one of those mystery fever things

Last night we were invited to a "welcome to the world" dinner for my nephew, Asher.  As my brother said, it was kind of like a baby dedication, but mostly (being the good Baptists that we are) we were just eating.  We had a great night celebrating this new life that God has given into the care of Philip and Rebecca.

After the party, we realized that D was running fever and not feeling well.  Even though he promises me that nothing hurts, he has done nothing today but camp out on the loveseat and watch cartoons.  Those of you who know my little hurricane, know how unusual it is for him to be still for more than 5 minutes at a time.  Still, he kept telling me that nothing hurt and that he felt fine, so I just let him vegitate with the cartoons and went on with my day. 

Finally, this afternoon, his sister found something that could coax him to eat, cantaloupe.  Between the two of them, they quickly polished off half of a large melon.  A little while later, D climbed up in my lap and told me that he felt better.  I told him that I was glad that he felt better, but that he and I would have to hang out at home tonight while the rest of the family goes to church so that he wouldn't risk spreading any germies to his friends. 

His response was classic D.

There were only 2 germies making me sick and they left in my pee. 
They just went out and washed away and now I don't have any germies left.

Yep, that's my boy.

an e-mail worth passing on

This e-mail has been going around for years, but somehow it just seemed too good to pass up today.  Of course, I have no idea if Charles Schulz even had a philosophy, much less if this is it.  It really doesn't matter, though ... who doesn't like Peanuts and the thought is good ... so, enjoy!

The Charles Schulz Philosophy

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schulz, the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip.

You don't have to actually answer the questions. Just ponder on them.

Just read the post straight through, and you'll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.
2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.
3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America pageant.
4 Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.
5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best actor and actress.
6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday.

These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields.
But the applause dies..
Awards tarnish..
Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners.

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.
2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.
3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.
4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.
5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.

Easier?

The lesson:
The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money...or the most awards. They simply are the ones who care the most.

'Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia !'

''Be Yourself. Everyone Else Is Taken!"

Thanks Donna, for giving me the idea to share an e-mail on my blog!

smile for the day

Proverbs 17:22 tells us that ...
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine ...

With that in mind, I am going to provide you with at least one dose of medicine today.

A few months ago, Ronnie and I bought the kids 2 seasons of Gilligan's Island on DVD. We had no way of knowing that this would quickly become their tv show of choice ... sometimes even surpassing certain cartoons. I am not a huge fan of the show, but I do like the theme song and so does D.

So, sit right back and listen to his rendition of the song ... he got a little tickled in the middle when he looked at me and I couldn't help giggling at him.

every now and then . . .

. . . I am reminded of why I named this blog paying for my raising.

Today has been one of those days.

Let's begin at the beginning ... there were two things that most often frustrated Mama and Daddy about me.

One ... not paying attention to what I was doing ... I think I've mentioned this one before.

Two ... talking too much ... those of you who know me well are probably not surprised by this one.

Okay, Mama and Daddy, you can add these two things to the list of difficulties that I think I've sufficiently paid for by now.

I'll spare you the stories of my clumsiness since there aren't any really interesting ones, just lots of examples of things that would have been better if my mind and my hands were working together.  Instead, I'll share my story about my own kids.

Over the course of the last two days, my children have managed to spill at least three glasses of water on school books and dump an entire canister of sugar into my kitchen floor.  They have now been banned from having a glass of water on the table while they are doing school work.  (JW was sure that I was banning them from having anything to drink at the table ever again, even during meals ... or maybe he was just being obnoxious, I'm not sure.)  And, keep in mind, I've only counted the times school books were involved.

I am considering returning to sippy cups for all of them!

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Mama still tells the story of when I was about 3 years old and Daddy needed to run to the store and took me with him.  He claims that I started talking the moment he put me in the car and didn't stop until we got home.  His question to Mama, upon our return home, is now part of our family history ... Isn't there any way to shut her up? 

Ummm, apparently not.

And, apparently, the same is true for my youngest child.  Seriously, the kid is like the Energizer Bunny ... he never stops moving and he never stops talking.  Sometimes I realize that he is waiting on a response from me and I don't even have clue what he was talking about.  Why?  Because, I do not possess the brain cells necessary to constantly focus on the musings of his four-year-old mind.

Sorry Daddy ... I feel your pain!

"b says /b/ as in bell"

Alternately - b says /b/ as in battle. 

You know the kind ... where the will of a 4 year old meets head on the will of his 30 something mother who is trying to maintain the image of a happy Monday in her little homeschool, all while considering locking the children in their rooms until their Daddy arrives home from work.

Okay, so maybe I am exaggerating.

Or maybe not.

It doesn't really matter though, because in the end, Mama won and the 4 year old went through his entire alphabet repeating the name of the leter and the letter's sound.

And, nobody got locked in their room ... yet.