How Does a Man Redeem Himself...

when he has done it again. Dinner is ready, he was supposed to be home an hour ago, he's got half his commute still ahead of him and a wife about to chew him out over the phone (I would never do this, but I hear that some wives do)?

How does he? Well.....he could tell her to go get James Ussher's big fat ANNALS of THE WORLD book down from the shelf and open to page 716. Then when she replies with a saucy

"What, now?! Aren't you driving?!?!"

...he could patiently persist... until she finds something like this....

with a card like this inside...

with a very sincere apology and other sweet things written inside including that "this card is not to excuse" his "tardiness and absence" but just to know he is working on his "terrible vice" of being late. And he promises to make it up to her...

Then Signed, In Love and Repentance

oh heyll yes !

This should do the trick!

Too Impressed to be Mad

So a couple days ago my kid comes walking in with his homemade fishing pole and whistling... because I'm guessing he must be in his Huck Finn character, stops right in front of me and says:

"Hey, check me and my fishin pole out, Mom."

I immediately notice that his reel is actually one of our spinning hot tub jets that has apparently been removed from the hot tub and rigged to another one of his contraptions. And...what the heck? It really reels!
See really... I could be mad. (Maybe I should?) But I am really just too impressed. The kid has never been fishing except for briefly on our recent boat trip where he must've studied the beauty of the fishing pole. If you can see, he used the following materials:
1 sturdy piece of kindling

1 Target pants hanger

(no doubt with the actual pants somewhere upstairs lying on the floor)

1 Hot Tub Jet

(as is typical with this son of mine, the most maddening is also the most genius part)

1 piece of thread

1 safety pin to anchor thread to the tip of the pole

1 bead (I'm guessing for asthetics because he noted similar objects when inspecting a real pole)

1 weight (um...a nut from Daddy's tool drawer)

1 toy fish tied to the end

1 brother to play Tom Sawyer and sit and keep you company while you "fish"I guess you could say I'm just reely, reely too impressed to be mad. ;)





While I was publishing this...
The son I was not mad at, just came over to my desk, munching on an apple and out of the blue said:

"Mom? You should try to go on that one show on TV where those um, people...they run up big mountains and win prizes and thtuff."

I began to get this uneasy feeling while asking"Really? Which one is that?"

"You know... the one for....you know....not very thkinny people?"

(he's doing this really fake-polite, teeth clenched with raised eyebrows smile now and I can see little bits of apple in his teeth and spittle on his lips)

"Um, so do you mean The Biggest Loser?"


"Yeah!!! That one! With all the f.. people who need to be skinny! That way you could get...y'know...thkinny... and win usth a lotta money too."
Okay. Now I'm mad! Get out of here you little JERK! --Before I break that fishin pole over your thick SKULL!!!! (just kidding. I would never...break that fishing pole.)

You Can't End the Summer without a little TERROR at the FAIR!

We felt we hadn't had enough panic attacks to call the summer good.
We needed to find a good way to make the kids really look forward to the school year...
The kids and I couldn't help but giggle at each new expression of terror that came circling around. It looks sadder in the pictures than it actually was. It was pretty funny. Even she thinks so now.
Because after awhile, once she remembered her Daddy's arms were around her, she thought it wasn't so bad. She even waved!And raised both hands!!! Yey Essie!I flippin LOVE this picture.My two youngest kids have been a little out of control lately. I bet Brian (I should've bet him a large sum of money) that they wouldn't make it through the fair without a meltdown.Can you even believe this kid?
The meltdown came when Daddy wiped his hands clean (he had wanted to lick them clean)And little miss "Cheese"...Her meltdown came when Daddy tried to lick the drippy parts from the cone.
I love how ticked off she looks here. It was really a fun day. And I won the bet. :)

Treasure Maps

What could Silas have possibly done now that could evoke such a look from his Father? Well... he could design a really cool treasure hunt, hide the treasure in the van and then....
...scratch the actual map of the van...

into the side of the van!

(You'll see he even included the "X" marks the spot.)

He didn't do this maliciously at all. He designed this fun treasure hunt for all of us and assumed it would "wash off". Since it won't wash off, I guess I will be looking at it for many many years to come. Hopefully it will serve as another very good reminder, along with the huge hole cut into my couch, the huge bleach spot on the new carpet and all the various "artwork" showcased on the walls of our home, each serving as their own sort of treasure map if you will. The little treasure maps that keep pointing me towards the real "treasure".

As we strive to be good stewards with the material stuff God has entrusted us, there is this constant tension between stewarding and enjoying God's great blessings, while still keeping them all in an open hand and not allowing them to become the treasure of our hearts. All these temporary things we naturally strive to acquire and keep... nice homes and cars, clothes, money in the bank, strong healthy bodies, youthful attractive figures... Temporal. And more fleeting than we can imagine.

So it is actually kind of a blessing whenever I'm reminded that those are just temporal things that "moth and rust" can destroy, thieves can steal, and one very rascally kid will inevitably vandalize! The truth is that the real and eternally lasting treasures are the little vandals themselves... and in serving the great God who miraculously sends them my way.

...For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. ~Matt. 6:21

So where is your treasure?

Creepy!

I got a funny idea off my friend Christa's blog and had to post it. You should try this for a good laugh. You just google your first name and then "needs". I'm sitting here checking email on the PC waiting for my Mac to recharge so I can get back to recording and this gave me a good laugh. It's for REAL what I came up with...

Elizabeth "needs"...
1. Protection (hwwwaaaaaaa!!!!!!!)
2. A hero (I sure do. Thank God He gave me a superhero for my husband)
3. to stomp the Latin out. (Now this is my favorite and it's flippin hilarious since I have finally officially given up on the Greek and Latin that we aspired to for awhile in my homeschooling. Let's just say the word "stomp" nailed my feelings on it pretty well!)
4. Email support (That's why I signed on!)
5. a nuk (Um...no.)
6. to wear a second shoe (I actually did only have one slipper that I wore for several months. It was really pathetic and annoying.)
7. your prayers today (yeah. Come on people)
8. to heal (um...yes, but in a much funnier way than you might think.)
9. lovin (that's where Superhero comes in, baby...)
10. The Fashion Police (Oh Lord do I ever!!! Did my sisters RIG THIS ONE???)
11. advice (Yep!)
12. a new home (only when I have really bad PMS)
13. justice, dignity. (interesting)

Try it! It's funny!

Weekend Aquatic 2008

Our ever inspiring and dear friends TEAM TWEDT took us out on their boat for our third annual San Juan boat trip. As usual it was a total blast. Make sure your speakers are on because friends crazy enough to take seven kids (ten total), their gimpy father and their crazy redheaded mother out on their boat (and invite us back!) deserve nothing less than the Zissou soundtrack...

Leaving Anacortes at Sunrise - still in our jammies
Goodbye mundane
While steering... he scans the horizon for any spotted jaguar sharks...
Turtle has never been happier... or turtlier.
Sleepy heads still snuggling down beneath. Juliet has no idea what is right outside her window...

What the?!?!Breakfast underway always tastes better.Land HO!Our long awaited destination, always talked about, brimming with memories and treasures... little secluded-piece-of-paradise...

~Jones Island~

Juliet is waiting for her sea legs to change back into her land legs.

She was just a baby our last trip. We just sit here...And keep this handy dandy little babysitter device nearby...And they have total freedom...(Well, there's always zoom.)
My Happy Little Explorers...

Captain Tom is always up to something exciting! Always "tying strings".

A little Rain...

Never stopped us before!

~Pure, hot, Caffeinated Bliss~ I'm fairly certain that this is how coffee will look and smell and feel and taste in heaven.

Gimpy Daddy perked right up!BedheadStill haven't spotted that Jaguar Shark...Momma and The Littles go for a little hike up the island. Turtle thinks he runs so fast!
Not so much. (Juliet is walking, and gaining on him...)

Hannah LandTime to cast off and check out some other islands!Gemma takes the leap...

and had no idea how cold the ocean really was.

Tom and Becky, after all these years you still both inspire us. Thank you for loving us, and for being such an example of true hospitality. Your friendship, love and salsa have warmed more hearts than you'll probably ever know. Thank you! We love you!