Why I Like Mike # 22

He has stayed married to me for 13 years.

Between hospital visits, metal shards in the eyeball, chili dinners, injured backs, subbing jobs, and fighting fires, The Man and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. It was a good day because, at the end, I knew I was loved. I knew I would have someone to offer me a hug with a secret butt pinch. Ah, husbands. Love you Hot Lips Hoolahan.

Pictures That Make Me Happy

This picture makes me happy because it shows the weather is warm enough to wear flops.



These pictures make me happy because Layla has good basketball shooting form, Eli is playing outside in his pajamas, and our neighbors put a basketball hoop out front for everyone to play with.

These pictures make me happy because they mean warmth, creativity, cheap entertainment, good memories, and smiley teeth, even if they are a little crooked.

Here Little Leprachaun

Eli was given the optional assignment of creating a leprechaun trap. He started with a box, some construction paper, glue, and markers. Then he asked his dad for help. With the nice weather and a little time to spare, the two of them concocted this insane contraption. It is complete with a pull string and trap door.

Back to Being a Goober

Does anyone else love the word "goober" as much as I do? hmm. Well, Eli is great and back to is funny bunny self. I appreciate all of your prayers. He ended up having some strange infection that doctors never identified. No appendicitis, thank goodness. I still feel on alert, but God has passed a little more peace my way.

Rough Day

So many things go through your mind when you have to take your child to the emergency room. Today I had to take Eli into the ER because he showed up at my bedside in hysterical tears. After a lot of other symptoms I will spare you from reading about, it became apparent that something real was happening.

At the end of the day, the doctor mostly ruled out appendicitis, but said it could be an infection, or not. As helpful as all that is, I am grateful.

I am grateful for my son.
I am grateful for my husband's job and the fact that he was free to leave whenever he needed to without feeling pressure.
I am grateful to God for insurance.
I am grateful to God for my neighbor and sister who were both willing to drop everything and just help.
I am grateful that I am a mother and get to experience life, no matter how painfully real, with my children.
I am grateful for the staff at the hospital that talked my son out of a panic attack (literally) over his fear of all things needle.
I am grateful that my kids didn't see me cry today.
I am grateful that I can make a couple calls and know that people are willing to grab a knee immediately to pray for my children.
I am grateful that God chose me- his peace was overwhelming today.

Sam No Longer Sleeps With The Pacifier

No, not this one.

This one. We are very excited.

There are Two Kinds of People in This World...Those Who Love Michael Scott, and Those Who Hate Him

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOCsXFKrxJw

Follow this link to find out which one you are. Be sure your speakers are ready.

Things That Make Me Happy

When people use the phrase "that's what she said"

The Office

Michael Scott dressed as Willy Wonka

PB&J

Dwight Schrute and his whole intro about his love for candy and stomach acids

KGB knock knock jokes

Michael Scott's toilet ideas

I am sorry for people who don't know what any of this means.

This Week I Realized

I have 18 months left of school

I LOVE playing guitar

Playing guitar while singing is a mite difficult

I do not, even a little, enjoy teaching middle school PE

I want to work with ESL students and get my masters in ESL Education

I can do just that in 18 months and totally online

When I think I only have a few days to eat junk food, I eat a lot of junk food

Someone should do a remake of Leavin' On a Jet plane


I like my kids more than other people's kids most of the time; they are cool and amusing.

*family photo taken by Jessie The Bird

Good Morning

This is the vision I come out to nearly every morning. I should thank Isabelle. When she was 2 she began waking up and making herself cereal. She would turn on the tv and eat her breakfast on her tv tray. It set the stage. I do love family meals, but why go through all the fuss when everyone is just as thrilled over cereal and milk? Especially when we get cereal from The Cereal Man, Mr. James. If you were in the other room listening, you would guess it was Christmas as they yell something like, "MR JAMES MUST HAVE GIVEN US CEREAL!!!" Then you would guess it probably isn't Christmas, cause who gives cereal? Well, with that reaction, we may start!

Happy Birthday to..All of You

Elijah is 8


Daddy is year older

And now my Layla Grace is 7

Why I Like Mike #21

He ALREADY got me my anniversary present, it was ALL his idea, and it is something we get to do together, possibly forever. Meet Rosalie, the newest member of our family. Isn't she a beauty?


I MEAN WHAT!!?? I OWN THIS THING?! I cannot tell you how very much this guitar was calling to me in the store. Then my husband said those beautiful words. "Kay, let's get one." OOH okay! And here is where it gets better. After we tucked the kids in and said goodbye to our super fun company of Jenene Boardman, The Man and I worked through our very first guitar lesson.


And look at these details


Isn't she pretty?

Family Vacation

This picture is from the archives of the Dahir family. I wish I could say that woman in the pic is my mom, but she is a friend of the family. Notice all the memories: knee high socks all around, the awesomeness that is wearing the shirt over the shoulders. One might argue why wear one at all if it isn't going to cover the important parts. I love the touristy look, the scenery, the family happiness exuding from our faces, the hats. Seriously, what's going on with the hats? Is it a statement? To me, they say "I am hoping to recreate the effects of a lunar eclipse everywhere this hike will take me." I can't help myself, but I am jealous of those hats. Not their ability to shade a half mile radius; I am jealous because wearing them means the family is on vacation. I yearn for a family vacation with my own little tykes. I am really to the point that I don't care wear we go. I just want to go. And, no offense, I don't want anyone else to go. Just me, The Man, and those little crazies I have birthed over the past 11 years.

Joseph of Arimethea

There are certain characters in the bible that strike me. Joseph of Arimethea is one of those. I was listening to a book on tape the other day (a fiction novel called The Centurion's Wife), and the character of Joseph of Arimethea got choked up over his remembering his experience of bringing Jesus' body to his tomb. I read a little more about it, and there really isn't much that I would count as biblically accurate. So much of it is holy grail business and Catholic information. I am sure some of it was written with great motive, but I am not Catholic, so I can't quite get into it.
Anyway, I got choked up myself when I started picturing the process of Joseph claiming Jesus' body, the process of him preparing the body, and his motives behind it all.
I can't seem to grasp what it would have been like to carry the body of Christ after what he just went through and knowing it was all for me. It must have been cold. Did Joseph go alone? Did he have help? Was he a rich overseer through the whole process? Or, was it his hands that did all those things?
Suddenly confessing that he was a Christ follower after years of silence must have been a heavy burden to unload. This guy was not some poor guy from out of nowhere. He had a reputation, and a long career ahead of him. What was he thinking when he went to Pilate? Was he even worried about it anymore? I mean, he obviously cared about it yesterday. But now that his Lord was murdered, maybe he did it all to make up for his silence. Maybe he wasn't silent out of fear or small faith. Maybe there was more going on. No one really knows.
Then I think, did he do everything to make up for what he viewed as disloyal service to Christ? Give up his own tomb, request to bury Christ himself, reveal himself as a Christ follower?
I relate so well because of my motives. Sometimes I have to check my motives 50 times before I approach someone or make a decision. I usually call on those who know me best, because my concern is really a fancy word for judgement. Not always, but often enough to be revealed when I read a story about a guy named Joseph.

Be Mine Valentine

Dinner by mom, prepared with love,
Candle Light
Heart shaped confetti
Lots of kisses
Air hockey playoffs
Batman pinball games
Smart Cycle
snuggling in front of our wedding video. Valentine's might be my new favorite.












SMOOCH

My Affection for Trees and Most Things Living

I say MOST because birds bother me, some dogs drive my allergies over the edge making them highly disliked even at a distance, and things that slither or crawl (not including babies) tend to make me slither or crawl. Shudder.
TREES on the other hand, make me so very happy. It started with a verse.

He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, Which yields its fruit in its season And its leaf does not wither; And in whatever he does, he prospers.~Psalm 1:3

Then I found another.

"For he will be like a tree planted by the water, That extends its roots by a stream And will not fear when the heat comes; But its leaves will be green, And it will not be anxious in a year of drought Nor cease to yield fruit.~ Jeremiah 17:8

Then I began unintentionally finding real trees that made me smile when I drove by them. I could take you to them all if you were here. They are, for some reason, cemented in my spirit. I can't explain any of it. I just know it is a desire from God simply as a part of who I am and how I appreciate the work of God's hands. Last week, my super great friends visited. One massaged the stress away with her oh-so-magic-hands and the other left this on my living room wall:











Thanks friends.