HONESTLY, HONESTY

Friday, January 8, 2010

I praise God for teachable (albeit disgusting) moments such as these....

Me: Ruthie, did you poop in your pants?
Ruthie: No
Me: Ruthie, I see poop....in your pants. I'm going to ask you again, did you poop in your pants?
Ruthie: No
Me: Ok, buddy. I'm going to explain something to you. I'm not mad about you pooping your pants. But I am VERY UPSET you just lied because that is VERY wrong to do. So let's try this one more time. Did you poop yourself?
Ruthie: um, yes.
Me: AWESOME. I'm not mad about that. Thanks for telling the truth. We all have accidents. So tell me what's worse: pooping in your pants or lying
Ruthie: lying
Me: word. But don't poop in your pants either.

Resolutions for 2010

Sunday, January 3, 2010

  • To stop being so fearful of confessing my shortcomings, weaknesses, and sins to others, especially those closest to me.
“But He said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” -- 2 Corinthians 12:9, 10

  • To not emphasize my inabilities, but instead be thankful for the gifts I've been given.
"Yet how wistfully we look at another's gift and wish we could do that. How pitiably we say to ourselves, "If only I had his brains" (or faith, or energy, or voice, or courage, or looks, or executive talents). We were never meant to have it. God saw what He wanted to do, and He equipped each of us accordingly, and woe to us if we spend our time fruitlessly wishing we were eyes when we were made hands. " - Elizabeth Elliot, The Liberty of Obedience

  • To do what is right - not what is easiest, not the path of least resistance
  • To trust entirely that God is completely in control of this, not me. To not be fearful of disappointment.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed - Psalm 139:16
  • To be a better steward of my time. Seriously.
  • Keep my room clean

Christmas yo

Tuesday, December 29, 2009



Jason made us all scarves and fish hats. Quite possibly the coolest gift ever?
who knew something so tremendously awesome could be crocheted in 3 hours
(He made necklaces too)
Christmas baby
baby cousins have mysteriously tranformed into teenagers...

HELLOOOOOO SNOW

Monday, December 21, 2009


ANTICIPATION FACES

"Never going out into the snow evar again" face (after sledding/drowning)




Being tossed (from pretty high up, might I add) into the snow

barking at snow plows, of course

Taking a crap in the middle of the street, of course



Humble beginnings of an awesome igloo

Kale + sweet potater stew

Moose

Monday, December 14, 2009

This past Sunday, my mom and I brought Moose to a dog park for the first time in his life. Seeing as how his canine-interactions are limited to those between him and my cousin's dog (who Moose completely and totally dominates/humps all the time), this was a kind of an awkward and eye-opening experience for everyone. Upon entering the park, it felt like a scene taken straight out of the dog WEEEEsperer...you know, where Cesar throws that poorly-socialized/dominant dog into his pack's pen, all the well-behaved dogs come up and sniff the new guy, and the look on the problem-dog's face (as he's getting sniffed and violated) just screams, "WTF IS HAPPENING". Yeah, that was totally Moose. He had never been around so many other dogs in his entire life and was clearly freakin out a bit. It was sorta cute watching all the other small dogs come up and sniff him out, and I felt like one of those over-protective mama's dropping their kid off to pre-school and just wanting to babysit him and make sure he gets along well with the other kids. But observing him from a distance, I quickly realized how socially awkward Moose truly is. First thought: hey, kinda like me. Second thought: damn. Instead of chasing tennis balls or playing tag and running around, Moose just wanted to find something to mount. One track mind for 40 minutes straight. That sort of behavior is definitely shunned upon at the dog park....because when it happens, all the dog owners standing around are clearly appalled. Before Sunday, I thought I had a pretty decent dog. But bringing him to that dog park just unveiled a whole host of behavioral/social problems.....which translates into one thing: I'm not watching enough Dog Whisperer. So I am resolved to bring Moose to the dog park more often with hopes that he will eventually stop being such a domineering pervert and that we won't come across anymore unfixed females.

Poop eye

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

All the children were told to go wash their hands after giving me high-fives. Ouch.

the art of intelligent conversation among 3-year-olds

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Avery: SAY HELLO TO MY JUICEBOX!
Me: hello juicebox!
Avery: SAY HELLO TO MY JELLO! SAY HELLO TO MY FRUITSNACKS! SAY HELLO TO MY TRASH!
Joey: SAY HELLO TO MY APPLE!
Me: hello apple!
Joey: SAY HELLO TO MY PEANUTS!
Me: Hello peanuts!
Joey: say goodbye to my peanuts...*stuffs handful of peanuts into mouth*
Avery: OH MAN. BYE PEANUTS
Joey: say goodbye to my apples...
Me: GOODBYE APPLES
Joey: No. You need to look sad.
Me: PLEASE STOP! DON'T DO IT...
Joey: hehehe...*chomps on apple*
Me: goodbye apple :(