Marker? What Marker??

"What do you mean there's marker on my face? I wasn't anywhere near the markers!"

This is one of the times you just have to bite your lip and hope not to bust out laughing in front of the child so that they won't be encouraged to continue behaviour like this!

Apple Orchard Outing

Sad to say, our outing to the Apple Orchard was due to the fact that I didn't have any fall photos for my Club's 4 Fall Pages and I needed photos for my Club Member's sample pages- not to mention that I would have mine done as well. Here are the photos from the outing and I'll post finished layouts soon.

Is it snowing yet?

Someone is anxiously waiting for snow. Take a look at Isaac's clothing choices to go to the store yesterday (Tuesday, aka 15th Monday)! A light jacket, my Superbowl hat, and SNOWBOOTS!
Yes, I even let him go dressed like that.

Here's a closeup of the boots.

Isn't today Tuesday?!

Apparently this whole "Manic Monday" idea doesn't stop on Mondays. I thought today being Tuesday would be a bit of a better day. I don't know where the idea comes from, I feel like I've had 2 weeks of Mondays. At least I'm not reliving the same day over and over, although at times I feel like that's happening too. That, my friends, is a topic for another day.

I was on the phone with my sister this morning when I spied Isaac walk past my bedroom door into his room. I should clarify, he didn't just "walk." He was hunched over and had one of his hands tucked under his shirt. *sigh. So much for Tuesday.

When I asked him what he was doing he replied, "Nothing." He pulls his hand out from under his shirt and his little fist is filled with.... PEPPERONI!!! He scampered down the hallway and puts it away and comes back with a "grin."

You parents know "the grin" I mean. It's the grin that says, "I'm not obeying, but I really don't think you noticed!" Does he really think that I won't notice when he's hunched over, hiding a hand, and giving me "the grin?"

My sister heard my shrill "PEPPERONI!!" and just laughed and laughed and laughed. Is she laughing at my son's antics? Can she see what's going on here through the phone? Or is she laughing at my hopelessness as a parent? Why not all three?

Perhaps tomorrow will be a "not-Monday." Perhaps the rest of today will turn into a "not-Monday." I am still hopeful.

Kool-Aid, Cool-Mint, and Cool-Maid

Last Fall, we were discussing "coolant" - what it is, what it's function is in the car, why we need it, etc. After my Dearest and I said it, we heard it being repeated by our children.

Ethan said, "Kool-Aid" (mind you, he's never had any, at least that I know of).

Isaac tried pronouncing it: "Cool-Mint."

Ethan, forgotting how he pronounced it, corrects his brother, "Isaac, it's 'Cool-Maid.' "


Ah, how very blessed we are, even when things seem to be falling apart.


Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Psalms 127:3