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<description>A window into my daily ramblings of growing Godly Men and Women while loving my husband, being a keeper of my home and staying sane all at the same time!!</description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 10 Sep 2006 21:46:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Torn</title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I
am supposed to be writing in my planbook for tomorrow's lessons.
Nothing so spectacular, &quot;R&quot; sound words for Sundai, rounding to the
thousands for Ser, something preschooly for Zion. But I can not stop
watching this game, Giants vs Colts.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Surely deciding between football and school work is nothing compared to
what the Manning parents must be goin through. How do you hope that
both of your sons win the game, when you know one of them is going to
lose? Maybe they are used to it by now. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
They just showed the commercial with pics of the boys growing up
playing football.&amp;nbsp; I can already playback some mental film of my
boys playing on the lawn with their helmets on, tackling each other. I
try to imagine what they will be like when they are older. Who will do
what, will their personalities play out the way we think? &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But right now, they are still my little boys who need to be taught
tomorrow so that they can go off to college and be whatever they
desire. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Instead of being torn between planning and the Mannings, I'll choose to
prepare for my three sons and 1 daughter (so far)&amp;nbsp; so that we can
have a great day tomorrow. &lt;br&gt;
SugaMama&lt;br&gt;
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<title>Just a minute</title>
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tell you guys about my WONDERFUL weekend with my husband!!! (I am
supposed to be in the bed by 11:30 and I still have to plan for
tomorrow, put away the dishes and clean the school room) &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, we drove to NY for a friend's wedding. The long and short of
it; the wedding was very intimate, emotional and short, the reception
was delicious, dance packed, full of pictures and long. Sunday dh
planned a trip to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vanderbiltmuseum.org/flash.html&quot;&gt;Vanderbilt Muesum.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;
It was beyond beautiful and breathtaking! Then we drove along the Long
Island coast and ate lunch near the shore. Ofcourse I can't tell yall &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; that happend, children do frequent this site! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Now its back to life/ back to reality.&amp;nbsp; We began school today and
it went pretty well. We got through everything except science ( a
friend called with a&amp;nbsp; follow up to a desperate situation) and the
read aloud of &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;The Strawberry Girl&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
I don't know what it is about that book that I just can't seem to
finish. but I need to show the kids how to stay the course and complete
an unpleasant task.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
For those of&amp;nbsp; you with little ones, you would appreciate our new toddler friendly schedule. Here is a glimpse:&lt;br&gt;
7:00 &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  All children wake up, dress, make up beds&lt;br&gt;
7:45&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eat breakfast and Bible lesson&lt;br&gt;
8:15&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Clear table, brush teeth, prepare for school&lt;br&gt;
8:30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Preschool w/ younger two, older two handwriting&lt;br&gt;
9:00&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Sesame Street, 1yo stays in playpen for 30 minutes&lt;br&gt;
9:30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  1 yo comes to upper campus (bedrooms) to play while &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I teach an older child.&lt;br&gt;
10:00&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Snack and Science for all&lt;br&gt;
10:30 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1 and 3yos play with rotated toys while I teach&lt;br&gt;
11:00 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Play on porch or in tub with a tiny
amount of water &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; while I sit on the floor and
teach an older child.&lt;br&gt;
11:30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Free play/recess/prepare
lunch/mini date with Bob &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Barker&lt;br&gt;
12:00&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; lunch&lt;br&gt;
12:30&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Nurse 1 yo, read history and nap story to 3 yo&lt;br&gt;
1/1:15&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lay youner ones down for nap/
Read aloud to older &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ones/ finish
up school work&lt;br&gt;
2:00 ish&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jump in my bed for a 30 -45 minute nap
/whole house nap (and I &quot; pitty the fool&quot; that rings my bell during
this time of the day!) &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
So, today we got pretty close to that! Praise God! Now let me go and
look at the plans for tomorrow and clean up or tomorrow's blog will be
pretty sad!&lt;br&gt;
Suga&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
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<title>Last Saturday before</title>
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hit the books!!! Monday we go back to school and all of us are eager
for it! The kids saw the co op they will be attending on Fridays and
they are excitied! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
It was like signing up for college courses. All the ones we wanted had a big orange marker through them that read &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0);&quot;&gt;FULL&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But, they will be there all day Friday.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Today, Saturday, was almost my &quot;get the whole house cleaned in one day
and plan for school the next week&quot; let down. I woke up late b/c we went
out to visit our dear friends last night and I really needed some
sleep. Then I had to scrub everything down b/c we bombed the ants
(which did nothing)! Slowly the kids got up and I rushed them out the
house to my hair consultation.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Yes, Mamas, I can't wait! Tuesday night I get my wig twisted!!! I
really could care less what style I get as long as its clean and stress
free and cute!! I told dh I needed to be there at 5:30, a whole 30
minutes before. I needed to build in some me time, enough to get a
magazine or book from the library, coffee or somethin'! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Anyway, when we got back the kids did chores, the 3 yo slept and peed
MY BED!!! while the almost 12 month old slept in the&amp;nbsp; air
conditioned car behind the locked gate. That's right, I let my baby
sleep in the car with the air on, in our car port behind the locked
gate. I had to eat something 'fore I died! I fixed my plate and sat in
the car with him, almost went to sleep too. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Finally, I took him inside and ofcourse he woke up and was up for the
rest of the day. I'm talkin 7 hours of nothin but catching a baby,
getting him down from the steps, changing poopy diapers on a diaper
rashed butt, checking for teeth marks after he bit his older brother
and the list goes on and on! &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;The kids swept and mopped their bedroom floors and the little boy came over to play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I am tired, but guess what? I can't go to sleep! Its 1:33 am and I finally have some me time! &lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;OK so I had some me time after he went to sleep at 10, but I had to plan for next week and listen to dh (yall know how&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is) plus watch SNL (Antonio Banderas was on) and then finish planning during the commercials...&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;
Any way, I am about to go to bed and pray that I can finish planning
tomorrow. Dh already said he may have to work tomorrow instead of going
to church. Do I really want to go without him... &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
We'll see.....&lt;br&gt;
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<pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 00:10:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>The Least of these</title>
<description>
 &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Week two of our break and what have I been doing? &lt;br&gt; Have I been relaxing with Bob at 11 o'clock EST? &lt;br&gt; No.&lt;br&gt; Have I been decluttering and packing for this huge move that we are about to make? &lt;br&gt; No.&lt;br&gt; Is my plan book overcrowed with new ideas for our next 8 week school session?&lt;br&gt; No.&lt;br&gt; What have I been doing instead? I'm glad you asked. &lt;br&gt;
Yesterday we spent the day at home. Now, last week, my neighbor had
some men fixing her house and they happened to have a little 6 year old
boy with them. The boy sat on the steps in what ever shade he could
find, playing with whatever stick he could find while his Daddy built a
deck. I thought surely the child would not sit out in the hot sun all
day. Ofcourse, that's excatly what happened.&lt;br&gt; So, I made up my mind
then and there to invite him to come and play with us. So, Monday
morning who was out side bright and early at 8 am, this little boy.
When my children and I went out to play I asked his father if he could
come over and he did.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; He played nicely with the children, but
since I didn't know him from Adam, I had to be there listening,
watching, observing. After lunch, I asked his Dad if he could stay a
little longer and play on the computer. Once Dad gave consent, we
walked back across the street. It was on that very short walk that God
opened up a window of opportunity to share the gospel of Christ:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: rgb(51, 0, 51);&quot;&gt;Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some change.&lt;br&gt; &quot;This is for you.&quot;&lt;br&gt; &quot;What's that for?&quot;&lt;br&gt; &quot;For feeding me lunch!&quot;&lt;br&gt; Totally astonished and humbled, I shook my head and told him he didn't have to pay me for his lunch.&lt;br&gt; He astonishly asked,&quot;Well, why did you feed me lunch?&quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This is where the Holy Spirit whispered, &quot;This is your chance!&quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I asked him,&quot;Have you ever heard of someone named Jesus?&quot;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Thinking for a moment, he said,&quot; Yeah, didn't they &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;KILL HIM&lt;/span&gt; ?&quot; &lt;br&gt;
At this moment, I liked to die laughing! As a child growing up in an
&quot;urban&quot; environment exposed to stuff far beyond his years, he asked
this so &quot;as a matter of fact&quot;. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Not wanting to confuse the child, I said yes, but he's not dead any longer. I'm sure &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;
was really clear! But, moving on quickly I added that Jesus once told
his friends that if they ever see someone in need of a friend or food
or drink or clothes or any kind of care, they are to give it to them.
And when they do so, its like doing it for Jesus.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; He just
kinda looked at me, not really understanding but accepting. I heard the
Spirit say that he might not understand it now, but that He would bring
it back to his remembrence when he could.&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I hope I didn't&amp;nbsp; sound like I was complaining in the beginning of
this blog. I am happy about serving my Lord. I am also equally reminded
that after serving Jesus was quick to slip away and rest. In the mean
time, my children and I are spending our last week of break, serving
the least of these.&lt;br&gt; Suga&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
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<title>You are amazing God</title>
<description>
 &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I don't even know what to title this blog... I guess it will come to me by the end of it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So let's see... what have I been doing since my birthday?? We went to the library, and oh, I had my date with Bob. &lt;br&gt; I did tell you all about my man on the side, right? &lt;br&gt; I didn't tell yall about my daily 11 o'clock date with Bob Barker? &lt;br&gt;
That is my show!!! During school I look at the clock strike 11 and sigh
as I go on with school, but not on the two week break! I was able to
enjoy Bob on The Price Is Right and holla out the answers to the bid
right along with everyone else. This particular show was good. This
young guy named Peter was so excitied to &quot;come on down&quot;, that he began
to do back flips. Turns out, this guy is a professional tumbler!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; What does a professional tumbler do, exactly? He did plenty of back flips after he won, &quot;A New CARRRRR!&quot; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Saturday I got up early and met my dear friend &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dahgurl.com/blog/&quot;&gt;Shawn&lt;/a&gt;
at the farmer's market. I was sooooo excitited to be out of the house
early before the kids had a chance to stop me. I took the long scenic
route through the city to the farmer's market. We strolled through the
vendors and marvelled at all that was there. It was a field trip! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
I bought a different type of kale and cooked it according to Jamie's
(the farmer who sold it to me) directions. Then I found something
really interesting, edible flowers called &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gardenguides.com/flowers/annuals/nasturtium.htm&quot;&gt;Nasturtiums &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; They were really good, I have to find were I can get some seeds and grow them on the porch.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Afterwards, I went home, gathered up the kids and baby sat for a friend
who is recovering from breast reduction surgery. That was fun, sitting
under the shade of the tree with the children, eating leftover pizza
and fruit from the farmer's market.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Came home, bathed the
kids, watched Mulan for the first time, put them in bed and had a long
talk with dh about various topics, one including the dreaded &quot;What are
we gonna do about this potential of having more kids thing?&quot; I am so
tired of having this conversation! If you've read the blog on &quot;Raising
tomatoes&quot; then you know how I feel. Right about now, I am giving up,
throwing in the towel, overdosing on birth control pills and following
it with a spermicide laced oj chaser! I spent much of the night asking
the Lord to change me, make me into one of those women who doesn't
care, who can't stand the thought of getting pregnant again. At least
we would be on the same page and I wouldn't feel this huge tug of war!
UUUGGGGHHHH! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Ok.....I feel better now. One of my coping
mechanisms is to visulaize myself &quot;over or past&quot; what ever my current
mountain is. So last night, I imagined what I am going to think about
this when I am 67 and after menopause. Will I think about allowing God
to control my fertility? Maybe. Will I be over it by then? I better be!
&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; This Sunday's service was Indiscribable! The message was
titled so, and it was full of images of this universe that we call
home. It showed our solar system and the Milky Way galaxy and where we
live in that enormous vastness. Our planet was a speck in the lower
right corner! The speaker (I'm too tired to go upstairs and find the
bullentin with his name on it... forgive me) kept showing pictures like
the sun, the birth and death of a star. He explained how long it would
take us to get to the other galaxies and how it would take&amp;nbsp; all
the energy of the US over a period of a few trillion years to be able
to run the sun for one second! Then he went way out and showed us even
more amazing stuff that was how ever many light years away. Finally, he
said he had one more image to show us, and this one was the furthest we
could go. It was a picture of our Lord Jesus Christ on the cross.&lt;br&gt;
GIRLLLL, I lost it!!!! Normally my eyes water because of this new
makeup I'm trying, but this time it was because I caught a glimpse of
just how great and wonderful and awesome and powerful and words that i
don't have to describe how indiscribable my God is!&amp;nbsp; He called the
stars by name all kazillion of them and yet he knows&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;my&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;name and wants to listen to&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
That is too great for me to understand! I wanted to run and cry and
shout and sing how great my God is!!!! But all I could do was stand
there and cry and allow my soul to be humbled. This is how Moses must
have felt when he wanted to see God's glory and God only allowed him to
see the tail end of him. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And here I am mad,upset,worried,
about all the things that seem so big to me right now. Yes, they are
important, but I can't lose focus of Who loves me and how big He is. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Chris Tomlin said it best:&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;Indescribable,uncontainable,&lt;br&gt; You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name&lt;br&gt; You are amazing God&lt;br&gt; All powerful,untameable,&lt;br&gt; Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;br&gt; You are amazing God&lt;br&gt; Indescribable, uncontainable&lt;br&gt; You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name&lt;br&gt; You are amazing God&lt;br&gt; Incomparable,unchangeable&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same&lt;br&gt; You are amaing God&lt;br&gt; You are amazing God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  
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<pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2006 23:57:00 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Is Today Your Birthday?</title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;When
I was little, my Daddy had a whole bunch of records (remember those?)
that he would play for me. One of them had this little song to teach
you the days of the week. The young child would sing, &quot;Is today my
birthday?&quot; and the parent would say, &quot;Not yet, today is Monday, Monday,
Monday!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Well, it has become a tradition in our home to sing that
little song to the birthday person starting a week prior to the date.
We all get a twisted sense of joy yelling &quot;Not yet!&quot; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Well, today I said, &quot;It is, it is, it is my birthday!&quot; Because it is my 32nd birthday today!!!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I thought a lot about how to celebrate. I think birthdays are very special, cause its the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;
day in the whole year that you should feel especially special. So I
wanted to do something that would make me feel just that. A trip to my
favorite museum and having a pic nic at a very nice park would make my
day. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The museum didn't work out (I still had four children to tend to), but
we did make it to the park. I asked a good friend to visit with her
children and they were the perfect compliment to my day. On the way
home we drove through downtown listening to my favorite smooth jazz
station. I tell ya, its the little things that make me happy.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Last night I cooked a large pan of &lt;a href=&quot;http://pasta.allrecipes.com/az/BakedZiti.asp&quot;&gt;Baked Ziti&lt;/a&gt;
and my favorite&amp;nbsp; Cranberry apple toss salad. I made enough so that
I wouldn't feel like I cooked on my birthday. After dinner the family
went out for ice cream.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I have soooo much to be thankful for. I had a great childhood for the
most part, my parents are still alive and well, my dh and I are still
happily married and I have four gifts that I get to open up every
morning.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Above all that, I have a relationship with the One who made heaven and earth, He wants to talk to me and hear from me. I am &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;richly blessed&lt;/span&gt; !!!&lt;br&gt;
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<title>Living my Dream</title>
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  &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We
have been having some really great home school days! As you know we are
using Sonlight for history, language arts (for the most part) and
science. In fear of boredom and wanting to shake things up a bit, I
jumped ahead and began learning about Ancient China.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I got some really great books from the library. One is called &lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Ancient Science&lt;/span&gt;
by Jim Wiese. We have done all kinds of ancient Chinese lessons like
building kites, making &quot;gun powder&quot; and a magnitized compass and&amp;nbsp;
ice cream. Tomorrow we make our own paper (paper mache). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
We've read about Ancient Chinese life through good books like The Magic
School Bus&amp;nbsp; and Growing Up in Ancient China. A blanket on the
front yard in the shade has become a favorite in enjoying these books.
Yesterday they flew their kites up and down the grass. It really made
me thankful for the opportunity to be home with them and to learn right
along with them.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Today we weren't supposed to do school, but
we had a few extra things to finish up before our two week break next
week. A good friend called and asked me to keep 4 out of 5 of her
babies for her. (Check her out at her&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.dahgurl.com/&quot;&gt; blog&lt;/a&gt;)
So in a flash, I had an instant &quot;big family&quot; for a few hours. In total
I had 8 children ages 8,7,6,6,4,3,20 months and 11 months. As you might
imagine the youngest 2 were the busiest and the hardest to manage, just
because of what their ages demand. The older ones were great. I called
everyone into the foyer as I stood on the steps and gave instructions
on where to play and when lunch was to be served. They understood and
went to play. They set the table and cleared it. It really wasn't a big
deal.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; AAhhhhhh to live my dream for 2-3 hours today felt good.
It really felt good to have a house full of children ... busy... very
busy, but good. I know this is not for everyone, but I really believe
that God may have meant it for me. This is what I've &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;wanted, even as a young girl. I can't remember ever &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wanting it. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
So, we'll see. I have no idea what God has planned for us in terms of
more children, but I am learning to be content with whatever (whom
ever) He gives us.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; What's &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; dream? Have you lived it? Are you working towards it? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  
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<title>Looking through the trees</title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Saturdays
are always big let downs for me. Its not Saturday's fault, its mine. I
always have these high hopes for Saturday, like cleaning the whole
house, that never get done. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I actually planned only 3 very realistic things for today. Give a child
an enema (long story), finish laundry for the week and destroy the dust
bunny family residing in my bedroom under the air conditioner.(Sorry
dust bunnies, nothing personal) I could&amp;nbsp; have done these 3 things
if it were not for two reasons. My 11 month old and a serious case of
sleep deprivation because of the 11 month old.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
We did manage to give the enema, that had to happen. The laundry is not
finished and its 11:49 pm and the dust bunnies get away yet again.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Needless to say I was very frustrated! I was so sleepy that I probably
wasted some time walking around in circles. Finally, when I realized I
was going no where fast, I decided to give up and join the kids. We
went out side and laid down on a blanket. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
There are few things in life that are as simple and satisfying as lying
on your back on a warm summer day (with little to no humidity) and
gazing up through the trees at the perfect blue sky! The only thing
that made it even better was doing it with all my kiddos. It was soooo
cute! All our heads lined up on the blanket next to each other,
pointing out the dead branches on the trees, waving at the airplane
that flys by and praying no bird poop falls into our eyes! &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
At that moment, I realized how trivial my frustrations were. Yes, they
are valid and important to me, but at that moment I realized that
somewhere in the world, a mother cannot lay on a blanket outside her
home with her children. Instead of counting birds, they would be
counting bombs and missles. Running after fireflies would turn into
running away from gun fire. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Too many times, I take my life here in America for granted. Well, not tonight.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 204, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;Thank You God&lt;br&gt;
for the blessing of looking through the trees&lt;br&gt;
and being able to do so&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;in peace.&lt;br&gt;
How ever You see fit&lt;br&gt;
to bring peace, bring it.&lt;br&gt;
In the mean time, use me&lt;br&gt;
as your servant to&lt;br&gt;
serve those in need&lt;br&gt;
because of war in their homeland.&lt;br&gt;
Help me to be a better keeper of&lt;br&gt;
my home&lt;br&gt;
and &lt;br&gt;
thank You&lt;br&gt;
for the lessons learned while&lt;br&gt;
lying on my back&lt;br&gt;
on a blanket.&lt;br&gt;
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<title>Quiet moments and a Big Mouse</title>
<description>
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Today
was our no school day. Instead of hitting the books, we went to Chuckie
Cheese to celebrate the 3 year old's birthday. All his 3 year old
friends were there along with their bigger and/or smaller siblings.
They had a great time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I realized how much I have changed from a first time mom to now a mom
of four children. I never would have let my first child out of my sight
at such places. Now, I position myself where I can see the door and
make sure they don't leave the building! I even forgot all about my
baby today. While setting the table, I figured I should go lay my eyes
on the 3yo. While looking for him, my dear friend handed me my baby. I
forgot she had him!! Anyway, we made it through the day without any
kidnappings and missing children!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I probably was tired from staying up late last night looking for a
house in Georgia. That's right. If you are a reader of my blog, you are
the first to know (even before my real life friends) that we are moving
to Goergia this fall. By Thanksgiving, we hope to be in our new home.
Dh called yesterday and said that his contract will not be renewed
after November. We've wanted to move to Georgia for about a year now,
but we weren't sure of the timing. I prayed last month for God to show
us what to do and when. I see this as Him kicking us out of Maryland
and into our new home. &lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Speaking of yesterday, we had a really good school day. Although we
began late, we finished all our subjects and had some quiet time. Just
before naps, we were all laying on the sofa. I had finished reading a
library story, when I felt so sleepy! The older kids ran and got some
blankets and pillows in hopes that I would fall asleep. (They probably
wanted me to sleep so that they can play a computer game!) We all
snuggled up under some blankets on the sofa with the AC on full blast,
and just kinda sat there, quietly. It was nice, having all my babies
piled up on the sofa pretending to sleep. Actually, I did dose off for
a few laying next to the 3 year old.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Ahhhh, these moments are why I love home schooling. In order for us to
have a great home school day tomorrow, I better sign off here, do the
dishes and go to sleep.&lt;br&gt;
Suga&lt;br&gt;
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 &lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There
is something about 10 o'clock in the morning, something that I love to
catch and hate to miss. I realized it two weeks ago as I was dropping
off the older two at VBS. By the time I saw them safely in the building
and got the two younger ones safely strapped in their car seats, it was
10 o'clock. 10 o'clock and something warm and exciting came over me.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Maybe 10 o'clock represents a second chance. You know how you plan on
doing something in the morning, but you haven't gotten it done yet?
When 12 noon rolls in, its too late, the am is now the pm. But 10
o'clock allows time to finish that morning task.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Maybe 10
o'clock is just the perfect time of the day. Not too early, not too
late. just right! Its not too hot in the summer and not too cold in the
winter. Just the right amount of sun in all seasons. The time that has
demanded a merge of breakfast and lunch. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I've found,
however, that 10 o'cock only has its signifigance when I remember to
acknowledge it. I am disappointed when it slips by me and its already
eleven thirty or some other &quot;just not right time of the day&quot;. I almost
have a little &quot;party&quot; within myslef at the site of the hands strike ten!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;
Our school days are at their greatest when we are on time by 10
o'clock. That means that preschool / handwriting is done and I have
completed 30 minutes of individual time in either reading or math with
a child, with one hour and thirty minutes still within in my grasp! Oh
TEN O'CLOCK I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; So, now that you all think I am crazy, why not solidify my room with the padded walls with a poem dedicated to 10 o'clock:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;It could be one, two, three or five &lt;br&gt; that gets me going, keeps me alive.&lt;br&gt; Six, seven, eight are fine&lt;br&gt; when I want to wine and dine.&lt;br&gt; Nine, eleven even twelve are great&lt;br&gt; for a party or a play date.&lt;br&gt; But if a smile is what your after &lt;br&gt; then let it be 10, because 10 o'clock is when I begin&lt;br&gt; to shine from the inside with a radiant glow&lt;br&gt; why it happens&lt;br&gt; I don't excatly know&lt;br&gt; but it does everyday at the end of 9:59&lt;br&gt; the world stops for me&lt;br&gt; on the turn of a dime&lt;br&gt; for now its my duty, now its my time&lt;br&gt; to wink at the clock&lt;br&gt; and silently grin&lt;br&gt; for the Good Lord had granted&lt;br&gt; me the good&lt;br&gt; time of&lt;br&gt; ten!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;SugaMama&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(204, 102, 204);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 153, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: palatino linotype,palatino,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  
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