Hello all.
It is 9:49pm.
Some of you are wondering what I am doing still awake.
Well, I'm updating my blog.
duh.
Sorry. I'm not very funny at 9:50pm.
I'm trying to decide if I can stay awake long enough to color my hair tonight.
Yes, I color my own hair. The color I use is very similar to my natural color. The reason I have to color my hair is because I'm already going gray.
Seriously.
And I'm not even thirty yet.
Also, because I can't afford to pay someone $65.00 every six weeks to do it for me. I mean, that's $564.00 a year. Yes, my mom's a math teacher. (and I totally used the calculator on my computer, sorry mom)
And tomorrow I am taking the kiddos to a really cute pumpkin patch to buy pumpkins and take pictures. I might be in some of the pictures so I was thinking I should try to look my best.
Hmmm.
Really I'm just wasting time on the computer because I really don't want to color my hair.
Ok.
I'm gonna go color my hair now.
And if you're looking for a good movie to watch I recommend Penelope. It's really cute.
Peace out,
Bridget
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Our afternoon
The past couple of weeks the weather has been beautiful.
I love fall. It is my favorite season.
So, I made the children play outside in the back yard today. Usually we play in the front where they ride bikes and scooters and play in the sand box, but I couldn't go outside with them today so they had to stay in the back yard.
After about 5 minutes of playing outside I looked out the window and saw this.
After about 10 more minutes Bear and Popeye came back inside. Bobo stayed out of the mud puddle, but he stayed outside with Princess. Princess, however, got right in the middle of it.
And this is what it was in the end. At least she had fun.
And Bobo is still outside.
I love fall. It is my favorite season.
So, I made the children play outside in the back yard today. Usually we play in the front where they ride bikes and scooters and play in the sand box, but I couldn't go outside with them today so they had to stay in the back yard.
After about 5 minutes of playing outside I looked out the window and saw this.
After about 10 more minutes Bear and Popeye came back inside. Bobo stayed out of the mud puddle, but he stayed outside with Princess. Princess, however, got right in the middle of it.
And this is what it was in the end. At least she had fun.
And Bobo is still outside.Bridget
Monday, October 6, 2008
Happy Birthday, Kara Bear!!
My youngest sister turns 20 today.Mom and Dad, can you believe that all your children are adults? WOW.
Kara Bear (our nickname for her, her middle name is Elaine not Bear) you are so AWESOME! You are funny, smart, super cute, strong, enjoyable, and a gazillion other wonderful things! I seriously couldn't have asked for a better baby sister!
I'm sorry I didn't actually remember it was your birthday until the day was almost over, but please know that this day is very important to me because it is the day that God gave us you. (And I got wear a very cute outfit to the hospital. Or so I thought at the time)=)
I love you, sister!
You're the BEST! (and, really, you should be because, like Dad said, you got to learn from watching me and Andrea);-)
Bridge
I Didn't Know My Own Strength
This morning I broke a window with my bare hand.
At the time I didn't think I was reacting in anger. I was trying to get my daughter's attention because she was outside making a mud puddle with the running water hose.
At 8:15 am.
The boys had finished feeding and watering the dogs and they forgot to bring their sister in with them.
I have knocked on this window MANY times in the past to get the children's attention. But this morning was the fateful day. I guess there was some anger in my reaction and I knocked harder than usual because, tap, tap, tap...tap, tap, break. And to be completely honest, right before the tap that did me in the thought that I could possibly break the window flew through my mind. But my hand was already in motion.
I didn't think to take pictures till after my father-in-law had removed the rest of the glass so I had Bobo pose for a picture so you could better see the window with no glass. (no, I don't know why all of this is underlined.)
Of course, Bear wanted his picture taken too.
My father-in-law working his magic.
I did sustain a couple of small injuries. Nothing serious and the big bandage is only because of where the cut is. The regular bandaids wouldn't stay on well.
My father-in-law happened to have a piece of glass the exact size needed and was able to fix the window right away. Good as new.
At the time I didn't think I was reacting in anger. I was trying to get my daughter's attention because she was outside making a mud puddle with the running water hose.
At 8:15 am.
The boys had finished feeding and watering the dogs and they forgot to bring their sister in with them.
I have knocked on this window MANY times in the past to get the children's attention. But this morning was the fateful day. I guess there was some anger in my reaction and I knocked harder than usual because, tap, tap, tap...tap, tap, break. And to be completely honest, right before the tap that did me in the thought that I could possibly break the window flew through my mind. But my hand was already in motion.
I didn't think to take pictures till after my father-in-law had removed the rest of the glass so I had Bobo pose for a picture so you could better see the window with no glass. (no, I don't know why all of this is underlined.)
Of course, Bear wanted his picture taken too.
My father-in-law working his magic.
I did sustain a couple of small injuries. Nothing serious and the big bandage is only because of where the cut is. The regular bandaids wouldn't stay on well.
My father-in-law happened to have a piece of glass the exact size needed and was able to fix the window right away. Good as new.
Thank you so much, Ronny, for coming over quickly and for not making me feel any more stupid than I already did. I love you.
Bridget
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Ok.
Last night we had dinner with some friends. Four couples total. We grilled out and played a really fun/funny board game. (RC and I won!)
Something I noticed during the night, however, was how my children NEVER came to RC and me if they wanted something. They went to ANYONE else. And the ANYONE else usually gave them whatever they asked for.=)
So while Popeye was standing next to the dining table (where the adults were playing their game) and waiting for one of the Anyone's to get him another cookie, one of the other mom's asked him a question and this is the conversation that ensued.
mom: "Baby, do you need to go potty?"
Popeye: "No, I like chocolate."
Ok.
Something I noticed during the night, however, was how my children NEVER came to RC and me if they wanted something. They went to ANYONE else. And the ANYONE else usually gave them whatever they asked for.=)
So while Popeye was standing next to the dining table (where the adults were playing their game) and waiting for one of the Anyone's to get him another cookie, one of the other mom's asked him a question and this is the conversation that ensued.
mom: "Baby, do you need to go potty?"
Popeye: "No, I like chocolate."
Ok.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Instinct
Two Sundays ago, after church, I was standing on the stairs that lead to the balcony of the sanctuary/theater with my youngest son. He was just a few steps up from the floor holding some papers from children's church and his gameboy. His hands were full. Suddenly, my "spider-sense" went off and I turned to see him stumbling down the stairs. However, not being trained on my "spider-sense", I did not react in time to try to catch him. It was like a scene out of the Matrix.
As he stumbled, his feet stayed put on the step they were on, and his knees hit the step below. Then, as he's falling forward, sure to do a face plant into the tiled, lobby floor, he quickly releases everything from his grip and springs his arms forward to catch himself before he hits ground zero! Wow! It was actually pretty cool; like a superman discovering his powers, or something. He stayed there, with legs up on the stairs and hands on the ground holding himself up like a strong ninja move, or something.
I said, "whoa, buddy, are you alright?" He said that he was, and I helped him back up and gave him a high-five for his actions. His papers and gameboy were ok, too. I couldn't believe his wits. He was aware enough to let go of everything in his hands to catch himself and keep from getting hurt. I just knew he was a goner. You know, what 4 year-old kid knows to drop his gameboy and save his hide? I was impressed with his instinct.
A few days later I was driving and heard the Gloria Gaynor song, "I Will Survive". I immediately thought of the episode with my son and his instinct of self-preservation - his instinct to survive. I guess that instinct comes naturally to us. Or, at least, to most of us. Adam and Eve had to develop that instinct after they sinned. One of the first things they did was fix some clothes to hide their nakedness.
Yeah, looking out for "#1" usually comes pretty easily. What's not so easy is looking out for the other guy, or taking care of others. That's more of a pastoral instinct. A pastor is more like a shepherd. He is to care for, feed, protect, and love his sheep. Jesus is the Great Shepherd. This particular instinct came naturally for him. It's not so easy for us. We have that other instinct with which to compete.
A pastoral instinct comes from spending time with God. The more we read his words to us, the more we talk to him in prayer, the more time we spend with him, the more we become like him. While some people are given an extra grace and anointing to pastor, the pastoral instinct is one that, I believe, can be developed in anybody. But like anything else worth having, it takes time and discipline to learn. Some learn it easily; some don't. But, it is the instinct that needs to prevail.
Don't get me wrong. An instinct of self-preservation is important, too. Especially if you're stumbling down some stairs. But, when it comes to dealing with other people, we need to learn to sacrifice a little. Jesus said, "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13) If people looked out for their fellow man more than themselves, I believe this world would be a much better place in which to live. Don't you? Let's show the world His love. Let's develop the right instinct.
Be encouraged.
As he stumbled, his feet stayed put on the step they were on, and his knees hit the step below. Then, as he's falling forward, sure to do a face plant into the tiled, lobby floor, he quickly releases everything from his grip and springs his arms forward to catch himself before he hits ground zero! Wow! It was actually pretty cool; like a superman discovering his powers, or something. He stayed there, with legs up on the stairs and hands on the ground holding himself up like a strong ninja move, or something.
I said, "whoa, buddy, are you alright?" He said that he was, and I helped him back up and gave him a high-five for his actions. His papers and gameboy were ok, too. I couldn't believe his wits. He was aware enough to let go of everything in his hands to catch himself and keep from getting hurt. I just knew he was a goner. You know, what 4 year-old kid knows to drop his gameboy and save his hide? I was impressed with his instinct.
A few days later I was driving and heard the Gloria Gaynor song, "I Will Survive". I immediately thought of the episode with my son and his instinct of self-preservation - his instinct to survive. I guess that instinct comes naturally to us. Or, at least, to most of us. Adam and Eve had to develop that instinct after they sinned. One of the first things they did was fix some clothes to hide their nakedness.
Yeah, looking out for "#1" usually comes pretty easily. What's not so easy is looking out for the other guy, or taking care of others. That's more of a pastoral instinct. A pastor is more like a shepherd. He is to care for, feed, protect, and love his sheep. Jesus is the Great Shepherd. This particular instinct came naturally for him. It's not so easy for us. We have that other instinct with which to compete.
A pastoral instinct comes from spending time with God. The more we read his words to us, the more we talk to him in prayer, the more time we spend with him, the more we become like him. While some people are given an extra grace and anointing to pastor, the pastoral instinct is one that, I believe, can be developed in anybody. But like anything else worth having, it takes time and discipline to learn. Some learn it easily; some don't. But, it is the instinct that needs to prevail.
Don't get me wrong. An instinct of self-preservation is important, too. Especially if you're stumbling down some stairs. But, when it comes to dealing with other people, we need to learn to sacrifice a little. Jesus said, "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13) If people looked out for their fellow man more than themselves, I believe this world would be a much better place in which to live. Don't you? Let's show the world His love. Let's develop the right instinct.
Be encouraged.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Happy 10th Birthday, Bobo!
Saturday was Bobo's 10th birthday. I tried all day to think of what I wanted to say to him on this blog and words just failed me. I love him more than words can say and am so very proud of him. You can check out what my husband said here.
Saturday was also very busy. We had a friend's birthday party to attend from 2-4 in a town about 40 minutes away, the family dinner and party around 5:30, and then the friends coming over for the slumber party around 7. I'm still recovering.
Bobo wanted a Superhero birthday party. No superhero in particular, just any and all superheros. A friend lent us the decorations and all the boys came in costumes or wore one of ours.
Bobo was the Red Power Ranger, Bear was Iron Man, Popeye was the White Power Ranger, and Princess was Super Girl. These are also their Halloween costumes.
We (aka my MIL) purchased a life size Batman and Iron Man for the party. Here she is with Batman.
We opened presents once everyone got there. Then we watched Spiderman while we waited for it to get dark outside. This is a pic of the kids eating and waiting.
We had them draw numbers to determine teams. Two players on a team and three teams. Plus, RC and our friend Chris (his wife Heather was there also) were a team. There were bases and freezing and lots of running and laughing. Heather and I were the judges and team RC and Chris won.=)
Team Blue
Team Green
Team Red
Then we had a ring toss. Team Red won. Then we checked shoes for dog poop and not a single person stepped in any! Woohoo! With two dogs the chances of 10 pairs of clean shoes is slim! Then we watched Spiderman 2. After that the kids got dressed for bed and this is what was happening at 11:00pm right before RC and I went to bed.
We put on a cartoon superhero show and told them to play quietly. After an hour of LOTS of laughter I made them turn the lights off and be quiet. This is what it looked like at 7:30 am.
I made cinnamon rolls and they got ready for church. Yes, I got all my children PLUS three extras ready for church and to praise band practice at 8:30 am! 
Popeye and Princess slept at Grandma and Granddad's. Bobo said it was the best slumber party ever.
Saturday was also very busy. We had a friend's birthday party to attend from 2-4 in a town about 40 minutes away, the family dinner and party around 5:30, and then the friends coming over for the slumber party around 7. I'm still recovering.
Bobo wanted a Superhero birthday party. No superhero in particular, just any and all superheros. A friend lent us the decorations and all the boys came in costumes or wore one of ours.
Bobo was the Red Power Ranger, Bear was Iron Man, Popeye was the White Power Ranger, and Princess was Super Girl. These are also their Halloween costumes.
We (aka my MIL) purchased a life size Batman and Iron Man for the party. Here she is with Batman.
We opened presents once everyone got there. Then we watched Spiderman while we waited for it to get dark outside. This is a pic of the kids eating and waiting.
We had them draw numbers to determine teams. Two players on a team and three teams. Plus, RC and our friend Chris (his wife Heather was there also) were a team. There were bases and freezing and lots of running and laughing. Heather and I were the judges and team RC and Chris won.=)
Team Blue
Team Green
Team Red
Then we had a ring toss. Team Red won. Then we checked shoes for dog poop and not a single person stepped in any! Woohoo! With two dogs the chances of 10 pairs of clean shoes is slim! Then we watched Spiderman 2. After that the kids got dressed for bed and this is what was happening at 11:00pm right before RC and I went to bed.
We put on a cartoon superhero show and told them to play quietly. After an hour of LOTS of laughter I made them turn the lights off and be quiet. This is what it looked like at 7:30 am.
I made cinnamon rolls and they got ready for church. Yes, I got all my children PLUS three extras ready for church and to praise band practice at 8:30 am! 
Popeye and Princess slept at Grandma and Granddad's. Bobo said it was the best slumber party ever. I'm very glad he thought so.
Bridget
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