Easter Music

It's Easter time and as with all religious holidays, that have found their way into the commercial market, I try to find ways to make the 'true meaning' more real to my kids. That means we are taking this week and next to look at this book:

Passion Hymns for a Kid's Heart

I love this book because it teaches my kids hymns and we love music at our house, but as a general rule hymns are not as widely sung and I want my kids to know them. Also, it's focus is specifically on the Easter weeks events. From Palm Sunday with "All Glory, Laud and Honor" to Jesus ascending to Heaven with "Crown Him with Many Crowns". Each song on the CD (that comes with the book) has a story and scripture that goes with it. We read one a day till Easter and listen to the corresponding hymn, but we will listen to the whole CD as much as possible. In the car... when we are cleaning around the house... any time we are at liberty to sing out loud. It has been a really fun way to focus on Christ and His sacrifice.

The Wandering Mind

I found the phone in the fridge yesterday and while I would love to blame my children for it that would be unfair because it was me who left if there.

I'm very good at putting things down right where I am and then forgetting that they're there.

It's a gift.

I was cleaning out the fridge when the phone rang and one of my girls brought it to me. I was at the point closing the trash bag and I needed 2 hands. So I set the phone down in the most logical place... the fridge shelf. It didn't even register with me what I was doing.

These are the things that happen when your trying to do too many things at once.

Good intentions gone wrong. Like when I scheduled an eye appt. for my 7 year old in the middle of a school day so I would not have to take all the kids only to realize the week of the appt. the kids were out of school that day. So we all went. I took plenty of food and things to play with but let face it, those trays of little glass circles or making shadow puppets on the eye chart are way more interesting.

Or when I grab a diaper and the wipes thing out a diaper bag to put in my purse but then forget about the juice cup until the next time I need that diaper bag... gross!

I wonder sometimes at women I know who suddenly, after their kids are a little older, appear to transform from a caterpillar to a butterfly. They loose a little weight or get a stylish new haircut, or seem to have a bunch of new clothes. I wonder if it's because they have 2 seconds to string together to really take a look at themselves in the mirror. Or maybe they were very well aware that the shirt they have on has a stain. But really, why bother putting something nice on when the odds are you'll get spilled on, or used as a napkin or Kleenex anyway.

I hope to be a butterfly someday. To not look like I've been through a war before I even step foot out of the house. And maybe with my new found stylishness I'll gain back a few brain cells. I know my husband will be thrilled because he won't have to look in the fridge to find his keys...

or a scissors...

or clean socks...

or the phone.

Car Sick

We read a story about a class field trip today. The 1st question at the end of the story was:

What is your favorite part of a field trip?

Her answer:

Getting off the bus.

She gets car sick.

She also just had a birthday.

Happy 7th birthday.

You're the best best ever!!!

Tumble'read'

It can be hard to find a quiet spot in our house sometimes...

So we do what we have to in order to hear ourselves think...

Or hear oursleves read.

Selfish or Just Weary?

I just posted a note on FB to my BFF about how I would love to just hop a plane to MN and spend the day at the Mall of America with her and my sister.

I hit the "share" button and have felt guilty about it ever since.

This was supposed to be a really fun week. It's my girl's 7th birthday week. But she spent her special day with a bucket and stomach cramps. No fun. She wasn't the first of the team members to get the stomach bug this week...nor was she the last.

I had forgotten how hard it is to get a toddler to throw up in a bucket. We just made a run for the bathroom hoping to make it in time.

And honestly I'm sick of it. No pun intended.

I'm sick of disinfecting and doing ridiculous amounts of laundry.

I'm sick of asking my husband to go to the store for me after he's worked a long day.

I'm sick of trying to get rid of the "sick" smells that are stuck in my house.

My windows are open today and it's not even 60 outside.

But I have to...HAVE TO get some fresh are in this house.

So this morning while I was standing at the bathroom sink the thought struck me how badly I just wanted to sit with my friend and my sister in snowy MN enjoying some laughter and a good cup of coffee.

I love my children and I'm thankful that I'm able to take care of them and comfort them when they're sick.

but...

Selfishly, I want to hang with some girlfriends.

Or maybe I'm just a little...

Weary.