the cute and simple Curious George one. But that’s okay. We’re doing it together.

Now if I could just get the theme song out of my head…

Update on Maddie

Thanks to everyone for praying. You know, if you look at Maddie, she looks normal. She also looked normal on Friday. She’s had no fever, no coughing, no anything that takes on the look of regular pneumonia. And those are great signs. She still has slight pain when she breathes which hasn’t seemed to either improve or increase since Friday. And she tires quickly after playing, which we’re trying to help her limit, though it is hard since she doesn’t really feel sick.

So basically, she hasn’t gotten better, she hasn’t gotten worse. And since her case was mild, those are relieving circumstances. She goes in for a follow-up appointment on Wednesday and I’m going to ask for a follow-up x-ray to see if they can visibly see an improvement.

Other than that, no news is good news. Thanks for praying.

Update

Thanks to everyone for praying. You know, if you look at Mary, she looks normal. She also looked normal on Friday. She’s had no fever, no coughing, no anything that takes on the look of regular pneumonia. And those are great signs. She still has slight pain when she breathes which hasn’t seemed to either improve or increase since Friday. And she tires quickly after playing, which we’re trying to help her limit, though it is hard since she doesn’t really feel sick.
So basically, she hasn’t gotten better, she hasn’t gotten worse. And since her case was mild, those are relieving circumstances. She goes in for a follow-up appointment on Wednesday and I’m going to ask for a follow-up x-ray to see if they can visibly see an improvement.
Other than that, no news is good news. Thanks for praying.

For Better and for Worse

Marriage is hard. And when you are single you don’t see it coming; you just see stars and hearts and love and “my life will be better when…,” but it isn’t always that way. Now to be perfectly fair, it starts out that way (which is good because if it didn’t, then none of us would be married).

Craig and I had a doozy of a weekend, and on the upswing of it all, he said to me, “For better or for worse, right?” And I said, “You mean for better and for worse.” That’s the way the vows should read because, really, that’s the way it is.

I don’t need to give you the play by play, but suffice it to say that if we were to weight the balance, then sometimes the heaviest rocks are on Craig’s side of the scale, sometimes they are on mine. This weekend, we both started out with fairly heavy rocks, but in the end, mine pulverized his.

There are a variety of words that would have been appropriate to describe me on Saturday, none of them found in the New Testament. A few maybe in the Old.

But it’s over now and things are sweeter. And it’s true that sometimes the best things are those you have to work the hardest at. But nobody told us it was this hard before we got married. Or at least, somehow then, it seemed like an insignificant detail.

Marriage isn’t the only thing that fits this description. Our entire lives can be summed up by the “for better and for worse” manta. Our poor children have been born into the life of “nothing can be simple.” Tonight we thought it would be fun to surprise them by taking them to see Curious George at the $3 cinema in St. Charles. I double checked the website, printed a map, we stopped by the bank for cash to avoid their ATM fees, and off we went. We got there and for tonight only – Curious George was broken – the projector wasn’t working. We looked at each other and busted out laughing – so typical for us.

We watched The Pink Panther instead. And you know? The girls didn’t mind. They were so excited to be in a theater (albeit one circa 1976 complete with original sound and one extra wide aisle smack down the middle of the theater) and loved that we bought popcorn while we were there (they offered free refills, so our family of six got one to share – places like that love us). They loved that for an evening, we were together. Nobody was on a computer, nobody had to go to the library, nobody needed to run errands alone. We just did it together. And it was fun. And though the evening didn’t turn out as we expected it to, it wasn’t ruined.

I need to remember this with my marriage. Things aren’t as I expected them to be. Craig isn’t who I expected him to be. I’m not who he expected me to be. Heck, I’m not who I expected me to be. But we’re not ruined. We may just be living The Pink Panther alternative version instead of the cute and simple Curious George one. But that’s okay. We’re doing it together.

Now if I could just get the theme song out of my head…