Archive for January, 2007

‘Nother F6 layout

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Isn’t he cute?

Credits:paper and ribbons by Brenda Kempf (Antique Valentine Kit)
heart doodle by Jennifer Trippetti (AYR – February)
Sketch by LisaBranka


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I’m cranky. Have been since my birthday, last Friday. I had decided to relax for the day and just do basically whatever I wanted to do. I expected that the fruit would be able to handle doing their chores (after all, they’ve only been doing them for a year or more now) without being nagged and that they would perhaps, since it was their mommy’s birthday, go the extra mile and do a few of mine. But, they apparantly didn’t read my mind and took the day off too. When I surfaced from my self-imposed hyper-focus, I realized that I would literally have to kick my way out of the living room if I were going to get ready for F1’s basketball game and that the dining room hadn’t been cleaned (although it had been used plenty!) all day. I couldn’t even see the surface of the table. KABOOM! I was very upset. Like crying upset. I really hate birthdays and Mother’s Day. Because I expect to be treated like a princess on those two days (and really, only on those two days) and my expectations are never met. Maybe I don’t make them clear enough, but it seems a little…self-defeating, selfish, and maybe even disheartening to have to explain that I should be treated like a princess on these days. So, after a small amount of cleanup, we went to F1’s game, which his team won. But he didn’t get to play, something he was tremendously disappointed about, because he had apparantly been planning to surprise me with some extra good playing for my birthday present. So now, not only did I feel like crying, never baked my cake, and now I have a little guy very upset with himself because he didn’t get to play.

And I’m still cranky. There are some extenuating circumstances that maybe I’ll explain in a while, but I’m still cranky. And I need to get in the Word, and stop being so cranky. Because I’ve said some things to the kids that I really regret. And I’ve allowed our schedule to be blown off course today. So, now I’m off to do some prayin’ and Bible readin’. Because He knows what it is all about and why I’m like this…way better than I do. And since He knows what’s wrong, He knows how to fix it. Way better than I do.

Prayers would be good here. Thanks.

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F6 walking

F6 is officially a walker. Here’s a scrapbook page that I did of him practicing on his 11 month birthday. So cute! I love how babies always hold their arms up when they are learning to walk. I took some adorable video of him this morning that I hope to transfer to dvd or video cd to send to Mom, who is in South Carolina right now at a quilting seminar. She has turned into such a little jetsetter!

Okay, now for the layout.

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Credits:Notebook paper and staple: Ronnie McCray – school desk1 and school desk 2
Background, File foler tag and stamps: Amanda Rockwell
Measuring Tape: Gina Miller – BYOBB Add-On pack
Film Strip: Jennifer Trippetti – AYR April

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We all have colds today

Actually, we’ve had them for about a week now. F4 and F6 started them out last Tuesday or so and promptly passed it on to Mr. Nutt. He is miserable, poor man. He can’t take any drugs for it because of his elevated blood pressure, so he’s just stuck sucking on peppermints and trying to not cough too much. His ribs hurt and he’s exhausted.

I was pretty happy, because all winter I’ve only gotten smidgens of colds…none of this laying awake at night wondering if I would feel better with my head removed from my body because of the intense sinus pressure. I’ve been drinking one DanActive a day, in an attempt to boost my immune system. It seems to be working, because even though I have a bit of a cold now, it isn’t anything like F4, F6, or Mr. Nutt are dealing with. I’m pretty tired today, but I think that’s because I was up late with Mr. Nutt’s coughing. Poor man.

Well, back to work for me. We have some odds and ends to clean up from school and cook dinner.

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What kind of yarn are you?

I got this from Kim’s site. I agree with my results I think. 🙂

What kind of yarn are you?

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We got some snow again last night. All the area schools are closed, but we are having our school today. The fruit are eager to get outside to play in the snow, so I expect that I will get a lot of cooperation about their work. They will probably be ready to go out right about the time it is warm enough to be out there, so it should work well.

Mr. Nutt and I haven’t been exercising as much as we should, but we are getting it in sometimes. I’m hoping that gradually, we will feel better because of the exercise and so will actually want to do it. I’m still sore from the last round of exercises, but that is because I walked a little over 2 miles on the treadmill (had my heart rate up to 144!), did two sets of the weight machine exercises, and did the Core Program, all in the same setting. I was soooo exhausted. But, I slept really well that night, so I know my body needs to work like this.

I need to make F4 some preschooly type activities. She wants to “do school” like the other kids, but I don’t have anything leftover from the others to give to her. I really don’t like workbooks, but I think she would do well with an alphabet book or something. She knows her numbers 0 through 9, thanks to her Barbie laptop computer that Grandpa bought for her a couple of birthdays ago. She also knows some of her letters, and loves to write. Given the chance, I think she’ll be reading before too long.

Church was great yesterday. We had a special speaker for Spiritual Emphasis Weekend, and he is a very good preacher. Last night he talked about how we are to be servants to our fellow man. He said that when we become Christians, we all want to do great things for God. But in the Parable of the Sower, we see that the seed that fell on good ground developed thirty-fold, sixty-fold, and one hundred-fold. So while all that we do for God (that is His will) is great in His eyes, as far as what we think is concerned, some of will be thirty-fold or sixty-fold Christians, and that is okay. Some people He made to be Golden Urns and some of us are simply clay bowls. What really matters is that we are in His will (and not just being lazy and using the excuse that, well, I’m just a thirty-fold Christian) and that we are serving our fellow man. That will draw attention to us and by default, to Jesus. I really appreciated this thought, because I know that, at least at this point in my life, I’m serving God in a very menial-labor kind of way. I’m a mother of six children, homeschooling them, and trying to do my best by them and by my husband. I know that this is where God has me, but I’m not leading people to Christ daily, or speaking to crowds of thousands, or feeding the poor and hungry by the truckload. Sometimes, I want to do that. But today, I know, that God has me ministering to my own family, and witnessing to His love and grace through that medium. And when people ask me, “How can you stay home with your kids all day?!?” I can smile and say that Jesus helps me and I gain all my strength from Him. And I know that I might be a thirty-fold Christian, right now, but even thirty-fold is better than nothing.

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I needed this this week

Tied Down

I’ve been feeling like an angry mommy the past couple of days. My moods swing from this loving tenderness that cannot be described to an irritated anger that is boiling under the surface. I get so sick of the disrespect and disobedience (and really, my little fruits are good kids). So, I need to remember that the joys of having my sweets around is just fleeting and someday, I’ll look back and regret my flares of anger and the icky lava that spews from “Mount Mama.”

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