Monday, August 24, 2015
Friday, August 21, 2015
Well, we're citizens on the surface of the sun.
For growing up in the hundred degree plus desert, I am amazed and inspired by the absolute inferno that is southern Nevada. Absolutely scorching! Blazing! Nuclear! Good thing I like the heat. This might be a lot even for me, though.
I am glad I spent my adolescence in the desert. It makes the adjustment easier -- I can see the beauty in the tan and the barren. I think it would be more of a struggle for my native Missouri friends. For us, it's a lot like home.
It's only been a week since Wednesday, but we are getting settled in and comfortable. The kids are doing great -- although super ready for school to start! They toured them today and are very excited. But I am MORE excited. I never thought I'd be that Mom that is delighted for school to start, but LET ME TELL YOU. I don't know if it's the difference in their ages, 1 to 11. I don't know if there's just so danged many of them. I don't know if it's that I dragged them across the country. I don't know if I'm just older and more hag-like. But DANGIT. THE CHILDREN NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL!!! They just changed kindergarten to full day here this year. I honestly consider that a great blessing for Katelyn. She is so ready, and desperately needs the structure. Basically, it'll be Benson and I for a long time. I kind of feel bad about that for him, but I can't help he's that far behind... that's when the Lord sent him! I love my children and I'm so glad I am their mom. They are the best. And I will be a better mom when we are all back on schedule again!
Seriously, everything we need is within about 5 blocks. Couldn't be more convenient. I never have to leave my little corner! Although we all know about my hermit-like tendencies. I told the Double B I signed up for some things at the middle school in an effort to battle my inner recluse. He was both perplexed and impressed. He said "Say no to hermitage!" Which I think we can all agree is my new life motto.
I was thinking tonight about our life course -- what kind of insanity possessed us to leave our happy little life at home and become national wanderers -- and I have no answers about that. I don't know why we did it, what got us to do it. And I don't know that we'll ever get home -- or at least, not for many, many years. Sometimes that makes me sad. Sometimes I am glad for the adventure. Always I hope for growth and not just survival. I don't know. I never foresaw this for us. But that is when I have to apply my faith that the Lord is involved in our lives and that he DID have a hand in it. It's the only way for me to be able to travel this course. There is no looking back and no alternate course. This IS our course. It's the one that I believe the Lord chose for us. So I will be happy and rejoice in it.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Friday, July 17, 2015
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
So I'm not a hundred percent sure what got me thinking of this, since it was 110 today and we spent hours at the splash pad and drinking our weight in Frys drinks (a tragic discovery if ever there was one. They already know my order when I pull up to the window -- Diet Coke, double lime. It's so sad. And yet is so happy, too).
I think my Christmas Flash Back comes courtesy of a little board book Benny was playing with -- that puts pictures to the song "Mary, Did You Know." Kate wanted me to read it to her, recognized the lyrics, hunted down the Pentatonics Christmas CD and the portable movie player, and danced her little heart out to the music, on repeat.
So my little mind time machine took me back to last Christmas, when the Double B ate his entire box of birthday-cake Oreos and most of his sock candy during the opening of presents. Then ate a very sugary breakfast. Then declared himself very ill. All before about nine o'clock in the morning.
He spent pretty much all of Christmas day in bed, and didn't even feel good enough to come with us to celebrate that night with the Tates. Which was too bad, because we had fun. The rest of us had a jolly time. But not the Double B! We got back just in time for me to help offer him moral support while he barfed up everything he'd ever eaten in his life to that point. I pitied him -- at least 50%. Then Olivia called me upstairs because, sure enough, Katelyn was barfing. Then Double B. Then Katelyn. It was a Christmas barf competition!
Olivia was awarded the red badge of courage for being my faithful, compassionate assistant with all the yakking going on.
So that was Christmas 2014. A good year. Recited to you this 25th day of June, 2015.