tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46160999657068728202024-03-13T08:26:39.438-04:00Running Down DreamsThis is our life...a series of dreams come true on a daily basis. Join us as we run down our dreams, add to our family, and keep a journal of our crazy yet wonderful life!Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-62166551943182910952011-09-29T20:31:00.000-04:002011-09-29T20:31:42.324-04:00Just a few more photos...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">This past weekend, my mom treated our family to a weekend at the Fryemont Inn in Bryson City, NC. We thoroughly enjoyed our visit with Mom and Pat in NC.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saturday, we took a train ride on the Great Smoky Mountain Railroad. Our tour was four hours long, and wound through the Eastern Carolina mountains up to the Natahala Gorge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Can you believe Scarlett took this photo? She is quite the little photographer at 7 years old. This is at Clingman's Dome, Great Smoky Mountain National Park. Jackson is getting so big.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMxV3yKzPjQ/ToES0lFTIWI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/q0ilMGgl6aQ/s1600/IMG_1869.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nMxV3yKzPjQ/ToES0lFTIWI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/q0ilMGgl6aQ/s400/IMG_1869.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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All in all, it was the perfect way to spend a weekend.Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-91253120472591919372011-09-05T11:36:00.000-04:002011-09-05T11:36:55.089-04:00Kicking cans<div style="text-align: left;">I've been working hard the last few days trying to get things ready for a yard sale with everyone on my mom's circle. I would love to get rid of a lot more things, but find I am getting push-back from everyone in the house. Apparently, I do not put the same value on their "prized possessions".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I would sell everything we owned and start from scratch if I could. I suppose it is a good thing I can't. I <i>suppose</i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I told my husband the other day that I was beginning to feel bitter about using up the <i>best</i> of me at an office and having little left to offer the children and him once I came home. I feel like if I could simplify my household, I would have more time for the people and things I want to send my on - family, friends, writing, crafts, GOD.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My mom always tells me that I just need to kick a few cans down the road - just keep kicking them until they are where they need to be. I might have to kick some more than others, but they will all eventually get to their destinations. I need to keep reminding myself that life is not a race, but a marathon.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So, I am off to kick few cans. Wish me luck.</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-72120512745057286482011-09-02T22:07:00.000-04:002011-09-02T22:07:56.042-04:00Currently...-<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1. listening to the sound of doggie nails on the floor.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2. eating some red hot candies that my thoughtful husband brought home to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3. wishing that I had more time to spend with my family and less doing "drudge" work.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">4. wearing my Columbia cargo shorts, Skechers, and sea foam green tank top.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">5. feeling excited about moving some items out of our house.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">6. weather is humid, warm and partly cloudy with temps in the upper 80's.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">7. wanting to be a stay at home mom.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8. needing to work because right now we need the funds.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">9. thinking about a young couple who recently lost their baby girl.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">10. thankful that God is merciful and still in control.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYiyaKEsAQA/TmGLoITfIXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/W2XjUWT7fUs/s1600/IMG_0201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CYiyaKEsAQA/TmGLoITfIXI/AAAAAAAAA4I/W2XjUWT7fUs/s320/IMG_0201.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">From giant glass sculpture at Indianapolis Children's Museum. No reason for it being here other than I like it.</span></div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-40630874201660456612011-08-29T21:45:00.001-04:002011-08-29T21:47:03.618-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjFfvG0aBi4/Tlw-7eaDzZI/AAAAAAAAA34/g7vOI_dZCjM/s1600/IMG_0555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjFfvG0aBi4/Tlw-7eaDzZI/AAAAAAAAA34/g7vOI_dZCjM/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">I want to go back here again. Time seemed to stand still. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Someday...</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">July has been a very busy month. My husband and I celebrated 17 years of marriage (I don't know he has managed living with me that long without killing me!), attempted to go on a family camping trip (note: you are suppose to spend the night on those - not just show up, eat and leave - which is what we did...honest!), took a trip to Indianapolis to meet with some dear friends who traveled to China at the same time we did in 2005 to meet their daughters for the first time, and on top of all that, had out-of-state family staying with us for 3 weeks. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've been a little busy.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On top of all that madness, I had to go to work. Or I wouldn't get paid. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">On the upside, our little garden is producing tomatoes like crazy, we have three <em>tiny </em>watermelons that have popped up, and our dog has kept the backyard squirrel-free for almost an entire month. Except for when the varmints sneak in under cover of darkness. Oh, and getting ready for school to begin in two weeks. Aahhh! I am not ready for that!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So that has been our summer thus far. I hope to have some photos soon of some of our summer shenanigans. Hope yours has been great!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-91803903797068969832011-06-26T20:17:00.000-04:002011-06-26T20:17:03.019-04:00Getting stronger<div style="text-align: left;">I have decided that I want to live a healthier lifestyle. I guess part of the impetus is that I have two kids under the age of ten that I would dearly love to see grow up, marry and have children of their own. I have never been over weight, but I am definitely far from "in shape".</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>I intend to change that.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't believe that fad diets work, but I do believe that eating foods that are not so far from their natural state (i.e not processed to death!) is better for me. So I put myself on a detox diet - no starchy foods like potatoes, pasta, white bread - no chocolate, colas or other high fat foods.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Instead, I am going to focus on lean proteins, more green veggies, low sugar fruits, cottage cheese, yogurt, kefir and eggs/egg whites. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have already lost five pounds from changing out what I eat. I feel that I have more energy now. My mood is more upbeat as a result. A win-win in my opinion.<br />
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I look forward to continuing this lifestyle!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-22148690427814238422011-06-03T07:11:00.001-04:002011-06-03T19:05:21.695-04:00Staying Orgaznized<div style="text-align: left;">As anyone who knows me knows (because I blather on and on about it) that I am attempting to follow the <u>31 Days to Clean</u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>challenge that can be found <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/">here</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">One of this week's challenges was to have a plan, develop a schedule that works for you, and use it to stay organized. Probably my biggest challenge is staying organized. Like many people, I am a pile-it-up-and-figure-it-where-to-put-it-later person. Not the best plan for an organized life.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just this week, I jumped the gun (again!) on a home project, and James had to pick up a lot of slack. In an earlier post, I decided to tear out all of the wallpaper in the master bath. I had not planned this very well, and we have had to use the hall bathroom for all four of us. Not the best arrangement, to be sure.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">That said, I suppose I am on track for the bathroom challenges this week - reorganize the bathroom closets and clean the baths. I guess my master bath is just getting a major face lift in the process. We should have it complete this weekend.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway, James suggested that we sit down and organize and plan out what projects we want to do in our home, when we will do them, and also make a general schedule of how the household should run. Notice I wrote <i>should </i>run. As everyone knows, schedules need to be flexible when you have a family.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are working on the schedule(s) now. I hope to post once we get them nailed down. Organizing is HARD!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I have often heard that boys are tougher to potty train than girls, and I am finding that, at least for me, this is the case. I planned out my boot camp attack early. I went to Walmart at purchased a few items to act as enticements (read: <i>bribes) </i>to using the potty seat regularly. I picked up some Cars flushable wipes, fun liquid soap (the kind that changes colors!), Elmo and Thomas the Train pajamas, a Thomas the Train shorts outfit, Thomas the Train briefs, a water gun, a dinosaur egg bath fizzy, and a Thomas the Train DVD set. Oh yeah, and a bag of M&Ms for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I took off work Friday so I could have a full day head's start working with Jackson. He did really well the first few hours. Only had one boo-boo all day. We blew through a lot of the goodies quickly.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Which is why I had to get James to make an emergency trip out with Scarlett for more provisions. They picked up some puzzles, Pez dispenser (Thomas the Train!), water cannon, a couple of books, some Ring Pops, coloring books, a yellow visor and yellow sand pail. I am hopeful that these will get us through Monday, when Potty Boot Camp officially ends.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today we had a couple of accidents - it is hard to remember to go potty when you are having such a good time playing at a sand/water table. I am hopeful that tomorrow will be as good, if not better!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Off to throw in another load of laundry. Potty training tends to increase the amount of laundry to be done!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-44984252321261724012011-05-27T19:28:00.002-04:002011-05-29T11:47:32.497-04:00What day is this again?<div style="text-align: left;">I am working on the 31 Days to Clean challenge. I am really not sure what day I am on - I think the challenge is on Day 19. I think I fell off the wagon on Day 4. Anyway, today's challenge is all about the self-disciplined life. You can read all about it <a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/2011/05/27/day-20-time-31-days-to-clean/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;">here.</span></b></a><span id="goog_899735994"></span><span id="goog_899735995"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><br />
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Day 19 exhorts us to commit to goals, complete these goals, but more importantly, <i>to never give up.</i> I like that. Just because I failed to keep up with the challenge goals, I am giving myself permission to try, try again. Just because I am behind doesn't mean that I should quit. The turtle in the story of the "Turtle and the Hare" was slow and behind. But as the moral of the fable goes, <i>slow and steady wins the race.</i> So I am not giving up. Slowly and surely I will meet all of the goals in the Challenge. I am encouraged by reading the blogs of other like-minded ladies who are similarly struggling and refusing to give up. We are a sisterhood of turtles!<br />
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Today's challenge: Clean out and organize my bathroom closet and update my first-aid kit. I can start anew there. </div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-22983189440802013892011-05-21T20:02:00.001-04:002011-05-27T19:35:01.126-04:00Latest Home Improvement Project - Anything but clean!<div style="text-align: left;">I am excited about the latest home improvement project we have going. So excited, that I have embraced it over cleaning on my 31 Days schedule right now. Which is fine, because sometimes you just have to do something else to keep from going insane. Learn about the 31 Day Challenge (that I am behind on) <a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/2011/05/20/day-15-id-rather-do-anything-but-clean-31-days-to-clean/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">We live in a nice, unassuming brick rancher in a nice, suburban neighborhood. We bought it several years ago as a fixer-upper, and we have been fixing up ever since - new roof, new HVAC - you get the idea. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Now we are to the fun part - decorating. I decided to start on the master bathroom. I decided that was the place to start for two reasons:</div><ol><li style="text-align: left;">It was small and could be completed quickly, giving me the mental boost to continue in other rooms; and,</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">while I was sitting there watching 3 year old Jackson play in the tub, I started absent-mindedly picking at the outdated wallpaper. Half an hour later, I was into full blown wallpaper removal before I knew it. So I kinda had to finish it.</li>
</ol><div style="text-align: left;">Here is a photo of the bathroom before:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Of course, being the Type A, bull dog personality that I am, I of course had to purchase some new things for the bath: rug, shower curtain, towels, and new light fixture. I drew the line at the toilet cozy, because, well, I really don't like them. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am really pumped about the new light fixture. After seeing the old one, wouldn't you agree a change is in order?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am keeping an eye out for a good deal on a vanity. All of our old vanities are the 1970's Formica-type. Utilitarian, but definitely <strong><span style="font-size: large;">not</span></strong> beautiful. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I do plan to get back on my 31 Days to Clean. Honest! Just not today.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">I get distracted. <i> <b>A</b></i><b> </b><i><b>lot</b></i>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Which is why I like to make lists. Lots of lists. I even have an app for my lists on my iPad. I call it my list of lists. (Let me go on record as saying, iPads are AWESOME!).</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">My inability to focus on things make the Challenge a challenge. That is why I particularly got excited about the List of Six in the Martha/Mary Challenge for Day 6. Prioritize the top six things you need to accomplish on any given day. Put them in order of importance. Only list six things. If you don't finish one, put it at the top of tomorrow's list. Easy peasy, huh? You can read more about it <a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/2011/05/09/day-6-the-six-list-31-days-to-clean/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">here.</span></a><span id="goog_540230315"></span><span id="goog_540230316"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My list for today (and I had to revise it already) is:</div><ol><li style="text-align: left;">Get my hair cut (may throw in an eyebrow wax and totally get pampered).</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Find my old resume or create a new one (I want to make some extra income by becoming an adjunct professor at a local college).</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Write a new blog post.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Sit in the sun.</li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Do my Martha/Mary Challenge </li>
<li style="text-align: left;">Clip 3 year old's toenails.</li>
</ol><div style="text-align: left;">I have had #6 on my to-do list for about 3 days - I keep forgetting! So far, I have completed 1 - 4. Feeling pretty good about my progress!</div><ol></ol><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i>Do you keep a to-do list? What would your list of Six Things be?</i></b></div></div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-59022768835091826402011-05-05T22:07:00.001-04:002011-05-09T11:49:39.118-04:00Already behind<div style="text-align: left;">I started this 31 day challenge to gain a clean house and not lose my soul to it last Sunday. I can honestly say: I. Am. Behind. BIG TIME. You can read about the Challenge on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/tag/31-days-to-clean/">Joyful Mothering</a></span>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Obviously the challenges were made more for stay-at-home moms and not moms who have jobs outside the home. I am finding it nearly impossible (not impossible, just nearly so) to meet the Martha challenges. For those of you who are not aware of what the Martha Challenge is, it is basically a chore assignment for each of the 31 days. For instance, the first day was to clean your 'fridge.<br />
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Anyway, when I come home from work the last thing I want to do is housework. I want to play with my two kids. I want to have a real conversation with my husband. But failure to do housework makes my home chaotic. And I've already determined that chaotic makes me anxious - anxious does not a fun wife/mama make.<br />
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So I try to do everything that I can to keep up, but still miss the mark. Is this failure? No, I don't think so. I just consider it a revised plan. While some followers of the Challenge may do all of the challenges on schedule, this girl is making up her own schedule. A lot of my work will, by necessity, be done late in the evening after kids are in bed or on the weekend. Either way, I will come out ahead. As long as there is improvement, I am content. And isn't that all we really need? Contentment?<br />
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Praying for contentment for you!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-74273818167252781812011-05-03T08:08:00.004-04:002011-05-05T22:06:12.316-04:00Thirty-One Days to Clean - a Challenge<div style="text-align: left;">A couple of weeks ago, I was reading through a friend's Facebook page. She had read that a new eBook about house-cleaning was about to be published called, <u>Thirty-One Days to Clean: Having a Martha House the Mary Way</u>, by Sarah Rae. The premise of the book intrigued me. You can check it out <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B004W3UK4M?ie=UTF8&tag=joyfumothe0b-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=1789&creativeASIN=B004W3UK4M"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">here</span></a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It bring to my mind the story of Martha and her sister Mary from the Bible in Luke 10:38-42. Jesus and his disciples were traveling among several towns when they came to the village of Martha and Mary. I can just imagine how the story would read in modern times: Martha invites Jesus into her and Mary's home. It is a mess! How could she let Jesus see her home in such disarray? She immediately sets to work cleaning, fluffing pillows, picking up Mary's shoes (she always just seemed to walk out of them the minute she came through the door - was it too much to ask for her to put them away?). Meanwhile, Mary is sitting in the living room listening to Jesus teach.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">When Martha complains to Jesus about Mary sitting there while <i>she</i> did all the work, Jesus replies: "Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has made the right choice, and it will not be taken away from her." (Luke 10:41-42)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This gets me thinking. Why I am so anxious about my house being clean and neat, or more aptly, <i>not</i> being clean and neat? Was I going about this all the wrong way? Why do I snap at my family when they mess things up or don't help out as much as I think they should? Moreover, why is it so important to me that I keep our house neat and clean? </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I feel like I put a lot of undue pressure on myself when it comes to home and family. I cannot seem to balance these as well as I would like. I started searching out others who seemed to have found that balance. In my search, I found Christin's blog, <a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Joyful Mothering</span></a>. She is farther along in her journey to find that balance. Her blog is inspiring, uplifting and, most of all, <em>hopeful. </em>I highly recommend it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;">It was on<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> </span><a href="http://joyfulmothering.net/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Joyful Mothering</span></a> that I discovered Christin's 31 Day Challenge using Sarah Rae's book. You can read about Christin's challenge on her blog<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">.</span> I have nothing to lose and everything to gain by taking the challenge. A good friend from church is taking the challenge as well, although she won't be blogging about it.<br />
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The challenges are relatively simple. Perhaps the most difficult challenge is the very first one: deciding <em>why</em> it is important to me to keep a clean and neat home; I thought a lot about it, and came to this conclusion:<br />
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<em><span style="color: black;">I need order around me so that I have a sense of calm. If my surroundings are chaotic, messy and disorganized, I am anxious and unable to focus. </span></em><br />
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My friend that I mentioned above, Debbie, did her "Mission Statement" so to speak. I liked it so much, that I asked if I could include it in this post. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The cool thing about paths is that you can always deviate from them. Just be sure that in your trailblazing you keep you eye on the final destination. In my case, I am not sure of the path, but I AM sure of the final destination: that place where I am able to give my God and my family the best me that I can give. I can see that place. I am not sure of its name, though.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am not on the right path yet, but I have my maps, books and a good GPS. I have every intention of finding my way. And I am looking forward to it! Happy Trails to you!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-9465788530396146272011-04-19T12:07:00.000-04:002011-04-19T12:07:59.729-04:00Change of Direction<div style="text-align: left;">I have decided that I need a change of direction. I have felt the gentle (and sometimes, not so gentle) nudge in my spirit to simplify, declutter, and toss things that are draining to me and my family. In doing so, I hope to get myself and family to a healthier place.</div><div style="text-align: left;">A big part of getting there involves reworking this blog. I am not the speediest person on earth - I tend to move slowly on techno stuff. BUT, with that said, stay tuned for changes...'cause they are a'coming!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-25905785899920630562011-03-16T20:49:00.000-04:002011-03-16T20:49:39.062-04:00I didn't expect that!<div style="text-align: left;">I am about 3 weeks into Project 333. It has not been as difficult coming up with 33 pieces as I had first thought. I didn't expect that. I discovered that I actually have <i>fewer</i> than 33 pieces that I regularly wear. I also found that I need to add some key pieces to my wardrobe in order to have some variety. I didn't expect that, either.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I also did not expect that I would have such fun coming up with outfits! I have stretched my comfort zone in some of the outfits I concocted. Some were hits and some, well, not so much. Probably my biggest fashion mistake (according to my fashionista friend, Debbie) is wearing extremely casual khakis with a nicer blouse. But that is a minor faux pax. I can live with that. And I <i>did </i>expect that!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am enjoying the process of finding <i>my</i> style. It is not something that I will discover overnight, but over time. Maybe I will get the nerve up soon to post some outfits - but I expect that will be a long time coming.</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-36538526897006307642011-02-28T16:17:00.000-05:002011-02-28T16:17:30.644-05:00Project 333<div style="text-align: left;">Project 333 - It sounds mysterious, doesn't it? But it isn't a nefarious plan by aliens to overtake the world. It is really a lesson in simplicity. Simplicity in dressing. (More can be found on Project 333 by clicking --<a href="http://www.theproject333.com/">http://www.theproject333.com/</a>)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Several have taken the challenge to make do with fewer number of garments. I admit that less is not a word normally found in my lexicon. I am a "more" kinda girl. If one is good, two are surely better. It has taken me quite some time to rethink my idea of what a well thought out closet should look like. Used to be that I thought I had to have a different outfit for every possible event. Three to four outfits for church - ten different outfits for work - clothes to work out in - clothes to knock around the house in. You get the idea. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In comes Courtney with her Project 333. Three months wearing 33 items of clothing. <em>Not </em>33 outfits but 33 items of clothing. The idea of winnowing my clothing choices down to just 33 items seems daunting, if not plain impossible. Thirty three </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I started making a mental checklist of my closet. The number of slacks I had. How many blouses, tops and shirts were hanging in there. Belts, scarves, jackets and what-nots. There were items in that closet that I had not worn in months, if not years. I also discovered treasures I had long ago forgotten - like my cowboy boots!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I am taking stock now to determine by 33 pieces over the next three months. If you should decide to join me in doing the same, I would love to hear how it is working for you!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-47323399211266427072011-01-01T09:52:00.000-05:002011-01-01T09:52:34.260-05:00It's a Brand New YearEvery January 1, I reflect on the previous year. A lot has happened in our family in just 12 short months - some really small changes, some really big changes, some really small things that WERE big changes. Here is 2010 in review:<br />
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<ul><li>Received news that our family had been approved to adopt Jackson. We were so happy!</li>
<li>Celebrated being a family with our dear Scarlett and preparing to become a family of four.</li>
<li>Welcomed our son Jackson into the family. Having two children is something I always wanted but never dreamed that would come true. We are complete.</li>
<li>Learned about cleft lips and palates - as well as the obstacles that Jackson would encounter along the way.</li>
<li>Saw our daughter off to First Grade. Our little girl is getting so big!</li>
<li>Crossed the biggest hurdle of palate surgery. Glad that is behind us.</li>
<li>Celebrated Jackson being able to use a straw for the first time! So happy!</li>
<li>Hearing TWO children laugh and play - priceless!</li>
<li>Added a small Yorkie to the mix. Sarita is such a fun dog!</li>
<li>Celebrated Scarlett's 7th Birthday with several parties given by friends- she is so loved!</li>
<li>Saw Halloween in with two kids more interested in giving OUT candy than going Trick or Treating. </li>
<li>Thanksgiving - so much to be thankful for.</li>
<li>Mourned with our brother-in-law, who lost his mother 3 days after Thanksgiving.</li>
<li>Mourned with my step mom and sister, who lost their mother/grandmother a few days later.</li>
<li>Rejoiced remembering the Christ Child who was born so that He could die and pay my debt. </li>
<li>Enjoyed a rare Christmas snow. Magical!</li>
<li>Ate way too many cookies. But man, the were good!</li>
<li>Enjoyed spending time with family and friends. God has been good to us!</li>
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I am looking forward to 2011. I generally don't make resolutions - I never like to see them broken! :) But I do want to try to be more organized and write more. I hope to spend more time having fun with my children - they grow up way too fast! I hope to grow even closer to God.<br />
But most of all, I hope that my friends and family remain healthy and have a wonderful 2011!Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-86376857443615514002010-12-01T11:57:00.001-05:002010-12-01T12:50:20.626-05:00Santa sent some helpers!<div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday when we finally made it home in the torrential rainstorm, we noticed that something was slightly amiss about our Christmas tree. It had gained a couple of small elves! They were quite friendly, and came with a letter of introduction from Santa himself. Santa had sent them to make sure Scarlett and Jackson were not naughty, but were nice!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">The note Santa left stated that the elves were youngsters and needed to be named. So, Scarlett named her elf Caroline, and Jackson named his Alex. The kids played with them until bedtime, when they promptly forgot about them. That is, until this morning. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Those elves are quite the mischievous pair! I've been told that there could be another elf show up to watch Alex and Caroline. We shall have to wait and see, I suppose. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Can't wait to see what happens next!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-26169709958439378572010-11-23T16:43:00.000-05:002010-11-23T16:43:46.833-05:00Thanksgiving - I am so thankful for...<div style="text-align: left;">Thanksgiving will be here in just two days! It is hard to believe that this year is flying by so fast. In all the hubbub of everyday life, sometimes I forget to thank God for all that He has given me. I know that I should never take these blessing for granted. I am so thankful for </div><ul><li><div style="text-align: left;">my salvation. It is the most valuable thing that I have. And to think that God gave His only Son to die for my sins so that I might live. </div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my family. My husband and children keep my life interesting and fun!</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my friends. I have some of the most wonderful friends that a person could ever hope to have. They have helped out during times of sickness and during times of celebration. </div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my Church. A lot of my friends are also part of my church. I don't know where I would be without the encouragement and sometimes admonition of my church family.</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my job. I am fortunate to have a job during a time when so many are without work. I am even more fortunate that I work for such an honorable man and with such fun coworkers.</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my health. I still have good health and plan to do all that I can to remain healthy for as long as I can.</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my cars. They are paid for and reliable. They get us where we need to go.</div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: left;">my sense of humor. Because without it, life would be dull!</div></li>
</ul><div style="text-align: left;">I am also thankful for those of you who take the time to read my thoughts and opinions. Have a blessed and happy Thanksgiving!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-23680484003086828212010-10-20T14:38:00.002-04:002010-10-20T14:39:10.632-04:00Just more of the same strangeness<div style="text-align: left;">Being the mother of a six year old girl and a two and a half year old boy, my days are full of strangeness. Take for instance, this morning. We like to listen to talk radio as we drive in the mornings. This morning was no different. As we were traveling, we heard the news story of a 300 lb chimpanzee that had escaped a home and was wandering around a neighborhood causing all kinds of mischief. The newscaster stated that at one point, the chimpanzee opened a lady's car door (I assume the woman was still in the car) and put its hand on the seat. At that point, Scarlett asked me, "If a chimpanzee ever crawled in our car, what would you do?" I told her I had no idea. Then she said, "Well, what if we were in the driveway at the Git N Go to buy Bug Juice (a kids' drink), and it got in the car?" </div><div style="text-align: left;">I replied, "Then I guess that chimp better have its own money, 'cause I am NOT buying it any Bug Juice."</div><div style="text-align: left;">Strangely, this seemed to satisfy her.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday morning, I was left to my own devices on getting both kids, a dog and myself ready for the day (Hubby was away on a business trip). I honestly have no idea how you single parents do this every day! I am simply in awe of you folks. Anyway, I was trying my best to get the littler kid up. Jackson is usually my Mr. Sunshine morning, noon and night. But not yesterday - he was all out of sorts and grumpy. He cried when I pulled his pj bottoms off. He cried when I put his jeans on. He LOST IT when I tried to take off his Thomas the Train pj top. So I did what every other harried parent would do. I left him in it. The child wore his pj top to daycare. I know I am not the first mama to do this, and I am sure I will not be the last! Thing is, he looked adorable in it. He was happy. I was happy.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Days like these always make me smile and wonder: What's next? Stay tuned...</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-32515204191369001502010-09-28T11:36:00.000-04:002010-09-28T11:36:17.550-04:00Precious Pup<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFiUW4BgrQ/TKIJMERYGoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/mXDoxc3-y1k/s1600/Sarita+Marie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFiUW4BgrQ/TKIJMERYGoI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/mXDoxc3-y1k/s320/Sarita+Marie.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Please allow me to introduce the newest member of our household: Sarita Marie!</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sarita is a four year old Yorkshire Terrier and has retired from birthing puppies. Miss Scarlett has asked for a dog for awhile. We think she is ready. And even if she is not, her Mama is! (I've just wanted a dog forever).</div><div style="text-align: left;">She is currently being "fixed", so we won't get to pick her up until October 8th. Thank you, Susan of Mystic Mountain Kennels for this absolutely precious dog!</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are looking forward to many years with this little girl!</div>Proudmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04027483020499650790noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4616099965706872820.post-77801184987316602882010-09-23T10:38:00.002-04:002010-09-23T16:31:12.905-04:00My "Explosive Child"<div style="text-align: left;">Our daughter Scarlett is a very smart, kind and loving girl. She rarely causes trouble and is an all-around wonderful kid. Like everyone else, she sometimes gets frustrated. However, that is where things get a little different.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes she becomes so frustrated that she quite literally loses all capacity to think clearly. She will scream, kick, hit and, for lack of a better term, lose her mind. She will continue on in this manner for up to an hour before she comes to her senses again. These episodes seem to occur when she is particularly tired or hungry, but not always. Thankfully, she seems to only have this trouble when we are at home. We were not sure if she was having this trouble as an "anxious attachment" problem, discipline problem or something else.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">While desperately searching for something to make sense of this behavior, <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFiUW4BgrQ/TJtZQJ0cUXI/AAAAAAAAA2I/9eW56fUwKnc/s1600/explosive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhFiUW4BgrQ/TJtZQJ0cUXI/AAAAAAAAA2I/9eW56fUwKnc/s200/explosive.jpg" width="131" /></a>I recently ran across a book written by Ross W. Greene called, "Explosive Child". In this book, Greene explains how children are sometimes deficient in the areas of frustration tolerance and flexibility. In other words, these children are unable to handle and verbalize their frustrations in a manner which is both constructive <em>and </em>acceptable. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">By teaching caretakers and children how to use Collaborative Problem Solving (sometimes referred to as CPS), these "explosions" may be diminished, shortened, and many times stopped altogether.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">My own parents just told me what they expected of me, and I did it. But here is what happens with an "explosive" child - </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "I don't want to go to school!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "Well, you 're going. Get in the car." </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child: </strong>KABOOM<strong>!</strong> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">Laying down the law is not necessarily a bad thing, but then, most kids don't have trouble with frustration tolerance and flexibility. As a child, even I became frustrated at times and stomped off to my room, but never to the extent of hitting, screaming, etc. Other parents take the laid back approach of giving in whenever the child demands something.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child: </strong>"I don't want to go to school!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "So don't go. No biggie."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">Again, not always bad - depending on the circumstances. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">The CPS model starts with empathy and parroting back the child's concern. Then you put two concerns out for discussion - the child's and yours. Finally, you ask for solutions from the child and hopefully come up with one that is mutually agreeable. If not, then you go back to square one.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">For example, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "I don't want to go to school!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "You don't want to got to school? You usually love going to school. What's up?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "It's boring."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "It's boring? What about it is boring?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "I'm tired and don't want to go! I'm just tired!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "You're tired. I see. I don't want you to feel tired. Is it safe to say you don't want to be tired?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "Uh huh."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "Well, how can we solve this problem? You don't want to feel tired, and neither do I. What do you suggest?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "Sleep later!"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "Well, that is one idea. However, sleeping late would make you tardy to school. That would make the school and your parents unhappy. Can you think of another solution?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "Maybe go to bed earlier?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Parent:</strong> "That sounds like a good idea. Shall we give that a try?"</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><strong>Child:</strong> "OK."</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">These are oversimplified examples, but you get the idea. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">We have started working on this with Scarlett just recently. It is too early to see if this will work in the big scheme of things, but already I think that I can see a difference in being able to head off explosions. There is hope. And that is enough for right now.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><br />
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