Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Pictures
i am way behind on pictures everywhere. I am going to post some and put some up on fb.ill let you know when I do!!
LA LA LA.....I CANT HEAR YOU!!!
This is a pic from Egmont. A guy has his own Island and helicopter. Liam loved seeing it flying abck and forth. My little two year old!
So, Today is one of those days where i just couldnt wait for Ryan to get home. Liam is now 2 years old and the terrible twos are definately catching on! We have been busy every since getting back from Egmont, and so Laundry has been very slowly getting done. Today I had some time at home so I thought i would try and get it done while doing other things around the house. I would be folding and putting things away and then Emery would wake up, so i would go in the room to go get him and i would come back and Liam would have destroyed my piles of folded laundry!!! I am definately not one of those women who enjoy folding laundry. I would much rather every person have a big basket that i could just throw clean laundry in and they can fold it if they want! But..seeing as how my husband was spoiled growing up, I have to fold laundry. He even makes me fold some things certain ways because thats how his mom did it...! anyways thats a differant story. So..after Liam destroyed my piles a few more times as i was trying to multi-task , I decided to not get mad and just accept that he is an innocent 2 year old that was just taking advantage of the warm fluffy piles to jump on. I sat him in his high chair with a home made popsicle, to keep him occupied. I also at that time put Emery in his little chair so that he could also be in on the action. I then proceeded to put away clothes. Walked into my room for a second and Liam screamed for me because his popsicle was melting.I gave him a paper towel to satisfy him and then went back to my business. Only time enough to get a hanger out of the closet , Emery started crying. I went and gave him is suther and talked to him a bit and then went back to the room. Things like this happened a couple more times as Liam dropped his popsicle on the floor and it broke off the stick and so he wanted a new one (no matter how much i tried to get him to eat it in a bowl with a spoon.) and when Emery decided that he was going to not like himself filling his pants for even a second. After all this I finally thought I was going to get my chance to put away some more clothes, I was excited. But as the pattern goes I wasnt in the room for very long before Emery started crying. I decided I was going to ignore it for a little bit just so i could finish what I was doing. Then Liam started screaming really loud "mom, mom, mom, mooooooOOOOOMMM, MOMMY, MOM,mommyyyyyyyy, Mom, MOM, MOM, MOM, MOM!". I started singing a song as to help me ignore my children for another minute. Liam kept calling me and Emery kept screaming. I had had enough! I finally marched back into the kitchen and looked at Liam and asked him "OK WHAT IS WRONG ALREADY??"....can you guess what he did? Liam pointed at Emery and said "Emy crying." Well ..at this point I was frustrated but had to have a chuckle. I picked up Emery , changed his diaper again, grabbed a popsicle for myself and decided laundry could wait another day. I love my boys and its funny when I think I am trying to teach them the meaning of patience and they are in return trying to teach me about quality time. I enjoyed the rest of my day and made supper and cookies after Ryan got home , Liam ate so many I was sure he was going to throw up. I packed for my trip to lethbridge tomorrow , and put the boys to bed. I thought everything good and I was gonna write this post after saying goodnight to Ryan. Until he went in our room and called me lazy for not finishing the laundry. The only thing I could do was smirk and tell him that I enjoyed my day. I hope that you can find happieness in the madness too when you need it! Love all you who read my blog! -Athena
Friday, 19 August 2011
Invisible Mother
I found this on my yellow sandbox:
Invisible Mothers
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
"Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?"
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
just loved it. Hope it makes you think like it made me <3
Invisible Mothers
It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store.
Inside I'm thinking, 'Can't you see I'm on the phone?'
Obviously not; no one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner, because no one can see me at all.
I'm invisible - The invisible Mom.
Some days I am only a pair of hands, nothing more.
"Can you fix this? Can you tie this? Can you open this?"
Some days I'm not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, 'What time is it?'
I'm a satellite guide to answer, 'What number is the Disney Channel?'
I'm a car to order, 'Right around 5:30, please.'
I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated summa cum laude - but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again. She's going, she's going, she's gone!
One night, a group of us were having dinner,celebrating the return of a friend from England. Janice had just gotten back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on and on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well.
It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself. I was feeling pretty pathetic, when Janice turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package, and said, 'I brought you this.' It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription:
'To Charlotte, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees.'
In the days ahead I would read - no, devour - the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life-changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who built the great cathedrals - we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything.
A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built,
and he saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man,
'Why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof?
No one will ever see it.'
And the workman replied, 'Because God sees.'
I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, 'I see you, Charlotte. I see the sacrifices you make every day, even when no one around you does.
No act of kindness you've done, no sequin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will
become.'
At times, my invisibility feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidote to my strong, stubborn pride.
I keep the right perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of the people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on.
The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime
because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.
When I really think about it, I don't want my son to tell the friend he's bringing home from college for Thanksgiving, 'My Mom gets up at 4 in the morning and bakes homemade pies, and then she hand bastes a turkey for three hours and presses all the linens for the table.' That would mean I'd built a shrine or a monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home. And then, if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, 'You're gonna love it there.'
As mothers, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing it right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have built, but at the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.
just loved it. Hope it makes you think like it made me <3
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
House..fed up!
Alrighty then, seeing as how i reaaaaly need to write something on here and have had all these things going through my head but its 1:40 am and i am going to bed..i will write this: I love my life right now! The only thing that is going wrong is that we cannot find a stinking house! Honestly so fed up with looking online and in papers, asking around, and tiring myself out way more than i need to. So there, i said it! So will someone just build us our dream house in a dream location overnight please? oh and while your at that..fulfill all my other wants and needs please?! Ahh so nice to say that. and even though its so true..i still have to do it! Ive be praying like heck for something to come along and today i went to go look at a house, and yet i had already seen it because it was a friends house. yes that is how tired i really am! bahaha! i knew the address by heart too! anyways..staying up till after 1am doesnt help either, but i was in full tilt of the "i need space" plague that is going on in my household. it was just my turn thats all! so getting to the point, im going to bed! see you in 6 hours when i will be forcing myself to get out of bed and do a workout! wahoo!...(NOT!)
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Oh moments!
This is my favorite song for the past little while. It hits home. The nice thing is that I know I am never alone in my life. I have my Savior and the Holey Ghost with me at all times. <3
Never Alone (Feat. Jim Brickman)
May the angels protect you
Trouble neglect you
And heaven accept you when its time to go home
May you always have plenty
The glass never empty
Know in your belly
You're never alone
May your tears come from laughing
You find friends worth having
As every year passes
They mean more than gold
May you win and stay humble
Smile more than grumble
And know when you stumble
You're never alone
Chorus: Never alone
Never alone
Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/lady_antebellum/
I'll be in every beat of your heart
When you face the unknown
Wherever you fly
This isn't goodbye
My love will follow you stay with you
Baby you're never alone
I have to be honest
As much as I wanted
I'm not gonna promise that cold winds won't blow
So when hard times have found you
And your fears surround you
Wrap my love around you
You're never alone
Chorus
My love will follow you stay with you
Baby you're never alone
So when hard times have found you
And your fears surround you
Wrap my love around you
You're never alone
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