Fit to Be Tied
A few weeks ago, while making dinner, I called Crislynn (my nine-year-old) to come set the table. Davis (her seven-year-old brother) came with her and said, “Can I help her, Mom?” They had their arms around each other. I about passed out! Together? They wanted to do something together? And they were touching each other without shoving! They’d been at each other (about to drive me nuts) for weeks now. In disbelief, I told them it was fine with me. Then I noticed that they were walking funny. When I looked around the cabinet, I saw it—they were tied together.
You Changed the Rules!
My little buddy, Ethan, taught me another profound truth yesterday. He thought he was "babysitting" the pastor's ten-week old Jack Russell puppy. He decided to entertain Buster by allowing the short-legged pup to chase him in and out of the kitchen and around the other direction to form a circular race track. At one point, Ethan seemed to be tiring, and Buster caught up and actually surpassed Ethan.
Clutter
One of my big projects this year was organizing the clutter in our butler pantry/office. I've read a humorous article about clutter, illustrating how our messes tend to run our lives. We think we are mastering clutter, when really we are just making piles of it, or moving it from one place to another. Everyone has a certain amount of clutter, whether it is a junk room, a junk closet, or a junk drawer.
Like 1995?
On a recent trip to Houston, Texas, we traveled by the huge statue of Sam Houston on Interstate 45. My husband and I took the opportunity to explain to our six-year-old about the man depicted in the statue. Bruce explained a brief portion of Texas history and then I concluded with, “He lived a very long time ago,” to which my daughter responded “like 1995?” Ouch!
You Did That On Purpose?
I wear my hair spiked up in the back in a style that sort of looks like bed-head. In fact, a lady once told me, “honey, I wake up looking like that, and I work hard to fix it”. I told her, “Well, don’t work so hard!”
