Although cute, the cartoon is seriously misleading. It should Continue reading
With some of the things that The Younger Boy has told his teachers, I can just imagine what they think of us. No, really. We are normal! You believe me, don’t you? Well, don’t ya?!?
Earlier this week, Philip came home with a journal/sketch pad that was made in class. I flipped through it, admiring his art work, when something caught my eye. Apparently, the class had an assignment focusing on their dads. From what I understand, the kids had to write out something that their dad taught them and draw a corresponding picture. Continue reading
“What is wrong with these young people?!?”
I find myself saying this often lately, and every time I utter this phrase, I get depressed. Not because of the state of the world, but because when you start fussing about “kids these days”, you realize that you are no longer one of them. No worries. I’m not looking into nursing homes quite yet.
I do wonder about the younger generations, though. I’m generalizing, of course. But, for the most part, they seem to be spoiled and lazy. Hard work seems to be a foreign concept to most, and there is definitely a sense of entitlement with these people. Why they think they deserve everything to be given to them is a mystery to me. You want something? Work for it. Period. No one owes you anything.
Every once in a while, though, something wonderful happens, and my faith is renewed in the future. We had such an experience this past weekend. Continue reading
It was a rough night. It was one of those “I can’t take it anymore” nights. One of those “Jesus, help me” nights. One of those exhausting, emotional, overloading nights. Like I said, it was rough.
The Older Boy has a tendency to obsess over things. He’s always done this. Whether it was an upcoming trip to Grandma’s or a new toy, he can’t focus on anything else if he’s excited about something. It could drive anyone insane. For example, if we’re going bowling on Saturday, and I tell John Edward about it on Thursday, he will ask repeatedly when we’re going. He understands the days of the week, and I can even write it on a calendar as a visual for him, but it won’t matter. “Mom, we go bowling?” will be his mantra until we are in the bowling alley parking lot. It can wear on your patience, trust me. We’ve learned over the years to not tell him if we’re doing something exciting until we are on our way there.
He also does this with new things. The other day, he bought a new Wii game with his own money. Before we even checked out, he was asking, “We go home now? I play ‘da Wii?” We heard this about 15 more times on the way home, which is only about 12 miles from the store.
So, I should have known better when we decided to get a new cat.
Actually, a new kitten.
Actually, 2 new kittens.
I’m an idiot.
Regardless, we now have 2 new family members in feline form. Of course, The Older Boy is obsessed with them. He is constantly wanting to hold them, play with them, follow them, take pictures of them, etc, etc. Those poor cats have no privacy when John Edward’s home. I understand that he’s excited about our new pets. They are super cute. They are hilarious. They are warm and cuddly. I get it.
But he goes too far. They are all he thinks about. It’s unhealthy.
I’m terrified he’ll end up like this: Continue reading
“Phil-ism”…something said or done by The Younger Boy that incites laughter, bewilderment, or joy.
Today’s Theme: What we have here is a failure to communicate.
“Aw, man! I love this song!” –Philip, age 6
“How do you even know that song? Continue reading
The Younger Boy and I have some of our best conversations in the car. We live in the country, so it takes us a little longer than others to get to our final destinations. Since his mind is always running, we talk about all sorts of things, ranging from superheroes to schoolwork to ice cream. But, more than anything, we talk about God. Here is a conversation from the other day:
“I’m so glad God made cars.” –Philip
“Well, God didn’t really make cars. People did. But,” –Me, until the kid interrupted
“But, God made people.”
“Right. He blessed us with intelligence to create technology.”
“And we use tech-whatever to make cool stuff.”
“But, sometimes bad people Continue reading
I’m not a very materialistic person. I don’t put a lot of importance on things. Maybe that’s because The Husband and I have always struggled financially. We’ve had medical bills since The Older Boy was born, so frivolous spending was never a luxury we had. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t be materialistic, regardless of our history, but who knows?
We’ve always made decent money. We’ve always worked hard. But, we’ve also always had special circumstances. We live very simply. We have a humble, 1600 square foot home, one family vehicle, and one company vehicle. I budget every penny that we earn, and we’ve lived by a budget our entire marriage. If our kids want a toy, they have to do extra chores to earn the money. If my husband and I want something, we have to save for it.
If you’re impressed, don’t be. We had to learn to live this way. It was a necessity. You can only stretch a dollar so far.
With that being said, we do have some very nice things, and I appreciate these things. But, they are not what I value most. The things that I value most are the things that hold sentimental meaning to me…pictures, gifts that the kids picked out for me, gifts that the kids made for me, cards from my family and friends, notes from The Husband, etc.
One of my favorite possessions was given to me by a little girl who I’ll call Alice. Alice was one of my Catechism students this year who made an impact on me from the very first day of class. Continue reading