Saturday, January 12, 2008

The minute I tell someone I have a blog...

What is the point of having a blog if you aren't going to do anything with in it? I know. I know. What starts out as a energizing "I'm gonna post every day" turns into a more sane "I'll just post once a week" which then turns into a "twice a month post" and then goes to a "Well, maybe I can do it once a month". Hopefully it won't turn into a "once-a-year" deal, because I would hate to think that my Dad who wants to keep up with the happenings in his daughter's life - who lives clear across the country from him - is checking each day for an update and being disappointed.

So this one's for you, Dad, and don't get all "You are doing too much" on me. This blog is a list of things that I am a) in charge of or b) very involved in and c) fun stuff that I want to spend more time doing. Okay, here goes:
- working at school from 7:30am to 3:00pm
- directing two children's choirs - 1 for school and 1 for church
- running the family framing business (we are getting very busy these days)
- doing the framing for the family framing business
- directing the 8th grade play from now until performance time in May
- keeping up with the laundry
- cantoring at church
- trying to keep the house in some kind of order
- sitting down with kids each day to help them with their homework
- encouraging husband who is turning out to be a great artist
- being a fashionista on
- worrying about 17 year old son who is on a long drive to Michigan today with his friend
- scrapbooking, scrapbooking, scrapbooking - which I love!
- grocery shopping when the kids collectively lose 20 pounds within two days. :)
- thinking about stepping up my involvement in running the enrichment program at school
- teaching a scrapbooking class to 8th graders.
- keeping up with this blog.
- running "Trivia Night" with my friend Mary which takes place Feb. 9

I read a series of words this morning in my email - "vineyards that bear fruit". I pray that each of these things that I am involved in or are in charge of or have fun doing bears fruit that is nutritious. Happy January 12th!


Tuesday, January 1, 2008

It's Gone!

Mickey is my youngest son. He's 8. From the day he was born, he's had this one spot of cradle cap on his head. Now, I have been known to be like a mamma monkey when it comes to picking at my kids. I get a sort of maternal thrill out of doing things like cleaning their ears, cutting their tonails, licking my thumb to remove that smudge of chocolate on their face and of course, picking the stuff off of the cradle capped spot on Mickey's head each night as I tuck him in. Sure it hurts sometimes, and sometimes he's not in the mood and sometimes I even have to bribe him to let me do it. (I'll let you sleep in an extra ten minutes tomorrow morning if you just let me get this one last part).

Well....last night as I was tucking Mickey in, I went to fluff his tuft of hair where the cradle cap spot is and horror of all was gone. Gone - just plain gone. The child has had this spot on his head for 8 years and now it's gone? I struggled with the thought of this and made a big deal out of how gone it was - hope I didn't scare the little guy too much. :) As I said, "Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.", I left the room.

It's New Year's Day. I see that this year, based on Mickey's cradle cap loss, I will be entering a new phase in my life. No more the mother of toddlers who need every moment of attention you can give them. Johnny is 17! for goodness sake. In less than a year he's going to be a legal adult! Gracie turned 13 in November. She'll probably have her first period this year. (I hope she doesn't read this because she'd be mortified). Katie Rose will be one decade old in a month. She is such a beautiful little replica of me - both the good and the not so good parts. And then there's Mickey with his clear scalp.

I embrace this new phase as it has the potential for so many wonderful growth opportunities. My husband, John, and I will be able to focus more on each other as the children become independent. I'll be able to do things that I've had to put off because of needing a babysitter - like scrapbooking crops and lunches with friends.

It's a New Year.