Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Skiddamarinkydinkydink

Charlie's favorite song is Skiddamarinkydinkydink. 
A classic. 
 Makes me proud. 
 Passed on a priceless piece of my childhood. 
 Sharon, Lois and Bram. The elephant show. 
Learn it if you don't know it. 
Share it. 
Love it.
 

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

House Update

Here are a few of my recent projects around the house. Please excuse the giant hole in the kitchen wall. It's on the list.

I'm not sure what order they will be in: this phone posts faster than our poor computer. Fruit basket. Heavy duty. Now in red. Pots and pans. Black upgrade from in laws (thanks again!). Like to hang around. Mantle pictures. Need to be hung on the wall. Wall-O-pictures. Added to. Still awaiting the ones on the mantle. Little projects. (not pictured are as follows) We now have a working dryer. We were waiting on a breaker. Breaker is in. No one got electrocuted. Win. One more sheet of drywall on the South wall. Master bedroom green accent wall. Trees trimmed. Fort built from said tree limbs. Two loads of wood cut and hauled. Two to go. Lots of work, but there has been some progress. Just no pictures till now.enjoy.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Reminders

When I went out to check the mail I found this note on our door. It was a nice reminder that we are doing good things. I don't know who left the note because they didn't sign it but it sure brightened my day.Thanks neighbor.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Words of Wizzum

“I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned to do many years ago was to forgive myself. It is very important for every human being to forgive herself or himself because if you live, you will make mistakes- it is inevitable. But once you do and you see the mistake, then you forgive yourself and say, ‘well, if I’d known better I’d have done better,’ that’s all. So you say to people who you think you may have injured, ‘I’m sorry,’ and then you say to yourself, ‘I’m sorry.’ If we all hold on to the mistake, we can’t see our own glory in the mirror because we have the mistake between our faces and the mirror; we can’t see what we’re capable of being. You can ask forgiveness of others, but in the end the real forgiveness is in one’s own self. I think that young men and women are so caught by the way they see themselves. Now mind you. When a larger society sees them as unattractive, as threats, as too black or too white or too poor or too fat or too thin or too sexual or too asexual, that’s rough. But you can overcome that. The real difficulty is to overcome how you think about yourself. If we don’t have that we never grow, we never learn, and sure as hell we should never teach.”-Maya Angelou

I love Maya Angelou.  She is such an inspiration.


And now after those wise words how about something completely ridiculous: (I heart Sons of Provo- cracks me up every time)

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Charlieno

I never intended to be a parent that always says No. Rarely yes. I try to remember to say yes.  But most of the time around our house it is "CHARLIE NO!" that you hear.  I'll often answer the phone with "Charlie NO!" due to the inevitability that when the phone rings he thinks it is time to rip books, or flip over the back of the couch or whack his brother in the head with a train.  He doesn't talk and I think that is part of our frustration.  He is frustrated that he can't communicate what he wants/needs and I get so tired of charades and guessing.

Maybe it's our fault for nicknaming him Menace.  But it seemed to fit and he's grown even more into it now.  Don't get me wrong here, I love my kid. DEARLY.  And the thought that he is likely the last baby in our house saddens my heart so I try to hold on to the little bit of babyhood/toddlerhood before full blown boyhood.  He's so sweet. Always wanting to give hugs and kisses and ugga-muggas.  He loves to play with the trains (when his brothers let him).  Loves to read (which warms my heart).  Loves to snuggle. *sigh* I know it won't last.

But I'm not so sure I'm going to survive this phase.  I hope it's a phase.  I hope we have language soon, perhaps something more than Charlie No!  I'm pretty sure when he goes to write his name in Kindergarten he's going to tell his teacher his name is Charlieno.

That is, IF we make it to 5.  I know it's a blink of an eye.  "The days are long but the years are short." No kidding.

Till then- please forgive me if you hear "Charlieno" instead of "Hello?" when I answer the phone.