I was reading through my blogs, (I never denied being egocentric) and I noticed a very disturbing pattern. The doggie bed my sister gave my dog....The table Studmuffin's aunt gave us....the girls Halloween costumes...the Desert Rose dishes from The Original Prairie Woman... I did not like what I was thinking. "Andi, you are a serious mooch! Go out and buy your own stuff!"
I'm not a mooch! I'm not! Seriously! Cheap, maybe, mooch......Nope!
I had a sudden flash of packing for college....Most of those possessions were thanks to my sister, Paula...the iron, the lamp, the clock, well it goes on and on. My cell phone is from my niece, because a neighbor girl ruined mine, and then the one my sister gave me broke (notice neither of these instances were my fault...that's my story and I'm stickin' to it!) My mind started to spin circles (more than usual for those of you who wonder), I began to sweat (again, more than my usual sweat...this is paranoid sweat) and I became a tad concerned.
That caused me to take a brief inventory of my humble abode.
My bedroom furniture is thanks to a gift from The Original Prairie Woman....
My end tables are from Studmuffin's growing up years....
I have a dining room table that was my great-great grandma's...
The furniture in the kids bedrooms were thanks to my mom...
The hutch in my dining area was refinished by Studmuffin, but originally came from my mother-in-law...
The decorations are just as bad....
Have I bought NOTHING for myself?
Have I?
Huh?
Tell me?
What about my....? Never mind, that was a gift....
Thinking,
Thinking,
Hey I know! I bought my....Nah, that was a present too.
Think, Think, Think
Oh, this is getting painful,
Hmmmmmmmm
Oh crud, this ain't working out so well in my favor....
Remember that show Spin City? (I had such a crush on Michael J Fox as a kid, until I realized that I was probably taller than him, and like the rest of the short guys I knew, he might call me "Andre the Giant." Yes, my childhood was painful, but somehow I survived.) I'm sure I can spin this to my favor....
Let's see....
Okay, so maybe I get lots of gifts from people. Maybe it's not because I'm a mooch, but maybe it's because they all love me and want to bless me! I'm pretty darn lovable after all. Hey, who am I to rob someone of their blessing by helping me? (Thanks Paula for that little saying. I've been waiting for an opportunity to use that example...What do you mean you didn't mean it that way?)
Maybe I really am cheap...cheaper than I realized... That is a scary thought, dear reader, because I already thought I was pretty darn cheap.
Wait! I'm not cheap! I'm not a mooch! I'm eco-friendly! I don't waste a single item! It's called recycling! Not CHEAP, not a MOOCH, it's called RECYCLING!!!
Hey! Whoddathunkit? I'm green! Yeah me!
P.S. Aren't my posts boring without the benefit of photos? Maybe someone will give me a camera since SOMEONE washed mine! Again, I claim little to no responsibility for the aforementioned broken items.... So, as I was saying, if you'd like to bless me with a free camera, I'll bless you by allowing you to bless me. Hey, I'm just generous that way. Yep, that's me...I'm a giver!
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Rainy Morning
Don't you love rain? I mean, of course, when you don't have to be out in it. Rain is wonderful.
Let's set up the scene, shall we? Lets.
The kids are off to school after being home for 4 days due to last week's illness. (picture me doing cartwheels of joy to get my day going.)
The dog is curled up on her bed by the fireplace. (Thanks to my sister Dawn (click to learn more) for buying my doggie a bed-what a great aunt!)
I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop on my newly refinished coffee table, and I'm reading blogs.
Okay, here's a side trip, (my blogs would not be complete without at least one, or maybe a dozen) but I got this great old children's school desk from Studmuffin's aunt. I sanded it lightly (this means not to Studmuffin's standards, but I wanted a rough look) and put a light cherry stain on it. It has scratches galore, and crayon marks inside the cubbies (which I didn't bother to sand or anything, just wiped out the cobwebs) and it has the teacher's name written in black marker on the bottom. Thank you Mrs. Martinson from Rm 5-whoever you are, and wherever you were from. I love my new coffee table. Studmuffin continues to point out that it's actually 4 inches too high for a coffee table height. He is such a rule follower! Don't get me wrong...I like rules! Rules are IMPORTANT! Unless, of course, I don't like the rules, and then the rules are just SILLY! The coffee table height rule, in this case, is silly.
Okay, where were we?....Oh yes, setting the scene...
I am drinking Earl Grey tea from my lime green Fiesta Ware tea cup on a salmon Fiesta saucer. I love Fiesta. I have 16 complete place settings, and 2 more incomplete. I also have 8 place settings of Desert Rose stoneware that The Original Prairie Woman, aka my Grandma Irene gave each of her grandaughters a few years ago-thank you Grandma Irene! Hey, would anyone like to have dinner at my place? I've got the dishes if you've got the food!
Back to the scene (again): There is a beautiful candle burning, vanilla hazelnut-yum.
I have absolutely nothing to do, but sit here, type on my blog, and get sucked into other bloggers worlds. *sigh* This is the life.
I think I'll turn on some classical music and complete the scene...excuse me please, I'll be right back....
Oh!
Oh no!
Huge mistake!
Huge!
Giant!
Gargantuous!
Cataclysmic!
The Agony!
The Pain!
I should never have lifted my face from the computer screen. When I went to put in the CD I made the mistake of letting my eyes wander... Don't ever do this Reader if you prefer to live in fantasy land, as I do. I was sadly reminded of all the things I must do today. There is a mountain of laundry to be done (why must my kids go through 2 outfits minimum a day, and manage to get food on both outfits, therefore doubling that days laundry?) The dishwasher needs emptied, then reloaded with breakfast dishes. I hate dishes, they never go away.
We're out of food...
No, seriously, we're out of food. My kids had to eat cereal for breakfast. They like a hot breakfast, that must include peanut butter and some form of syrup. I am out of both. They were not happy with me.
The floors need swept, and mopped for that matter, but I REFUSE to do that on a rainy day...it'll just get messed up again at 3o'clock!
I need to plan my menu for the next 2 weeks before I go to the store so I don't have to return. Of course, the every 2 week shopping trip is the reason we run completely out of food. I only buy what I need for the 2 weeks. It works great economically, not so great for sudden munchy or craving attacks...I have lots of those, and so does Studmuffin. Why do men get up and eat at 2o'clock in the morning? This is a mystery to me. How can he go back to sleep after eating a bowl of ice cream? Or a bowl of cereal? Or a can of pineapple? Of course, he hasn't done any of those for several days, because, as I said, we're out of food, and snack food is the first to disappear.
I need to go to the bank. I need to work on our budget. Did you know budget is an acronym for depressing? Look it up, it's there, I promise...Okay, so it's not there, but darn it, it should be!
Well, now that my fantasy bubble is completely popped, I must get to work Dear Reader...
In just a few minutes...I think I need to check out Pioneer Woman, or maybe the Country Doctor's Wife, or maybe I should see what's happening in the REAL world. Of course, the blogger world is way more fun.... Maybe I'll .....
Hmmmmm....................
Ummmmmm.........................
Let's see..........
Oh. Forget. It. The moment is ruined! Ruined I tell you! I must return to the real world! Wish me luck, and don't worry, I'll be back to my fantasy world as soon as my real world lets me! just as soon as I peak into a few blogs, just a few, I promise...
Ephesians 6:7
Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not men.
Colossians 3:23-24
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.
Let's set up the scene, shall we? Lets.
The kids are off to school after being home for 4 days due to last week's illness. (picture me doing cartwheels of joy to get my day going.)
The dog is curled up on her bed by the fireplace. (Thanks to my sister Dawn (click to learn more) for buying my doggie a bed-what a great aunt!)
I'm sitting on the couch with my laptop on my newly refinished coffee table, and I'm reading blogs.
Okay, here's a side trip, (my blogs would not be complete without at least one, or maybe a dozen) but I got this great old children's school desk from Studmuffin's aunt. I sanded it lightly (this means not to Studmuffin's standards, but I wanted a rough look) and put a light cherry stain on it. It has scratches galore, and crayon marks inside the cubbies (which I didn't bother to sand or anything, just wiped out the cobwebs) and it has the teacher's name written in black marker on the bottom. Thank you Mrs. Martinson from Rm 5-whoever you are, and wherever you were from. I love my new coffee table. Studmuffin continues to point out that it's actually 4 inches too high for a coffee table height. He is such a rule follower! Don't get me wrong...I like rules! Rules are IMPORTANT! Unless, of course, I don't like the rules, and then the rules are just SILLY! The coffee table height rule, in this case, is silly.
Okay, where were we?....Oh yes, setting the scene...
I am drinking Earl Grey tea from my lime green Fiesta Ware tea cup on a salmon Fiesta saucer. I love Fiesta. I have 16 complete place settings, and 2 more incomplete. I also have 8 place settings of Desert Rose stoneware that The Original Prairie Woman, aka my Grandma Irene gave each of her grandaughters a few years ago-thank you Grandma Irene! Hey, would anyone like to have dinner at my place? I've got the dishes if you've got the food!
Back to the scene (again): There is a beautiful candle burning, vanilla hazelnut-yum.
I have absolutely nothing to do, but sit here, type on my blog, and get sucked into other bloggers worlds. *sigh* This is the life.
I think I'll turn on some classical music and complete the scene...excuse me please, I'll be right back....
Oh!
Oh no!
Huge mistake!
Huge!
Giant!
Gargantuous!
Cataclysmic!
The Agony!
The Pain!
I should never have lifted my face from the computer screen. When I went to put in the CD I made the mistake of letting my eyes wander... Don't ever do this Reader if you prefer to live in fantasy land, as I do. I was sadly reminded of all the things I must do today. There is a mountain of laundry to be done (why must my kids go through 2 outfits minimum a day, and manage to get food on both outfits, therefore doubling that days laundry?) The dishwasher needs emptied, then reloaded with breakfast dishes. I hate dishes, they never go away.
We're out of food...
No, seriously, we're out of food. My kids had to eat cereal for breakfast. They like a hot breakfast, that must include peanut butter and some form of syrup. I am out of both. They were not happy with me.
The floors need swept, and mopped for that matter, but I REFUSE to do that on a rainy day...it'll just get messed up again at 3o'clock!
I need to plan my menu for the next 2 weeks before I go to the store so I don't have to return. Of course, the every 2 week shopping trip is the reason we run completely out of food. I only buy what I need for the 2 weeks. It works great economically, not so great for sudden munchy or craving attacks...I have lots of those, and so does Studmuffin. Why do men get up and eat at 2o'clock in the morning? This is a mystery to me. How can he go back to sleep after eating a bowl of ice cream? Or a bowl of cereal? Or a can of pineapple? Of course, he hasn't done any of those for several days, because, as I said, we're out of food, and snack food is the first to disappear.
I need to go to the bank. I need to work on our budget. Did you know budget is an acronym for depressing? Look it up, it's there, I promise...Okay, so it's not there, but darn it, it should be!
Well, now that my fantasy bubble is completely popped, I must get to work Dear Reader...
In just a few minutes...I think I need to check out Pioneer Woman, or maybe the Country Doctor's Wife, or maybe I should see what's happening in the REAL world. Of course, the blogger world is way more fun.... Maybe I'll .....
Hmmmmm....................
Ummmmmm.........................
Let's see..........
Oh. Forget. It. The moment is ruined! Ruined I tell you! I must return to the real world! Wish me luck, and don't worry, I'll be back to my fantasy world as soon as my real world lets me! just as soon as I peak into a few blogs, just a few, I promise...
Ephesians 6:7
Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not men.
Colossians 3:23-24
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.
Friday, November 7, 2008
I'm not fat
At least that's what Popcorn says.
It all started about 2 months ago. That stupid Nutri-System commercial came on. You know the one...it has the woman who works in Hollywood, and she had ballooned up to, like, a size 10 *gasp*. Then, she found Nutri-System, and lost weight. Now, she's a disgusting size, like 4 or something. Those details are foggy in my memory.
What's not foggy is her outfit....zippered shirt, unzipped to down there, tight jeans...sandy blond hair, perfectly tousled with artfully arranged highlights to give the California sun-kissed look...I'm getting nauseous thinking about it... Let's move on, shall we?
Popcorn pipes up "Mommy, you need to do that, so you can look like her!"
Imagine my look of horror. Steam starts rolling out my ears...My eyes are glowing red (or was it green?)
Studmuffin quickly steps in to save the day. "Ummm, honey, even Daddy doesn't go there."
Popcorn: I'm not talking about you, Daddy, I mean MOMMY!
It's about this point that she actually makes eye contact with me. Nobody ever said Popcorn was slow to catch on. "At least, I think you should...I don't know that's just what I think.... I think."
When you hear this conversation in your head, remember my little ones lived in TX long enough to get the accent down. Think is actually tha-ink. Try it in your imagination, it helps, I promise. Much more impact.
But back to the point. You know me, I didn't say a word. Not a word. I composed myself, smiled at her, and faked a brittle laugh. I tried to be okay with it, really I did.
I blew it off...
I did...The whole thing never crossed my mind again....
Why don't you believe me? What is wrong with you people?! I moved on...
Of course that little kernel of information has been sitting in my subconscious for these past months. She redeemed herself yesterday. We were lying on the floor, rolling around.
Popcorn: Hey Mom, you're flat here!
Me: What do you mean?
Popcorn: Here. (Oh, Dear Reader she rubbed my STOMACH!..be still my heart)
Yep, she redeemed herself. I have a flat stomach. (Dear Reader, what we are not focusing on here is the fact that I was lying flat on my back, with gravity to help me out.) My 6 year old said so, and 6 year olds don't lie...well sometimes they don't lie...at least, I'm sure she wasn't lying this time...I think. ....
*sigh* Excuse me while I go do some Pilates....
It all started about 2 months ago. That stupid Nutri-System commercial came on. You know the one...it has the woman who works in Hollywood, and she had ballooned up to, like, a size 10 *gasp*. Then, she found Nutri-System, and lost weight. Now, she's a disgusting size, like 4 or something. Those details are foggy in my memory.
What's not foggy is her outfit....zippered shirt, unzipped to down there, tight jeans...sandy blond hair, perfectly tousled with artfully arranged highlights to give the California sun-kissed look...I'm getting nauseous thinking about it... Let's move on, shall we?
Popcorn pipes up "Mommy, you need to do that, so you can look like her!"
Imagine my look of horror. Steam starts rolling out my ears...My eyes are glowing red (or was it green?)
Studmuffin quickly steps in to save the day. "Ummm, honey, even Daddy doesn't go there."
Popcorn: I'm not talking about you, Daddy, I mean MOMMY!
It's about this point that she actually makes eye contact with me. Nobody ever said Popcorn was slow to catch on. "At least, I think you should...I don't know that's just what I think.... I think."
When you hear this conversation in your head, remember my little ones lived in TX long enough to get the accent down. Think is actually tha-ink. Try it in your imagination, it helps, I promise. Much more impact.
But back to the point. You know me, I didn't say a word. Not a word. I composed myself, smiled at her, and faked a brittle laugh. I tried to be okay with it, really I did.
I blew it off...
I did...The whole thing never crossed my mind again....
Why don't you believe me? What is wrong with you people?! I moved on...
Of course that little kernel of information has been sitting in my subconscious for these past months. She redeemed herself yesterday. We were lying on the floor, rolling around.
Popcorn: Hey Mom, you're flat here!
Me: What do you mean?
Popcorn: Here. (Oh, Dear Reader she rubbed my STOMACH!..be still my heart)
Yep, she redeemed herself. I have a flat stomach. (Dear Reader, what we are not focusing on here is the fact that I was lying flat on my back, with gravity to help me out.) My 6 year old said so, and 6 year olds don't lie...well sometimes they don't lie...at least, I'm sure she wasn't lying this time...I think. ....
*sigh* Excuse me while I go do some Pilates....
This is the LIFE!
Yesterday we took a day off from life. Today we're taking another. It all started Wednesday evening. Popcorn had a fever. This resulted in her staying home from school yesterday, and me calling in to work. 
I hate calling in. As a nurse, you know how tough it is to get everything done when someone is gone. Well, at about noon I got a call from the school. It seems poor Bookworm puked in the cafeteria. I went and picked her up, of course. I was a little annoyed with the school nurse. It seems she'd already been to her before that day for a headache so bad she couldn't concentrate on her work. Nurse Ratchet phoned me and said "She said she had a headache, and now she says she threw up." Mommy rushed to the rescue. I arrived, she's sitting in a chair, white as a sheet, and tells me "Don't touch my jacket, it's wet." Thanks for the warning. Ick.
Compassionate Nurse Ratchet says "Well, what do you think?"What do I think? I think she's sick....Nurse Ratchet seemed in some doubt about that. Poor Bookworm is crying at this point. Begging me to leave "right now." We left, with Nurse Ratchet continuing to ask me if I thought she was sick. I felt my hackles rise...I felt my protective Mama Bear persona take over....
Mama Bear: "Bookworm did you throw up?"
Bookworm: Yes, in the cafeteria *sob*
Mama Bear: It seems she's sick. And, since she's crying, I better go.
Don't mess with my babies. I'm the only one who's allowed to question their illness and if it's legit. (We won't mention that she had reported a headache to me, our local Nurse Ratchet, who noted she had eaten every last bite of breakfast, asked for seconds, and so was sent to school.)
Anyway, we took a day off to enjoy illness. We watched Scooby Doo, Hannah Montan
a, Suite Life of Zach and Cody, Phineas & Ferb,etc. etc. etc. I did nothing but disinfect frequently, and lay on the couch with them and veg out. I even worked in a nap.Today, I kept them home again. Neither of them ate supper last night, they went to bed early, and got up late this morning. I'm having some guilt about that now. They are running around like maniacs. They are doing karate kicks. Can I get in trouble if my kids are caught riding their scooters in the neighborhood during school hours?
I'm disinfecting. Washing all bedding. I've disinfected every surface I thought necessary, and some probably unnecessary...I've scrubbed toilets and tubs. Now, we're back to lounging and watching kid shows. I enjoy kids shows...We won't get into what that says about my maturity level. I'm sure it's a reflection of my childlike innocence and joy of life.
Maybe we'll go shopping in a few hours when the laundry is done. Gasp! Did I just admit that? Oh well, I've already contributed to juvenile delinquency today, why not go the whole way. Popcorn has $9 burning a whole in her pocket, and Bookworm needs church shoes. I'm guessing sandals won't work now that it's November. They're begging me to leave right now. Obviously they're gravely ill, and needed a day of recuperation.
Hey, we might as well make this wasted day useful. I'd hate to blow a whole day playing hookie just sitting at my house, fearing being reported to the cops by the neighbors. Better to take them out in public... Who's to say I don't home school? I don't, but I'm a BIG believer in mental health days. My mental health ain't so good right now. The sicklings are nagging me...They're bored...I never let them watch tv, and after an entire day of that, they're bored, and now they want to go outside and swing, and enjoy the beautiful fall day.
Okay, the guilt is starting to weigh me down. I'm starting to get irritable with the sicklings, and that isn't good for their mental health. I'm sure it will be better if we shop. Then Popcorn can whine because we're not doing what she wants, then her legs will be tired, and she'll drag behind
and be generally exasperating, hoping we'll go to a toy store to blow her $9.
Bookworm will complain because her feet are so skinny that the only shoes that will fit her feet are NOT the shoes she wants. They won't be trendy little ballet slippers, or canvas shoes like they wear in HS Musical...
On second thought....maybe we'll stay home.
Psalm 136:1-10
Give thanks to the LORD , for he is good.
His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the God of gods.
His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord of lords:
His love endures forever.
to him who alone does great wonders,
His love endures forever.
who by his understanding made the heavens,
His love endures forever.
who spread out the earth upon the waters, His love endures forever.
who made the great lights-
His love endures forever.
the sun to govern the day,
His love endures forever.
the moon and stars to govern the night,
His love endures forever.
Give thanks to the Lord who gave me 2 precious girls to enjoy
His love endures forever.
who gave me a husband who loves me and wants to please me,
His love endures forever.
the One who listens to my complaining and still loves me,
His love endures forever.
to him who loves me and has forgiven me
His love endures forever.
I praise the only I Am, the Lord of all creation, who loves me, who has taken away all of my blame, so that I may be pure and holy, without fault.
His love endures forever.
He has control in all situations, and He works all things to the good of His purpose
HIS LOVE ENDURES FOREVER!!
Amen
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Okay, I'll tell you my secret...
I have a scar in my belly button. No, I didn't have laparascopic surgery. No, I didn't have liposuction...I wish. Mine is way more romantic than either of those.
Many years ago, way back in 1998, there was a young married couple. They were deeply in love. Studmuffin decided to prove his love on a romantic camping trip to Turner Falls, OK. After a day of hiking Studmuffin decided to build a camp fire for his lady love. Oh, it was going to be a beautiful fall night. He had even complied with state regulations and brought his own wood that he had bought at his local Albertson's. No chopping down the local forest for this romeo. Nope... he followed the rules.
Hey, did you know that the wood you buy at your local Albertson's is sometimes green? Yes, it's very hard to light. But Studmuffin persevered, and after dousing the green wood in approximately 2 cans of lighter fluid he triumphed. His lady love was chilly, and he wanted some romance...and he was pretty darn sure that wouldn't happen if she was cold. His lady love hated to be cold.
Well, after getting the fire started, things started progressing quite nicely for Studmuffin. Ooolala, the romantic fires were burning...did I say burning? What is that burning sensation? Lady Love let out a screech of pain, and scared poor Studmuffin to death! What did he do? Was there a fire breathing dragon that needed to be slain? Yes! But not in the expected manner! You see, the aforementioned green wood had popped... and popped a burning ember, out of the fire, and as Studmuffin's luck would have it, right into his lady love's belly button. She tried to flick away the burning sensation. Unfortunately, that only pushed it further in. She began to screech and thrash...Dear Reader, it was NOT romantic. She had to resort to grabbing the glowing ember, and plucking it out! Now she had burned fingers too!
The story, sadly, gets worse. Lady Love was not yet a nurse, she was a student nurse, and unprepared for the risks of adventurous living. She had no burn cream, no antiseptic, no pain reliever...nada. And let me tell you, she was in pain.
Oh, she tried to be strong. She tried to ignore the pain, but alas, she was weak. She had to be taken to the first aid station.
Did you know they want to SEE your burn when you show up in the middle of the night asking for pain reliever and antibiotic ointment? Aack! Lady Love was so humiliated. The park ranger wanted to know HOW she managed to burn her belly button. "None of your beeswax, bucko! Now just give me some ibuprofen and neosporin!" Of course, she was more gentle than this (she was humiliated after all, and wanted to get in and out by bringing as little attention to herself as possible.)
Well, Lady Love and Studmuffin got their supplies and returned to camp, but the romantic atmosphere was no more. They enjoyed the remainder of their trip (minus the flames of love.) But... was it their imagination or did the park staff all chuckle when they happened by them on their hikes? Alas, the paranoia became more than Lady Love could bear...They packed up and returned to their safe little apartment in Arlington, TX. The end.
Wardrobe Drama and Birdbrains
Popcorn has always had her own unique style. When she was 3 and 4 she always wore monochromatic clothes. Her very favorite outfit was a purple shirt, with purple shorts, and purple socks. Then, at about age 5, her personal style changed to polychromatic. This translated means, "if it doesn't match, it will be my favorite outfit, and I will wear it as soon as my mommy washes it again." So, she frequently wore her purple shorts with her blue LV Bears shirt, and pink socks...or on a REALLY special day, the socks would be mismatched. Sadly, I am spineless when it comes to wardrobe. If it covers all of the necessary parts, doesn't need ironed and is clean, I'm okay with it. I did make the effort to point out it didn't match, to which she replied "I know. I don't care." I then decided why should I care, and sent her on her merry way.
To those of you who are wondering, yes I received comments from well-meaning friends, and even strangers. What they, and you, may not understand is the strength of Popcorn's will. I like to pride myself on my own strong will, but when we clash....Well, let's say it just ain't pretty.
So, I've decided that I refuse to battle about clothes. Yes, I've had some moments of pause regarding this. If I can't make her wear what I want at 6, what will happen when she's 13? We'll face that road when we get there.
Well, this morning she wanted to wear shorts. It's November. Yes, in South Texas I would have allowed it, but this is Oklahoma. The wind is blowing. Well, she agreed surprisingly easily to not wear the bright blue shorts with her pink camo shirt. She came strolling in the living room in a pair of........leggings. Tight leggings. Tight leggins with a pink camo shirt that she's had for 2 years, and it barely skims her waste. Did I mention the leggings are fitted? Yes, she's 6. Yes, she's tall and slim. I initially agreed. After all, she's 6. But then...I had visions...visions of my 13 year old curvy child strolling out in the same outfit. Would I crumble then? No. You would be proud of me, dear reader. I stood firm. Today, that is. She changed again. (Hey, I need to save this date. I actually accomplished TWO wardrobe changes out of Popcorn in one morning! With very little argument!)
She reappeared. In a pair of brown palazzo pants. That she wore in preschool. She's now in 1st grade. They used to come to her ankles. Now they are wide legged shorts that come to just above her knees. Were they really shorts? No. Were they leggings? No. Was she decently covered? Yes. I didn't say a word. We headed out the door for another day in the life.
So, what do you think? Are leggings by themselves okay on a 6 year old? I know most of you will tell me to have her put a skirt on over it. This won't fly with Her Fashioness... so try again. Let me know. I'm interested to hear about your kids wardrobe drama. And if you have none, make it up...I don't want to feel all alone here! Thank you for your tolerance.
Oh, and a post note courtesy of Bookworm... "Did you know that barn swallows are very useful birds? They eat junebugs, flies, and wasps." How handy...I pointed out that they also poop all over my porch when they build a nest there. "Well, that's not very useful!" Oh, Bookworm, you make me laugh.
Isaiah 61:10
I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with jewels.
To those of you who are wondering, yes I received comments from well-meaning friends, and even strangers. What they, and you, may not understand is the strength of Popcorn's will. I like to pride myself on my own strong will, but when we clash....Well, let's say it just ain't pretty.
So, I've decided that I refuse to battle about clothes. Yes, I've had some moments of pause regarding this. If I can't make her wear what I want at 6, what will happen when she's 13? We'll face that road when we get there.
Well, this morning she wanted to wear shorts. It's November. Yes, in South Texas I would have allowed it, but this is Oklahoma. The wind is blowing. Well, she agreed surprisingly easily to not wear the bright blue shorts with her pink camo shirt. She came strolling in the living room in a pair of........leggings. Tight leggings. Tight leggins with a pink camo shirt that she's had for 2 years, and it barely skims her waste. Did I mention the leggings are fitted? Yes, she's 6. Yes, she's tall and slim. I initially agreed. After all, she's 6. But then...I had visions...visions of my 13 year old curvy child strolling out in the same outfit. Would I crumble then? No. You would be proud of me, dear reader. I stood firm. Today, that is. She changed again. (Hey, I need to save this date. I actually accomplished TWO wardrobe changes out of Popcorn in one morning! With very little argument!)
She reappeared. In a pair of brown palazzo pants. That she wore in preschool. She's now in 1st grade. They used to come to her ankles. Now they are wide legged shorts that come to just above her knees. Were they really shorts? No. Were they leggings? No. Was she decently covered? Yes. I didn't say a word. We headed out the door for another day in the life.
So, what do you think? Are leggings by themselves okay on a 6 year old? I know most of you will tell me to have her put a skirt on over it. This won't fly with Her Fashioness... so try again. Let me know. I'm interested to hear about your kids wardrobe drama. And if you have none, make it up...I don't want to feel all alone here! Thank you for your tolerance.
Oh, and a post note courtesy of Bookworm... "Did you know that barn swallows are very useful birds? They eat junebugs, flies, and wasps." How handy...I pointed out that they also poop all over my porch when they build a nest there. "Well, that's not very useful!" Oh, Bookworm, you make me laugh.
Isaiah 61:10
I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with jewels.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Belated Halloween Post
Don'tcha just love Halloween?
The mad dash to figure out which costume to wear...the caramel apples, the popcorn balls, the candy...
The girls had a wonderful day o' fun. Their school let them wear costumes to school...We weren't allowed to when I was growing up. Too disruptive.
Popcorn was a cheerleader for her party at school. Of course, we have so many costumes to choose from, that she was Tinkerbell for trick or treating. Oh, and the orange stripes in her hair? You see, her costume was just a little too tame for her, and this is how we mixed it up a little. Doesn't every good cheerleader have orange stripes in their hair? Hey, did you know that Tinkerbell can run amazingly well in a pair of flip-flops?
Now, Bookworm was pretty darn creative with her costume. She wanted me to buy her a pirate costume. Aaah, dear reader, I have a confession to make. It's simple really. I'm cheap. There. I've said it. Why buy costumes when we really have a giant plastic storage bi
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n full of costumes that have never been worn? Contributed to our little family by the people who know and love me and take pity on my poor children, wanting them to have a wide range of costumes to choose from (you see, they understand that I'm cheap.) Thank heavens for family to take pity on my little ones. Well, Bookworm was not satisfied with any of the costumes to choose from. She wanted to be a pirate. Hey, I'm not completely unrelenting. I spent a whole dollar on an eye patch and a hoop earring. She has brown boots, an oversize shirt, and a belt to cinch it up. Slap a pair of leggings on and I figure that's a pretty good costume. Well, apparently not for her. She decided on her own to be Kim Possible. For those of you who don't have young girls, this is an action hero for girls. She is "your basic average girl, and she's here to save the world." She also happens to be a cheerleader at her school. Well, Bookworm created her costume out of school clothes, the trusty orange hair spray, and of course, a walkie-talkie to be the Kimmunicator. I thought the outfit was genius, but apparently a few of the people asked her if she was dressed as a school girl when we were trick or treating. Oh well, I guess not everyone can recognize genius when they see it.Now for your reading pleasure, a dialogue of Halloween night.
Bookworm: Popcorn! Slow down! You're supposed to wait for everyone else! (We were trick or treating with another family.)
Popcorn: (no response, she's too busy running flat out to the next house)
Bookworm: Popcorn! There's a car coming! You're supposed to be with us! You're supposed to hold a hand! And where are our flashlights? This is not safe trick or treating.
Popcorn: (still no response to her sister, she has, thankfully said trick or treat and thank you to the lovely people sharing their plethora of candy with her)
Bookworm: Are we all together? Good.....Popcorn? What are you doing eating that candy? That is not safe! We are not supposed to eat any of the candy until our parents have inspected it!
Popcorn: still no comment. After all, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full!
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