"See your mother is 6 meters away so you need to stay with us."
"You can not jump away."
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Little Toadie
"Now little toadie you need to stay with us"
"See your mother is 6 meters away so you need to stay with us."
"You can not jump away."
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
"See your mother is 6 meters away so you need to stay with us."
"You can not jump away."
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Slowing Life
Slowing life down just a bit to snuggle with a cute toddler on the porch swing makes me smile.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Monday, June 13, 2011
City Polly and Country Pony
Good friends are hard to come by
but Pony and Polly seem to have figured it out!
Polly arrives at Pony's country home.
Polly needed a little nap before she says hello to Pony.
Pony has warned Polly on the hazards of the high paced city life she is lives.
Pony is doing a few last minute things before Polly rings the bell.
Polly does not even notice the mess.
She wishes Pony would not worry about such things as much as Pony does.
They have a grand time visiting!
See you next time!!
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
but Pony and Polly seem to have figured it out!
Polly arrives at Pony's country home.
Polly needed a little nap before she says hello to Pony.
Pony has warned Polly on the hazards of the high paced city life she is lives.
Pony is doing a few last minute things before Polly rings the bell.
Polly does not even notice the mess.
She wishes Pony would not worry about such things as much as Pony does.
They have a grand time visiting!
See you next time!!
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Guinea Pig Bath?
The other day I found this cute guy (meaning the guinea pig but Joel is very cute as well!) had been colored with marker by,I am guessing, that sweet little Lids. That is just a hunch, though.
Joel and I set out to give cute little marshmallow guy a bath.
I was not sure if it was even ok to give guinea pigs baths.
But we did anyway.
She did not really like it but Joel did get to cozy with her afterwards.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Joel and I set out to give cute little marshmallow guy a bath.
I was not sure if it was even ok to give guinea pigs baths.
But we did anyway.
She did not really like it but Joel did get to cozy with her afterwards.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Friday, June 10, 2011
Morristown Dam Days
This is always one of my favorite things of the summer.
Here was my parade group.
We went to the fair after the parade. It was a lot of fun! Lily went on her first ride. It was great! Of course cotton candy is a must have!
Sadly, there were no bagpipes this year!!!
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Here was my parade group.
We went to the fair after the parade. It was a lot of fun! Lily went on her first ride. It was great! Of course cotton candy is a must have!
Sadly, there were no bagpipes this year!!!
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Blah Blah and More Blah Blah!
I sure have been struggling these past few weeks.
I suppose it has shown in my lack of daily posts.
I guess I have been thinking what is the use.
You other bloggers out there, do you ever go through times when you feel that way?
I have been feeling like I am walking on an emotional balance beam.
This week our neighbor scolded one of my boys about how he should help Jeff cut the lawn. I was SO made at her! She must have been the one who called the city and reported out long lawn. She has not been a very kind neighbor to us these past years. Anyway, her reasoning for scolding our son was that Jeff works so hard and gets home so late from work and then gets up so early and does not get much sleep.
How, I wonder, does she know enough about our lives (I guess mostly Jeff's) to draw conclusions that are so inaccurate about us? This is not the first encounter we have had with her.
Ok, Jeff does work hard and probably does not get the sleep he would like but who really always does? But, Jeff does not get home late. Maybe between 6:30 and 7:30 pm. That is not late. He might leave for work around 8 am. We are night owls so the kids and I are up later. Jeff does run to the store early in the morning to get bread,milk, and other miscellaneous things we need.
Another thing is that the boys did help cut the lawn last year.Why was she not peeking out her window those times? It just so happened that our lawn mower broke down last fall and Jeff had been holding off on buying another one until he could find a used one at a good price. Jeff was not in a hurry to cut the lawn. He is so laid back. Anyway, the boys could not cut the lawn so far this year because of the lawn mower issue. Besides, Jeff does enjoy the exercise he gets mowing the lawn himself.
Does the neighbor know our boys and the rest of our kids do other chores that take up at least an hour and a half of their day every day? Laundry, floor mopping, toilets, dishes (no dishwasher here),etc... There is a lot of everyday mess that comes with a large family. We do not have a snow blower so our kids were the ones out shoveling every day. Jeff did not do much shoveling at all this winter. So,it is so frustrating that she would pass judgment like that.
I felt like such a looser. Why do people do stuff like that?
*Sigh*
That gets me to thinking..how responsible are we for someone else's perception of us? I do tend to worry being a larger family that our noise level, kids bickering (sometimes very loud), etc... that someone would walk by our home and misinterpret what is going on.
I once had a mail lady break up a fight between two of my children when in fact the two children were not fighting at all. They were teasing each other. I think that this mail lady assumed they were fighting because it was my Liberian boy and one of his younger sisters.
Why do others think they know how to parent my children better than Jeff and I do?
Maybe others do know more than we do? You know it is easy to put blinders on when it comes to our and our own children's weaknesses sometimes.
Such a bummer I am this last few weeks.
We have had some set backs on the adoption front as well. We were hoping the children would be here by now but maybe it will be much longer than we thought. I think everyone is waiting on us to get things done on our part. Others who we know who have adopted through disruptions seem to have had things moving forward so much faster than us.
A Young man passed away from our church this past weekend that has really made me sad. He was only twenty eight. He taught Sunday school to some of my children. Jeff taught AWANA with his dad. This young man was just so nice. The funeral was today. We could not go but Jeff took some of the kids to the visitation last night.
This afternoon a friend dropped off four pans of bars for us that were left-over from the funeral. The young man's mom thought of us and wanted us to enjoy them. What is the proper way in receiving something like that?
We were so grateful (always are for any food) and almost all four pans are eaten already. The thing was I communicated like a total idiot when she dropped off the goodies. Afterwards, Elena suggested that maybe I should pre-write what I should say to people in various situations and memorize them so I do not sound like a bumbling idiot.(The bumbling idiot description was my choice of words not Elena's. She was much kinder)
I remember when my great grandma Davis passed away. Each of us grandchildren were given $300 dollars. That was very kind of my great grandmother to do that. I was in college at the time. When I talked to my grandmother about the money I had referred to it at a blessing, which it was because like I said I was a starving college student. I was firmly reminded that my great grandmother had died to get me that money. See, I have no social graces at all.
And I have been eating and eating! I am already overweight and now even more so!
Blah, blah, blah!!!
Ok, I'm done now.
This is totally a terrible post!!!
But then again, such is life sometimes.
Some prettiness amongst my ickiness!
Jeff brought me home these real pretty flowers this past Monday.
I thought they looked real pretty on the front porch.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
I suppose it has shown in my lack of daily posts.
I guess I have been thinking what is the use.
You other bloggers out there, do you ever go through times when you feel that way?
I have been feeling like I am walking on an emotional balance beam.
This week our neighbor scolded one of my boys about how he should help Jeff cut the lawn. I was SO made at her! She must have been the one who called the city and reported out long lawn. She has not been a very kind neighbor to us these past years. Anyway, her reasoning for scolding our son was that Jeff works so hard and gets home so late from work and then gets up so early and does not get much sleep.
How, I wonder, does she know enough about our lives (I guess mostly Jeff's) to draw conclusions that are so inaccurate about us? This is not the first encounter we have had with her.
Ok, Jeff does work hard and probably does not get the sleep he would like but who really always does? But, Jeff does not get home late. Maybe between 6:30 and 7:30 pm. That is not late. He might leave for work around 8 am. We are night owls so the kids and I are up later. Jeff does run to the store early in the morning to get bread,milk, and other miscellaneous things we need.
Another thing is that the boys did help cut the lawn last year.Why was she not peeking out her window those times? It just so happened that our lawn mower broke down last fall and Jeff had been holding off on buying another one until he could find a used one at a good price. Jeff was not in a hurry to cut the lawn. He is so laid back. Anyway, the boys could not cut the lawn so far this year because of the lawn mower issue. Besides, Jeff does enjoy the exercise he gets mowing the lawn himself.
Does the neighbor know our boys and the rest of our kids do other chores that take up at least an hour and a half of their day every day? Laundry, floor mopping, toilets, dishes (no dishwasher here),etc... There is a lot of everyday mess that comes with a large family. We do not have a snow blower so our kids were the ones out shoveling every day. Jeff did not do much shoveling at all this winter. So,it is so frustrating that she would pass judgment like that.
I felt like such a looser. Why do people do stuff like that?
*Sigh*
That gets me to thinking..how responsible are we for someone else's perception of us? I do tend to worry being a larger family that our noise level, kids bickering (sometimes very loud), etc... that someone would walk by our home and misinterpret what is going on.
I once had a mail lady break up a fight between two of my children when in fact the two children were not fighting at all. They were teasing each other. I think that this mail lady assumed they were fighting because it was my Liberian boy and one of his younger sisters.
Why do others think they know how to parent my children better than Jeff and I do?
Maybe others do know more than we do? You know it is easy to put blinders on when it comes to our and our own children's weaknesses sometimes.
Such a bummer I am this last few weeks.
We have had some set backs on the adoption front as well. We were hoping the children would be here by now but maybe it will be much longer than we thought. I think everyone is waiting on us to get things done on our part. Others who we know who have adopted through disruptions seem to have had things moving forward so much faster than us.
A Young man passed away from our church this past weekend that has really made me sad. He was only twenty eight. He taught Sunday school to some of my children. Jeff taught AWANA with his dad. This young man was just so nice. The funeral was today. We could not go but Jeff took some of the kids to the visitation last night.
This afternoon a friend dropped off four pans of bars for us that were left-over from the funeral. The young man's mom thought of us and wanted us to enjoy them. What is the proper way in receiving something like that?
We were so grateful (always are for any food) and almost all four pans are eaten already. The thing was I communicated like a total idiot when she dropped off the goodies. Afterwards, Elena suggested that maybe I should pre-write what I should say to people in various situations and memorize them so I do not sound like a bumbling idiot.(The bumbling idiot description was my choice of words not Elena's. She was much kinder)
I remember when my great grandma Davis passed away. Each of us grandchildren were given $300 dollars. That was very kind of my great grandmother to do that. I was in college at the time. When I talked to my grandmother about the money I had referred to it at a blessing, which it was because like I said I was a starving college student. I was firmly reminded that my great grandmother had died to get me that money. See, I have no social graces at all.
And I have been eating and eating! I am already overweight and now even more so!
Blah, blah, blah!!!
Ok, I'm done now.
This is totally a terrible post!!!
But then again, such is life sometimes.
Some prettiness amongst my ickiness!
Jeff brought me home these real pretty flowers this past Monday.
I thought they looked real pretty on the front porch.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Friday, June 3, 2011
The Secret
She leans close to my ear, brushing my hair away as if it might hinder me from hearing her secret.
The secret intended for my ears only.
She leans forward and whispers softly.
"I love you, mommy."
As if to confirm her deep secret, she once more whispers in her sweet little toddler voice.
"Mommy, I love you so much."
She then sits back against the chair.
It is as if a heavy unseen weight has been lifted from her small shoulders.
She is now free.
Free from this secret that has been hidden for so long.
Free now to ask for my puff corn.
We eat the puff corn in silents as my hair falls back over my ear, and marvel at what just transpired.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Thursday, June 2, 2011
WE WON'T MOW!!
Ok, so I am still a little worked up over our public nuisance rep.
I vote that we move farther out into the country.
I think that is a good alternative.
A good solution to our problem.
Umm...
I do not necessarily like Jeff's solution...
that we just cut our grass.
No.
I think the moving thing is better.
I thought I could make signs.
Something like
WE WON'T MOW!!
WE WOULD RATHER GO!!!
Um, Jeff did not agree.
He mowed the lawn.
Oh well.
A little photo cheer after my icky last few days.
We may not be 'yard people' but among our over grown grass and in-between our dandelion fields we do have a little beauty.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
I vote that we move farther out into the country.
I think that is a good alternative.
A good solution to our problem.
Umm...
I do not necessarily like Jeff's solution...
that we just cut our grass.
No.
I think the moving thing is better.
I thought I could make signs.
Something like
WE WON'T MOW!!
WE WOULD RATHER GO!!!
Um, Jeff did not agree.
He mowed the lawn.
Oh well.
A little photo cheer after my icky last few days.
We may not be 'yard people' but among our over grown grass and in-between our dandelion fields we do have a little beauty.
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
What's Up Patchwork Mommy?
Where have you been?
Oh, just around.
Jeff has had the past few days off so it has been a little busy around here.
But in truth, I just have not been feeling very inspired.
Kind of just blah.
I saw this sign out on our street corner and thought that it sums up my life lately.
I do not do personal road work well.
I find this verse very comforting when I am in these kind of blah moods.
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
The LORD Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Psalm 46:1-3 and 7
Sometimes it is the vague emotional blah moods that are harder to stand up under.
One thing I can count on is that tomorrow is a new day.
The emotional waters will not roar and foam forever and the mountains will eventually stop their quaking.
The God of Jacob is my fortress against these raging out of perspective emotions of mine.
What do you ask triggered such a pit in my mind?
I think I was heading into this downward spiral for a few days.
Feeling a little behind the eight ball with lots of stuff.
But the thing that pushed me over was we received a letter in the mail that our yard was a public nuisance.
Something about the lawn needing to be cut because it is over 6 inches long.
Don't laugh now.
Did I just hear a snicker?
I truly am not being over dramatic.
Honest.
I just do not like when others think we are doing things wrong.
~Sigh~
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
Oh, just around.
Jeff has had the past few days off so it has been a little busy around here.
But in truth, I just have not been feeling very inspired.
Kind of just blah.
I saw this sign out on our street corner and thought that it sums up my life lately.
I do not do personal road work well.
I find this verse very comforting when I am in these kind of blah moods.
God is our refuge and strength,
an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
and the mountains quake with their surging.
The LORD Almighty is with us;
the God of Jacob is our fortress.
Psalm 46:1-3 and 7
Sometimes it is the vague emotional blah moods that are harder to stand up under.
One thing I can count on is that tomorrow is a new day.
The emotional waters will not roar and foam forever and the mountains will eventually stop their quaking.
The God of Jacob is my fortress against these raging out of perspective emotions of mine.
What do you ask triggered such a pit in my mind?
I think I was heading into this downward spiral for a few days.
Feeling a little behind the eight ball with lots of stuff.
But the thing that pushed me over was we received a letter in the mail that our yard was a public nuisance.
Something about the lawn needing to be cut because it is over 6 inches long.
Don't laugh now.
Did I just hear a snicker?
I truly am not being over dramatic.
Honest.
I just do not like when others think we are doing things wrong.
~Sigh~
Warmly,A Patchwork Mommy
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