Therapy for Perfectionism

I committed this year to make sure my kids are all well-trained in homekeeping. Well, at least the three oldest. The baby is still perfecting the art of homemessing, and I'll leave her to her work for a few more years.

So, today we started our BIG clean-up to make the house nice and merry for Christmas guests and Daddy, since he will be home. And, since I promised myself I would slowly go insane teach them all the wonderful skills involved in homekeeping, I decided that today the boys and I would thoroughly clean the kids bathroom. Together.

They both already know how to wipe down the bathroom each day as part of their chores. But they are seven, and this bathroom has four kids using it... so you can imagine that the little wipe down they give it isn't exactly up to Mama's BIG clean-up standards. Nope. Today's cleaning was the real deal, and it was time to dive in.

Things started well, because it was all fun and games when both boys got to stand in the bathtub and scrub the dirt rings out. That was right up their alley, what with all the elbowing and slipping and sliding. It was less fun to clean the toilet, and wiping up the floor was a downright drag. But they did well and didn't complain about the work, and perhaps their aim will be better in the future now.

For me, it was a wonderful opportunity to practice holding on to my sanity when I feel it slipping away. I only raised my voice a little bit one time. That's pretty good since I felt like screaming, "Don't slop cleaner on your brother~ he's right behind you!" and "Can't you SEE that big wad of gunk on the floor in front of you? Right there! You just stepped in it! Get it, already!"

Nope, I didn't scream those things. At least not out loud.

And by the end of the adventure my boys were proud of the work they had done, and my standards were waaaaay lower. Voila! I'm feeling less and less like a perfectionist every day. Thanks guys.

Harvest Celebration~ A Little Late

I realize it is a few days before Christmas, so I'd better hurry up and get these pix on here so you can see what we were doing back in October! Instead of Halloween, our family always has a Harvest Celebration, with games and hot dogs over the camp fire. We ate a lot and laughed a lot with cousin M, Aunt C and Uncle B, plus Gram and DaddyDon. The weather was exceptionally gorgeous for our party.

The donut game was so hilarious!

A Week of Firsts

But not in a good way. Sweet Baby fell on her nose on the sidewalk. No hands, just nose and forehead. So her precious little baby nose now has a huge scab on it. The scraped nose is her first boo-boo since she came home.

Sweet Baby's nose also started running this week. This is noteworthy because this child has not been ill, not even once, since she came home to us in January. She even survived, unscathed, when the entire rest of the family was deathly ill with the a mutant stomach bug last spring. Yes, folks, that is almost a year of great health. No ear infections, no runny nose, no cough. Nothing. Yes, she has been very blessed, and so have we. But this week she either has bad allergies or a cold, and judging from her overall malaise I am guessing a cold. So, she has her first illness since she came home.

Lastly, we experienced another first. I have never had a baby take off her diaper and tinkle on the living room carpet. Until this morning. And she was pleased as punch about it, too. Here's to hoping it's not only her first time to do that, but also her last.

Don't You Just Love...

...chubby baby feet?

I Know It's a Run-on Sentence, But It's Been That Kind of a Day

Don't you just hate it when you find the perfect recipe for Candied Pecans, and then, even though you are so tired you could fall asleep at the table, you instead spend over 4 hours bent over a bowl picking every bit of shell out of the perfect pecan halves, and then you tweak that perfect recipe to make it even more perfect and you carefully coat the pecans with fresh egg whites from your own chickens and then you coat each pecan morsel with the spicy sugared coating and then you spread them in an even layer in a pan and you gently place them in the warm oven and you slowly bake those sugary, tasty candied pecans at 225 degrees for half an hour, and then you stir them and taste them and they are heavenly and you put them back in to roast for a few more minutes

and then

your 11-year-old daughter walks through the kitchen and she hears a timer buzzing and she tries to turn it off but instead turns the oven temperature knob, then she tries to set it back where it was, but instead turns it to 350 degrees, and then she wonders if that is the right temperature, but instead of asking you she just walks off, and then the perfect sugary, tasty candied pecans that were going to make beautiful Christmas gifts for family and friends sit there in the hot, hot oven and roast, and then toast, and then brown, and then burn and then turn to charcoal as the kitchen fills with smoke.

Don't you just hate it when that happens? Me, too.

Fun in the Snow!

Yep, it's a big deal around here when it snows. It happens so infrequently that my excited children "dressed" to go play in the flurries by slapping their jackets on and sliding into their flip-flops. Poor southern kids~ they forgot that snow is generally pretty cold. They came back inside quickly to dig the gloves out of the bottom of the closet and put on caps. Socks and boots also suddenly seemed like a good idea.

They did get all bundled up finally. However, you can see by one photo that during the mad dash to get dressed, the boys switched pants. So, the taller one is sporting some high water wind pants.

The baby has napped all through the fun this morning, so when she gets up we'll have to bundle her and take her out to see her very first snowfall!

They had a blast catching snowflakes on their tongues. And I'm betting at some point there will be a snowball thrown ~ even if it's made mostly of mud and grass.

Special Needs Adoption Fund

Last year, this is what our youngest daughter looked like. She had a harrowing beginning, but because of Holt's care she survived. We are thankful God chose us to be her family. And we are thankful to Holt, for doing their level best to care for her while she waited for us.

Seven years ago this little tyke was waiting in Holt's foster care in Korea. His right arm was paralyzed from an injury, he had neurological issues, and he was underweight due to prematurity. But God kept him and Holt helped him until we could bring him home and make him our son.
Today these amazing kiddos are ours, thanks to the grace of God and also thanks to Holt's Special Needs Adoption Fund. The SNAF helps pay a portion of the expense, so that families like us can bring home wonderful children like these two. The SNAF was such a blessing for our family.

We praise God for the health these two special kids enjoy today.

This link will take you to Holt's website where you see how to help

with the SNAF and other ways to help orphans this holiday season.

We will be forever thankful to the people who donated to the SNAF before we needed it~ we know personally what a difference that fund can make for families called to adopt children with special needs, and for the children who wait.