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Monday, January 30, 2012

Daddy Wampler is Taking Care of his Angels

Daddy and Me Magnetics necklace designed by Cora

I came across this store while browsing Etsy. I could window shop on Etsy all day.
Daddy and Me Magnetics is a store run by a family with 11 adopted children, all with special needs. 

Richard Wampler of  Kingsport, Tennessee, set up this business on Etsy to give his sweet kids a way to earn an allowance, and have a sense of accomplishment in making something and having others enjoy and buy. All of his proceeds go to the children, and supplies. The jewelry is beautiful, and seems well made. I'll have to buy something, so I can do a better review, lol. (and of course have an awesome piece of jewelry as a perk.)
I think my favorite part about Daddy and Me Magnetics, is that each piece showcases a photo of it's artist.
Click on over there, and meet this inspiring family.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Friday, January 20, 2012

Don't Carpe Diem-by Glennon Melton

Don't Carpe Diem

Posted: 1/14/12 11:57 AM ET
Every time I'm out with my kids -- this seems to happen:
An older woman stops us, puts her hand over her heart and says something like, "Oh, Enjoy every moment. This time goes by so fast."
Everywhere I go, someone is telling me to seize the moment, raise my awareness, be happy, enjoy everysecond, etc, etc, etc.
I know that this message is right and good. But, I have finally allowed myself to admit that it just doesn't work for me. It bugs me. This CARPE DIEM message makes me paranoid and panicky. Especially during this phase of my life - while I'm raising young kids. Being told, in a million different ways to CARPE DIEM makes me worry that if I'm not in a constant state of intense gratitude and ecstasy, I'm doing something wrong.
I think parenting young children (and old ones, I've heard) is a little like climbing Mount Everest. Brave, adventurous souls try it because they've heard there's magic in the climb. They try because they believe that finishing, or even attempting the climb are impressive accomplishments. They try because during the climb, if they allow themselves to pause and lift their eyes and minds from the pain and drudgery, the views are breathtaking. They try because even though it hurts and it's hard, there are moments that make it worth the hard. These moments are so intense and unique that many people who reach the top start planning, almost immediately, to climb again. Even though any climber will tell you that most of the climb is treacherous, exhausting, killer. That they literally cried most of the way up.
And so I think that if there were people stationed, say, every thirty feet along Mount Everest yelling to the climbers -- "ARE YOU ENJOYING YOURSELF!? IF NOT, YOU SHOULD BE! ONE DAY YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU DIDN'T!" TRUST US!! IT'LL BE OVER TOO SOON! CARPE DIEM!" -- those well-meaning, nostalgic cheerleaders might be physically thrown from the mountain.
Now. I'm not suggesting that the sweet old ladies who tell me to ENJOY MYSELF be thrown from a mountain. These are wonderful ladies. Monkees, probably. But last week, a woman approached me in the Target line and said the following: "Sugar, I hope you are enjoying this. I loved every single second of parenting my two girls. Every single moment. These days go by so fast."
At that particular moment, Amma had arranged one of the new bras I was buying on top of her sweater and was sucking a lollipop that she must have found on the ground. She also had three shop-lifted clip-on neon feathers stuck in her hair. She looked exactly like a contestant from Toddlers and Tiaras. I couldn't find Chase anywhere, and Tish was grabbing the pen on the credit card swiper thing WHILE the woman in front of me was trying to use it. And so I just looked at the woman, smiled and said, "Thank you. Yes. Me too. I am enjoying every single moment. Especially this one. Yes. Thank you."
That's not exactly what I wanted to say, though.
There was a famous writer who, when asked if he loved writing, replied, "No. but I love having written." What I wanted to say to this sweet woman was, "Are you sure? Are you sure you don't mean you love having parented?"
I love having written. And I love having parented. My favorite part of each day is when the kids are put to sleep (to bed) and Craig and I sink into the couch to watch some quality TV, like Celebrity Wife Swap, and congratulate each other on a job well done. Or a job done, at least.
Every time I write a post like this, I get emails suggesting that I'm being negative. I have received this particular message four or five times -- G, if you can't handle the three you have, why do you want a fourth?
That one always stings, and I don't think it's quite fair. Parenting is hard. Just like lots of important jobs are hard. Why is it that the second a mother admits that it's hard, people feel the need to suggest that maybe she's not doing it right? Or that she certainly shouldn't add more to her load. Maybe the fact that it's so hard means she IS doing it her own way...and she happens to be honest.
Craig is a software salesman. It's a hard job in this economy. And he comes home each day and talks a little bit about how hard it is. And I don't ever feel the need to suggest that he's not doing it right, or that he's negative for noticing that it's hard, or that maybe he shouldn't even consider taking on more responsibility. And I doubt anybody comes by his office to make sure he's ENJOYING HIMSELF. I doubt his boss peeks in his office and says: "This career goes by so fast...ARE YOU ENJOYING EVERY MOMENT IN THERE, CRAIG???? CARPE DIEM, CRAIG!"
My point is this. I used to worry that not only was I failing to do a good enough job at parenting, but that I wasn't enjoying it enough. Double failure. I felt guilty because I wasn't in parental ecstasy every hour of every day and I wasn't MAKING THE MOST OF EVERY MOMENT like the mamas in the parenting magazines seemed to be doing. I felt guilty because honestly, I was tired and cranky and ready for the day to be over quite often. And because I knew that one day, I'd wake up and the kids would be gone, and I'd be the old lady in the grocery store with my hand over my heart. Would I be able to say I enjoyed every moment? No.
But the fact remains that I will be that nostalgic lady. I just hope to be one with a clear memory. And here's what I hope to say to the younger mama gritting her teeth in line:
"It's (...) hard, isn't it? You're a good mom, I can tell. And I like your kids, especially that one peeing in the corner. She's my favorite. Carry on, warrior. Six hours till bedtime." And hopefully, every once in a while, I'll add -- "Let me pick up that grocery bill for ya, sister. Go put those kids in the van and pull on up -- I'll have them bring your groceries out."
Anyway. Clearly, Carpe Diem doesn't work for me. I can't even carpe fifteen minutes in a row, so a whole diem is out of the question.
Here's what does work for me:
There are two different types of time. Chronos time is what we live in. It's regular time, it's one minute at a time, it's staring down the clock till bedtime time, it's ten excruciating minutes in the Target line time, it's four screaming minutes in time out time, it's two hours till daddy gets home time. Chronos is the hard, slow passing time we parents often live in.
Then there's Kairos time. Kairos is God's time. It's time outside of time. It's metaphysical time. It's those magical moments in which time stands still. I have a few of those moments each day. And I cherish them.
Like when I actually stop what I'm doing and really look at Tish. I notice how perfectly smooth and brownish her skin is. I notice the perfect curves of her teeny elf mouth and her asianish brown eyes, and I breathe in her soft Tishy smell. In these moments, I see that her mouth is moving but I can't hear her because all I can think is -- This is the first time I've really seen Tish all day, and my  (...)  -- she is so beautiful. Kairos.
Like when I'm stuck in chronos time in the grocery line and I'm haggard and annoyed and angry at the slow check-out clerk. And then I look at my cart and I'm transported out of chronos. And suddenly I notice the piles and piles of healthy food I'll feed my children to grow their bodies and minds and I remember that most of the world's mamas would kill for this opportunity. This chance to stand in a grocery line with enough money to pay. And I just stare at my cart. At the abundance. The bounty. Thank you, God. Kairos.
Or when I curl up in my cozy bed with Theo asleep at my feet and Craig asleep by my side and I listen to them both breathing. And for a moment, I think- how did a girl like me get so lucky? To go to bed each night surrounded by this breath, this love, this peace, this warmth? Kairos.
These kairos moments leave as fast as they come- but I mark them. I say the word kairos in my head each time I leave chronos. And at the end of the day, I don't remember exactly what my kairos moments were, but I remember I had them. And that makes the pain of the daily parenting climb worth it.
If I had a couple Kairos moments during the day, I call it a success.
Carpe a couple of Kairoses a day.
Good enough for me.
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Friday, January 13, 2012

Teaching Manners

Giddy's robbers have manners. Haha. Just heard him cooing... 
"'Thanks, robber.' 'You're welcome.'"

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Next Avant Garde Show is Coming Soon!

My Camera Phone Stinks.. but i'll show pictures anyway.

going to put some random photos up that i took with my camera phone. i still can't find my cord to my real camera. it's really bugging me. ah well. i think i'm going to be getting a new camera with our taxes.  (crossing fingers and toes)

Giddy and I made Coffee Filter Snowflakes 

I put up a little Paper Station, to display the school papers and art for the boys.

The coolest Invisible Shelves that i got for Christmas

Set up my little Vintage Nook in the hallway

Gloomy Day, no milk for cereal, so we had waffle sundaes. <3

Shari's Pasta Surprise- no surprise, really, and lots of yum.
(Bowtie pasta, black olives, ham, sliced fresh tomato, 
garlic, olive oil, butter, salt, pepper, italian spice)

This is what happens to Ivory soap when you microwave it for 2 minutes

French Dip Crescent Rolls- got the recipe from Pinterest.. big hit.

Fun Marshmallow Sculptures with the boys

Snow Painting with Giddy

Powdered Donut Wreath (AKA Coffee Filter Wreath)

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Color Me Tickled Pink Reading Katie's Blog

this is a girl i've been enamoured with for a few days now. i've been reading her blog from back to front, and truly enjoying her whimsy. her name is katie... and this is a video interview with her. 

I would love to adopt some of Katie's projects of leaving random fun things lying around to brighten people's day, and her own in the process.

Monday, January 02, 2012

Hopefully, a New Year's Tradition

We had such a great New Years evening, even with the boys and their crazy bad coughs. We stayed in, and I planned some crafts, and games for us. Chrissy came over, and then later, my mom came over too. I told them they could come over as long as they were ok being in a sick house. I still can't find the cord to my real camera, so I'm including the low quality, but perfectly adequate phone camera  photos.

I made ice ornaments with fruit inside,

and we made pine cone ornaments when Jeff got home from work. I'm hoping to keep doing this every year. 

Later, when Chrissy came over, we made mini pizzas with english muffins, and LOVED it. I think that's going to be made much more often.

I made a really easy bean bag toss game out of rice filled balloons, and baskets with points marked. We all played and it went really well. I also made balloons with glow sticks inside, but couldn't get a good photo of them. I tried making a little hover craft, and remembered the directions wrong, and used superglue instead of hot glue. oops. It did work for a few minutes, so we'll try it again next time we have junk mail cds.

Side note, and aHAH moment.. figured out that Parmesan cheese containers make GREAT cinnamon shakers. 

Today, Jeff was off work, and the weather was perfect to put out the feeders, so we took a mini outing to the side of the apartments. There is a little stretch of woods, so we were able to just hang them there.

The boys and Jeff played for just a little while. They both still have pretty bad coughs, so they just threw a few snowballs and then came back inside.