"Cultivating a thankful heart in your child." Sounds like a great book title, doesn't it? I am not writing it, I am looking for it. One of my children seems to be having some trouble being grateful for anything in his life these days, and this cultivation is my new goal... Granted, cultivation takes time, and the seeds don't grow right away....

Seed #1 Got a kids book from the library, Casey, the greedy cowboy. He has all this cowboy stuff and just wants more. His mom gives him the "you have so much already, be grateful" speech, but he just gets angry. While he's angry, he finds a poster for the rodeo and forgetting all else, asks if mom and dad will take him. The parents agree, and at the rodeo, Casey sees a "kid cowboy" and thinks "wow, that's the life for me." then he discovers how sad and lonely the kid is because he has no family. Casey is immediately thankful for all he has, including his new friend.

My child's take-away lesson from all this--"Mom, if I find a poster for a rodeo, will you take me? Puh-leeze...."

Seed #2 Telling God what we are thankful for before bed. Mom's prayer, "Dear God, we are thankful for our salvation, our family and our friends, and our beds and pillows.."

Child's prayer, "Dear God, I am NOT thankful it is bedime. AMEN!"

Anybody got any more seeds for me here?

A Typical Day in the Westphal Household

(Did that say "a typical" or "atypical" ? No matter...)

"Silly Putty doesn't come out of hair good," announces Tim.

"Oh?"

"I'm still workin' on it."

"Something happened, Mom," Mark announces.

"Oh?"

"I just pulled the light chain and the glass thing fell!" (He means the light fixture cover. It's the third one we've had in that room.)

"Is it broken?"

"Into total BITS, Mom, total BITS!"

"Cheers!" Lucas says, holding his lunch glass aloft, "To liberty and beyond!'

Mark, defending the living room with an invisible sword, "Prepare to be BATTLED!"

Grandma, "We're going to the Asian Market today."

Much later, Papa mentions his sore neck. "Maybe you can go see the doctor at that place," offers Lucas,.

"What place?"

"That shopping place that Grandma said."

"The Asian Market?"

"Yes! Maybe they have a doctor there."

"Mom, I'm cold!" says Mark.

"Do you want your bathrobe?"

"I don't need my robe! I believe in the power of the living God!"

Other items of note.....(typical, atypical....you decide)

We read about Sumerian cuneiform, listened to Adventures in Odyssey, explained adultery, and found out what magnetite looks like.

The kids and I read about DaVinci. We say "DaVinci" and "Mona Lisa" in our best Italian accents. (I love accents, go ahead, try it, it's fun. "Da Vinci!" see? ). Sarah and I draw pictures across the table of each other. We walk Sarah to GEMS (church on the corner), while my neighbor takes Tim to soccer. Mark and Lucas and I pick acorn squash and eat broccoli at the garden.

Tim's spelling sentence for today is "My orange farm heard you." This cracks him up for some reason. Older two timed themselves in typing and math flashcards. I read Richard Scarry's Peasant Pig and the book KAPOW! at least 5 times today (Counting the days until we can get to the library again.)

We danced to the song, "There's a zombie on my lawn," and Sarah and I read Romans Chapter Five together in our "dramatic" voices. All this, plus five loads of laundry and the ten commandments all in a typical day at the Westphals. Thanks for joining us and tune in next week when Marcus says, "Uh-oh, sorry Mom."

Five Easy Steps to a clean bathroom floor

1. When the children ask, "Can we wash the ponies in the sink?" Say Yes.

2. Ignore all the laughing and splashing you hear for at least twenty minutes.

3. Pull the plug and give each child a rag for clean-up.

4. Let the oldest child use the mop.

5. Voila. Nice clean floor.

Possible side effects include:

1. Dry sets of clothes for each child.

2. At least 4 wet rags, one wet bath stool, one soaked bathmat, etc...

Vacation (Have to get away) Bible School

My parents live on at least half an acre of wooded land near a lake in northern Michigan. It makes for a nice vacation for the kids and Mom. We can swim in the lake, ride in the paddleboat, build forts in the woods, and have a great time. In fact, we go every year for one very special week. It is special because my parents’ small country church hosts a huge Vacation Bible School event. Monday through Friday, 7-9 pm with music, games, craft, Bible story, true evangelism, and snack for preschoolers to pre-teens. The kindergarten-1^st. grade class my boys were part of boasted 15-20 kids each night.

While I still envy those parents who simply drop off and pick up their children, I am glad I stayed each night. I hung out with the boys’ class and helped them line up, take turns, and deal with disappointment. Story time was the best. The pastor dressed up and had props. One night he was a drill sergeant hollering orders and told us the story of Naaman. One night he was a fisherman who followed Jesus. One night he was a doctor named Luke. It was so good to see those little hands raised when he asked if they wanted to give their hearts to Jesus.

My boys, five years olds each, and full of energy, imagination, and their own ideas, were two of almost 20 in their class. They pulled the horn of a snow plow, watched the lights of a firetruck, and washed hands with a real nurse. The boys made crosses with real construction workers, and quickly turned them upside down so they could be swords. They ran when they were supposed to be still, talked when shushed, pushed others when told to line up, flatly refused to color anything, cried when they didn’t get picked to do an activity and choose not to obey their mom….experienced time outs, discipline from Mom, and talkings to, but not all the time…they also listened to story time, learned how to be a HERO for God, learned Bible verses, asked questions, sat in a circle, played duck, duck, goose, ate snack, listened to others, and one night, both raised their hands to give their hearts to Jesus.

So while part of me still envies those drop off and pick up parents, part of me is eternally grateful for the opportunity to watch my boys grow and learn, especially about my savior, Jesus. Thank you, Dighton Wesleyan Church, for evangelizing children.

Visual Sleep AId

I am used to clearing an empty glass from the bedroom each morning. My husband almost always has a large glass of milk before bed. But recently, I found a full glass of milk next to the bed. Ryan is a very hard worker, and I think it caught up with him. He just fell asleep before he could drink it.

But I had to tease him a little. "What is this? You just need to look at it to fall asleep?" Last night, I asked him where he was going, "Downstairs," he replied, "I need my visual sleep aid." Presenting "The Visual Sleep Aid" . That's right, folks, just pour yourself a glass of milk, set it next to the bed, and voila, before you know it, you will be sound asleep. Caution: don't stare at this picture too long or you may fall ..zzz....zzz

I Love Surprises

It finally happened. The realization that my husband and I actually read ONE of the SAME books in our childhood! This wonderment came as we were driving to pick up kids from camping. Books on tape are a wonderful thing on a road trip. We have heard everything from Adventures in Odyssey to The Tale of Despereaux. Today's choice was Beverly Cleary's The Mouse and the Motorcycle.

The husband was a little grumpy as he had planned on staying home to work while I road-tripped for over two hours, but the clouds rolled in and put a damper on all his plans. So we listened to the adventures of Ralph the mouse as he made friends, discovered the joy of the motorcycle and felt the crushing disappointment of losing such a precious thing that was loaned to him. As Ralph admitted the loss, Ryan looked at me conspiratorily, "Don't worry," he whispered, "he gets it back."

"Wha?" I responded, "You mean you know this story?"

"I read it when I was a kid."

I was dumbfounded. My jaw dropped. Then I smiled a little. After years and years of marriage, another surprise! I knew Ryan spent every childhood summer outside. He'd play monopoly all day, or hide and seek, or ride his bike all over, or play in the gravel pits. Meanwhile, I spent summers escaping into books of all sorts. Many was the time I had mentioned a beloved childhood book only to be met by a blank look.

After I recovered from my shock and repeated, "You've READ The Mouse and the Motorcycle?" more times than I should have, I couldn't help but smile again. I love surprises.

summer 2010

Five things to love about summer

1. The feeling of toes in warm sand

2. The smell of suntan lotion

3. The sound of sprinklers

4. The taste of ice cream on a stick

5. The smiles of my children

What’s the deal with the Bible stories I never heard about?

I mean, I grew up in church, I memorized John 3:16, I can recite the Old Testament, and yet, this remarkable book of God’s keeps surprising me.

Perhaps it’s the fact that I am not a scholar or these stories aren’t in ALL four gospels or perhaps they contain something controversial that my simple mind is missing.

Still, it’s rather surprising, entertaining and enlightening. Take for example, today in John chapter 12. I read of Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead, Jesus coming back to his house for the Passover, and riding the colt into Jerusalem. Lots of visual pictures from my memories, Sunday school posters, plays, palm leaves, real and construction paper….it’s the next passage that got me.

Greeks wanted to see Jesus, they talked to Philip, Philip talked to Andrew, Andrew talked to Jesus and then….there’s these wonderful words of Christ predicting his own death and a voice answering him from heaven. Jesus says, “Father, glorify your name.” God says, “I have both glorified it, and will glorify it again.” Wow! How could I not even know of this exchange?

Is it just not as incredulous as “This is my son, in whom I am well pleased.”? Harder to explain than Noah’s Ark? Perhaps I just didn’t read the Bible enough as a kid and relied on my Sunday School teachers too much.

Thanks, God, for always surprising me. For more details, see John 12.

"Well-liked by All"

Christian parents,

Do you want everyone to like your children? Think about it carefully. Yes, this is a trick question. It points back to you.

Do you want everyone to like you? Think about it carefully. Yes, this is a trick question. If the answer is yes, you are living for the wrong purpose. This is not a good goal, not in your personal life, and certainly not in parenting.

The goal of your life should not be "She was well-liked", and yet, we get sucked into this people-pleaser trap, much to our own detriment. Inevitably, you are placing your sense of significance in the hands of people. I have bad news for you. People mess up all the time. Do you know you can't even completely rely on yourself?

Yes, it's true. You will let yourself down. You've seen it in your past and it will likely happen again.

So, where does your significance lie? In the hands of others? Or in the hands of a gracious God? Are you striving for "Well done, good and faithful servant, " ?

Back to parenting. Do you want everyone to like your children? Should this be your desire? No.

"...building a significant purpose into your children invariably guarantees that some people won't like them." -Tim Kimmel, Grace-based Parenting. What? Someone not like my child? Yes, and you need to be okay with that. "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you encounter trials of many kinds...."

Do not push your child to be "well-liked by all". That is not where you want their significance to be based. Jesus loved all, but was not loved by all. If they're goal is to be "well-liked", they will not stand up for their faith. If you are striving to be "well-liked by all," your children will strive for this as well.

Set your goal higher, for you and for them. Strive to please God and not man. "well done, good and faithful servant," instead of "well-liked by all."

Increase our faith

1. "Marc, you left your dominoes out."

"Sorry, Mom."
"I forgive you."

2. "Marc, do not put checkers in your mouth."

"Sorry, Mom."

"I forgive you."

3. "Marc, come flush the toilet."

"Sorry, Mom."

"I forgive you."

4. "Marc, do not put the silly putty in your hair."

"Sorry, Mom."

"I forgive you."

5. "Marc, do not unroll that much toilet paper."

"Sorry, Mom."

"I forgive you."

6. "Marc, do not throw blocks at your brother."

"Sorry, Mom."

"I forgive you."

7. "Marc, do not use the tape without asking first."

"Sorry, Mom."

"I forgive you."

"Be on your guard. If your brother sins, rebuke him; and if he repents, forgive him. And if he sins against you seven times a day, and returns to you seven times, saying, "I repent," forgive him." Luke 17: 3, 4

The mom job of forgiving again and again can be wearisome but I must reflect God's grace to my children. He forgives me again and again for my daily mistakes. I am grateful for my children's repentant hearts. Sometimes seven times a day is more like 70 x 7, especially multiplied by four children; however, I have faith that God will supply His grace.

"The apostles said to the Lord, 'Increase our faith!'" Luke 17:5 That is my prayer, as well.

Okay, so I attempted to share this post with Tim and Sarah. You know, to demonstrate how important it is to forgive others, especially their brother. Sarah asked what "rebuke" meant and after a quick explanation, Tim interrupted, "Oh good, I thought you said re-puke. You know, throw up on your brother!" This dissolved the little girl in giggles and even mama smiled, but I'm trusting that God's word will not return void. "The apostles said to the Lord, 'Increase our faith!'" Luke 17:5

Mother's Day 2010

My own mother, bless her heart, was stranded at my home with a horrible cold that swelled up her eyes so much she couldn't drive home, so she and Dad stayed an extra night, and I got to help take care of her.

Then my Tim woke me at 5:00 Mother's Day morning, "Mom, I think I'm going to throw up." Sure enough. So I got to take care of my first-born, also. Quite a morning. Tim says to me, "Mom, remember all those times I'm not glad you are my mom?"

"Yes, Tim," I answer.

"Well today, I am REALLY glad you are my mom. You are taking care of me when I'm sick." As the morning went on, he felt a little better but we all skipped church. Mom's eyes were better enough that she headed home. Ryan stayed with the kids and I drove in the car (all alone) to I-HOP (all alone) where I got a newspaper and ordered my favorite breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes and a cup of coffee. Did you know they give you your own coffeepot there? Did you know pancakes are supposed to be eaten when they are hot? It was a wonderful breakfast, although I kept yawning for some strange reason. They even gave me a carnation.

Later, I got a nice, long nap, miniature roses, and a chocolate, chocolate cake from my wonderful family. I love being a mom.

We now have a scale in the bathroom. I have always been opposed to this practice. Remember those commercials with the people chained to their bathroom scales? I have never wanted to be a slave to the scale or obsess over those daily changes in my weight. Hence, I have NEVER had a bathroom scale. Why now?

It’s actually Ryan’s scale. He used to keep it at work, but now that his office is home, the scale lives in the bathroom. I hid it in the closet for awhile, but it kept mysteriously reappearing. I have flatly refused to step on it. Instead of my becoming a slave to the scale (whew!), something else has happened. Something I didn’t, but should’ve, anticipated.

I now get daily reports, sometimes twice a day, on how much my eight year old weighs, how much a game weighs, how much the trash can weighs, how much…you get the idea…

So, we now have a scale in the bathroom.

Soccer begins

Timothy's soccer schedule:

Sat. April 17 10:30 field 6

Sat. April 24 10:30 field 3

Sat. May 1 1:00 field 3

Sat. May 8 8:00 field 6

Sat. May 15 11:45 field 3

Sat. May 22 8:00 Field 6

Marcus' and Lucas' soccer schedule:

Tues. April 20 6:30

Tues. April 27 6:30

Tues. May 4 6:30

Tues. May 11 6:30

Tues. May 18 6:30

Tues. May 25 6:30

Soccer is played at Georgetown Township Port Sheldon Sports Complex

Elephant Guns

People who seek spiritual contentment do not want to be challenged or moved. What I love about my God is that He does not let me stay as I am; he wants me to grow, and like a parent, He rejoices in my growth, and nothing is better than that Hallelujah!

Someone who is pure will not be afraid to offend, or call "a sin", "a sin". Many Christians today do not want to confront sin or stand apart from the world. We are surrounded by sin. But we don't call it that. We are surrounded by the proverbial elephant in the room. Those with true purity are elephant trackers. They carry elephant guns. They do not ignore the signs of an elephant. My husband, thankfully, is such a man.

With the Holy Spirit's guidance, he recently pointed out one of my elephants. I closed my eyes and waited for him to shoot it. But instead, I felt him touch my hand and heard him ask, "Where does your help come from? Who do you trust?" You see, my elephant was self-defeating self pity. So I opened my eyes and found a large elephant gun in my hands. Yep, I had to look my elephant right in the eye and take aim. It wasn't an easy task. This elephant had been following me around for quite awhile. No one else had mentioned it... it wasn't even that big of an elephant but it had to go. So, listen to the elephant trackers in your life, and when they hand you the gun, take it boldly, take aim and fire.

The Continuing Saga of the Pine Cones

We have the largest pine tree in our neighborhood. It’s at least 3 feet in diameter and twice as tall as our house. It makes a huge noise when the wind whips through its branches, and the pine cones rain down everywhere. It’s the pine cones that are the problem.

Mom –“Don’t touch the pine cones. There’s sticky sap on them.” This was not fair of Mama…all those tempting pine cones..Hand sanitizer is the best defense against sap. Just rub a big glob of it on the sap-encrusted foot or hand and voila, sap free…

Mom – “Don’t throw the pine cones at the deer.” There’s a nursing home behind our home and their deer pen is behind our shed.

Mom – “Don’t throw pine cones at the house.”

Mom – “Don’t throw pine cones at the cars.”

Mom –“Don’t throw pine cones at each other.”

Kids –“What can we throw the pine cones at?”

Kids—“Ahhhh! Sap! I need tizer, please!”

Kids—“See how far I can throw this pine cone, isn’t it AMAZING?”

Kids—“Mom, watch me twist this pine cone in half!”

Kids—“Look, I can draw with chalk on the pine cone.”

Kids—“Sorry Mom, I didn’t mean to hit you. You moved at the wrong time.”

Mom—“Let’s pick up ALL the pine cones and throw them away.”

Kids—“bummer.”

Thankfully, God designed men and women differently. We all know this and live with it every day as husband and wife or in watching our parents as we grow up. Still, for some strange reason, we expect our kids to learn the same way. We seem surprised at their differences sometimes. This subject extends far beyond gender, as each individual is a unique creation of God, but I am always being surprised by my children. So here’s a reminder that boys are different than girls.

Boys SEE Differently

“Males have more rods in their eyes versus cones. Rods help us to see distance and speed. Females have more cones than rods. Cones help us to see color and shape. Because of this difference, boys tend to draw verbs with little color variation in their pictures while girls tend to draw nouns with lots of different colors.

When asked to draw a picture, Sally will draw a house with people and flowers and lots of pretty colors. Steve will draw a tornado which is knocking down a house - and his picture will look like a large black swirl.” August 13, 2008 -- Homeschool-Your-Boys.com - Boys Learn Differently Than Girls From Homeschool-Your-Boys Homeschool-Your-Boys.com - FREE Advice on How to Homeschool ...

Allow me to illustrate in these two great pictures from my 8 year old son and 6 year old daughter. See if you can pick who drew what. J

Another beautiful Michigan summer day in Spring. Unseasonably warm at 77 degrees and sunny. My happy yellow daffodils are trumpeting spring's arrival with all their hearts in the flowerbeds. Today we abandoned our books for the park.

The wind blew last year's leaves skittering, paper thin and brown, along paths and over ground just beginning to green. The four children climbed an inviting tree, rejoicing over footholds and handholds and what they could see from the heights. Even Mama looked tiny. Finally, in their red-cheeked exhaustion, they came to stand under the tree. But it had no leaves to shade them. Even its buds were still closed up tight. We walked through the woods and along the creek bed, searching out signs of spring other than the sun warming our heads. We spied racing water spiders and the green glow of algae on still creek waters. Three friendly dogs greeted us while their owner clung to their leashes.

We headed back to 9our waiting water bottles and the drive home with windows down and radio cranked to the sound of an audio story. This time --Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of Nimh. It was a beautiful day.

Good Friday

"Whatever you do, work at it with your whole heart, as though working for God and not man." Colossians 3:23

Work. Work. Work. Some days it's downright tough to do the dishes one more time or do yet another load of laundry or spend time making one more meal. I call it the deep-sigh day. It means I need an attitude adjustment from my spiritual chiropractor. All these deep sighs and unspoken complaints are simply symptoms of me-ism. Yep, focusing on myself again instear of my creator and sustainer. Me-ism = selfishness = sin= repentance = J.O.Y. = Jesus Others You.

That's right, "you" is last. "But what about ME? It's isn't fair. I've had enough; now I want my share. Can't you see?. . . " Another selfish 80s song floats through my brain looking for a home, but I know another, "It's no about me, Jesus, that you should do things my way...it's all about you."

Isn't true worship the humbling of ourselfves? Admitting we were wrong and walking in grace, grace--like wrapping up in a dryer-warmed blanket after a cold walk outdoors.

In Luke, the Roman centurian discovered something. He viewed Christ's horrible death from beginning until the end. Darkness covered the land, the veil was rent in two, and we all know his statement, "Truly this was the son of God!" yet we miss the verse before it. Our pastor pointed to this little remembered phrase in the book of Luke and it seemed to lodge in my heart. The scripture says, "He PRAISED God." It's hard to imagine PRAISE at such a time, but there it is. He PRAISED God.--That one little verb I need for my attitude adjustment.

My life needs to be that praise, tha tacknowledgement, that daily love song, even my dishes, my laundry, and my dinners.

Love Song

Today my powm will be written
Not in words
But in the work I do
To make this house
Shining and welcoming.

Today my poem will be written
Not with pen
But with my mop and broom
With my iron and parin gknife

A love song, yes--
One written with my life.

By Elizabeth B. Rooney

A funny thing happened at the hotel

We had our first family hotel stay. (Did you know if your family is larger than 5-you have to have another room?) It was a local hotel. My aunt and uncle and cousins and kids were visiting from Illinois and they were staying one night at the hotel so we joined them. Our "large" family had to book a suite--where the mysterious middle door opens. Our suite had a little kitchenette and living room with a fold out couch attached to the regular 2 bedroom hotel room. Very unique to me.

A great time was had by all. With seven kids under the age of 9, the pool was a huge attraction. It had a kiddie pool right in it for the little ones and a seperate hot tub for the big ones. :-) Ahh!! (Ryan even got to show off his painted big toe nail that he let Sarah paint bright pink because no one would ever see it.) We swam and ordered pizza and swam some more (yes, we waited 20 minutes-my cousin has lifeguard training). Then we slept all night and swam again in the morning. We said our goodbyes and the kids and I cleaned up, packed up, and headed to the van (Ry was already at work).

As I shut the back door on our luggage, I noticed some scratches accross the back. I followed them. They were all the way around the van, at least twice! Someone had viciously "keyed" our van. I calmly let the hotel know, and my husband, and we called the police to file a report. It was now lunch time, so I pulled out the emergency box of graham crackers for the kids while we waited for the officer. "Do you have any enemies, Ma'am? Perhaps an angry ex?" Perhaps the vandals had you confused with someone else.

We left for home but had to stop to get gas first. When I opened the gas door, a small pile of dead leaves fell out. Something a child would do - no doubt. SOmething clicks in my brain. I ger a flash of everything my boys have destroyed--wallpaper, furniture, toys, walls, closet shelving, towel bars--I bend closer to look at the scratches near the gas door. Yes...there and there again...that looks like the letter "m". Only one boy makes "m"s like that.

I calmly bring Marc to that side of the van. I smile. I control my voixe. "Is that your "m"?" I ask.
He smiles, swelling with pride. After all, mama loves his "m"s. "Yes," he says expectantly turning his eyes toward me.
"And what did you use to make your m?"
"Oh, a sharp shiny rock."
"Did you go all around the van?"
"Yes, " he's still smiling a little but he's wavering. Perhaps my fake pleasant tone is fading, "I wanted to make it beautiful for you, Mama."
I hugged him. I was glad his heart was in the fight place, but we need to work on modes of expression here. So now you know, the rest of the story.
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Weekly (sort of) Wrap Up

1. Science week this week. Tim and Sarah worked on reports on Body Systems. Tim is tackling the Skeletal System and Sarah is doing the muscles (She was quite delighted to learn the heart is a muscle, as her last report was on the heart.) Tim loves games and we found one about bones. ABCya! Skeletal System Game: Learn the Bones! We use the Power Point program and then have the kids present and grade one another on presentation, including points for eye contact, smiling, and knowing their slides well. Mama grades them as well. This week, they also did some of their own typing! (Thanks, Heather, for BBC - Schools - Dance Mat Typing - Home

The weather won on Wednesday. It was so beautiful, sunny and warm for Michigan in March. The boys had story time at the library while Tim and Sarah worked on their writing and daily grams, but that was it for school today. Sarah had dance at 1:30, and while I usually stay at the studio and do school with the boys, we left and went to the park. We played pirates at the playground, threw rocks in the water, watched a swimming duck leaving trails on the pond, and tried to catch a couple seagulls. Tim even dug holes in the sand. After dance, we ran errands, and headed to another park for one more hour of the glorious feeling of sunshine warming up your clothes and hair, and made it home just in time to leave for church.

1. We are also entering Reading Rainbow’s Young Author’s contest this year (k-3^rd. grade). Reading Rainbow Young Writers & Illustrators Contest Sarah created a great story called “bunnies and raspberries” contrasted to Marc’s “The Scary Pirates”, which is also great in its own right.

1. I love it when God winks at me. One of my goals this year is for Tim and Sarah to learn their books of the Bible and that’s also the current focus of Children’s Church. We read the list of books every day and found a song on youtube. YouTube - Bible Books

We listened to Stuart Little by E.B. White (author of Charlotte’s Web) and enjoyed it but found ourselves disappointed in the ending, which didn’t feel like much of an ending at all as Stuart had not yet found his bird friend, Margalow.

Tim is also reading Tom Swift and the Aerial Warship (our 2^nd. Tom Swift book) and Sarah has started Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm.

The week ended with Sarah and I attending the ballet, “The Squire and the Scroll”. It’s based on the book of the same name by Jennie Bishop. Wonderful book about the importance of living by God’s word. Check it out at your library. It has knights, a dragon, a princess, and a quest. Wonderful to see live performance that gives God the Glory.

Packages
By Elizabeth K. Rooney

If I could wrap
a field of butterflies
I'd package them
for you.
I'd put in all the colors
and a lot of sunshine, too.
I'd gather up a summer breeze
and all the fluttering
and wrap them with brown paper
and tie them up with string.

I've only words for wrapping
and only rhymes for string.
With these, beloved of my heart,
I give you everything.

Gentle leading

Crazy Mom has been at it again. This time, she again got right down on her knees and pleaded with God to forgive her mistakes and let His grace fill in all the gaps where she has messed up with the kids. She asked for wisdom, patience and gentle leading. The Lord brought to mind one of her favorite verses from Isaiah, “He gently leads those that have young.”

Boy, did she need that gentle leading. On Tuesday, there were pencil marks on the boys’ wall, but no pencil. She vaguely wondered how long the marks had actually been there and if a pencil would fit in the floor vent. On Wednesday, they had dumped out all their toy baskets and built a “barricade!” so “no one can enter!” No wonder they were playing so good and quietly in their room. ”We did it shushly mom! Isn’t that great?”

“It’s great that you know the word, ‘barricade’”, managed Crazy Mom as she chalked up another chapter in her endeavor to always find the positive. On Thursday, the little girl cried during Science and the boy flatly refused to do his daily gram and sat on his bed for a LONG time.

But Friday was library day and all went well, all had fun, all got books, and crazy mom was once more counting her blessings. “Are my twins really five already?” She wonders one moment, while “Thank goodness they are finally five,” is her very next thought. As the days start to blur into weeks and months and years Crazy Mom will continue to rely on her faith, and she is grateful for coffee, chocolate frosting (yes, out of the container with a spoon), and that gentle leading.

What are the chances? Note the picture on the computer screen (yes, it's a TV screen). My slideshow was running. The picture of the two babies in the highchairs are my Marc and Luke on their first birthday, eating cake. Meanwhile, in the foreground, Ryan is carrying Marc and Luke's fifth birthday cake! I couldn't have planned this photo better, and I love it! Thanks, God, for winking at me again.

Texas Highlights

Finally, for those of you interested, the highlights of our Texas Trip:
1. The bad news is that I am a “severely affected” female carrier of XLRP. The part of my eyes where my vision loss is most severe are the best parts for driving. Genetic counselor seemed happy I had given up night driving and also strongly suggested that I only drive in ideal conditions in the middle of the day. (Only 7 short years and the Tim-taxi can drive). It was also very cool to see a 3d image of my laser-scanned retina on the computer. Technology is so amazing. The good news is that my three cousins are “mild, no symptoms, and no symptoms.” Retina Foundation of the Southwest - Dallas, Texas

2. More good news is that on the research front, great strides are being made, and the future possibility of gene replacement therapy as treatment is very exciting. The gene that carries XLRP has also been isolated and that holds the promise of genetic testing for families sometime in the future.
Other highlights:
1. Who shot JFK? Lone gunman or conspiracy? We went to “The 6th. floor”. It’s the 6th floor of the book depository building where Oswald shot the president. You can look down onto Dealey Plaza and parking is behind “the grassy knoll”. The 6th. floor is now a museum with a really cool audio tour. For you history buffs visiting Dallas, this one’s for you.
2. The Phantom of the Opera. Yes, I’ve finally seen “the Phantom”. Fabulous music. I love live theater.

Things Kids Say

These are Marc's eyes. He has been saying some interesting things these days. Here are a few tidbits for your amusement. Marcisms:

"Mom! You are making the kitchen smell all dinnery! yum...."
"Why does my body tell me to stop running and get all tired when I just want to go?"
"Why do we need night time?"
"I wish we had battlestations, Mom!"
"Why don't we have any armor?"
During Bible, we are learning Luke 1:37 "Nothing is impossible with God" and Mark wants to know, "why don't we have a Mark verse? There's a Mark in the Bible you know!"

Lucism:
While waiting for dance class, there is a room full of moms just for Lucas to entertain. He overheard one mom mention her husband, Tim. He went right over and joined the conversation, putting his hand on her shoulder, "That's my brother's name."
"That's my husband's name," she replied. Lucas immediately turned to the other mom in the conversation and asked, "What's your husband's name?" "My husband's name is Mark, " she answered. "That's my other brother's name!" he exclaimed, smiling widely. He immediately turned to the woman seated in the next chair. "What's your husband's name?" he inquired. "His name is Vince," she answered. "Oh," he intoned, obviously disappointed. Not to be deterred, he moved to the next woman and repeated his question. As he made his way around the crowded room, the original two ladies turned to me, "what is his name?" "It's Lucas," I answered. "I don't think he's going to find one," she said.

"Could you please die over there? This is MY space."
"Mom, why don't you call me "your majesty" today?"

Here's a couple Sarahisms too.
"Do not argue or complain about anything. PHILISTINES 2:14"
"Look, Mom, I can melt snow with my bare hands!"

Do you find yourself joining in with the fantasies sometimes?

Momisms:

"Even the King has to wash his hands."
"All knights will remain seated while eating lunch."
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will be to retrieve the mail today."
"If this room is not clean, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!" (Oops, I saw the Phantom in Dallas--guess that was my own fantasy imposing upon reality).