HAVE YOU EVER FELT LIKE YOU'VE KNOWN SOMEONE FOREVER?

because that's what it felt like. all weekend long.

 

 

those flw people, i tell you what. they are like family to dave. and now, they are like family to all of us.

 

 

 

 

my kids absolutely loved everyone that we met. kim and elmo especially.

 

 

 

it was a wonderful weekend. i came home feeling so happy. my kids were wonderfully miraculously well-behaved, although hallie never once shut up (charlie! you bit me - that really hurt!) and henry was oh-so loud.

 

 

 

but those are my kids. and kim, elmo, spanky and the gang loved them even more because of their craziness.

 

it was a really, really awesome weekend.

REMEMBER THAT TIME I CRIED OVER CARPET?

well, i got home and i love it.

 

say whaaaa?!

 

yeah.

 

i ran downstairs to see the finished product and almost cried HAPPY tears. it looks so nice! it looks a lot lighter and you can see a hint of gray and it just looks...perfect. maybe it was the fact that you can see the trim now? who knows.

 

but, praise god.

 

seriously, praise him. do it. because he pours out his blessings on even the most trivial, ridiculous things. like carpet.

 

the kids ran from one end of the basement to the other, just having a blast in the wide open space. hallie did cartwheels and forward rolls and henry just ran around in circles. we didn't want to come upstairs, it was so fun.

 

 

 

awesome.

DON'T CRY OVER CARPET. SERIOUSLY. (BUT DON'T FEEL BAD IF YOU DO)

so, we are still working to fnish our basement.

 

we are soooo close.  i just wanted the flooring to be done. when the floorings done, we can use it. i don't care about the decorating or furnishings yet - we can make due with what we have as long as the flooring is done.

 

so after much, much debate, i ordered carpet.much, much debate. i ordered a light grey/beige color that was inexpensive and looked pretty basic. no biggie, not much thought otherwise. the basement is over 1,000 usable square feet, so i couldn't do anything super amazing or awesome. and that's fine. it's a basement. who really cares?

 

i certainly didn't. right up until they started installation yesterday.

 

AND IT IS POOP BROWN.

 

there isn't a single hue of gray, it's a dark brown. it looks like the carpet i grew up with in the 1990s. it certainly does matches the sample i used to make sure it wouldn't be too dark....but unfortunately when you spread it over the entire room it apparently turns poop brown.

 

so i stewed (and prayed) over it last night and woke up just totally bummed out about it. i called to see if there was anything that could be done and sure...if i wanted to spend a bunch of money, something could be done.

 

so i stewed on that a bit more and cried (ridiculous, i know - but it's a lot of money no matter which way you dice it )....got some advice from my usual source (barb) and then turned to my friend (traci) and asked her to talk me off the ledge. i honestly figured she would tell me to buck up and spend the money now, etc.

 

 

 

instead, her words:

 

"It's a basement.  Lesson learned but again...it's a basement!  No worries.  People don't stare at carpet.  Just accent with colors that don't make it look so "poopy"  :)  You will be fine and even more fine when someone spills on it...b/c you won't care....Life's short right?  It all happens how it should, so don't let this little thing bog you down."

 

and with that...i felt better.

 

because she's right.

 

life is too, too short. big deal. i can handle this.

 

i can consider it a challege to decorate on poop brown.

 

sigh. poop. brown.

 

the end.

COOKIE MONSTER.

we call henry the cookie monster. at least, irma and i do. it's his best word. he is speaking more and his vocabulary is expanding, but cookie is his #1 word at this point.

 

he says it like this, "c-c-c-COOKIE?!" with the added empahsis. like he can't say it any more excitedly.

 

(see the cookie above? also, please note that this box has nothing in it. it housed his train table until we put it together - a month ago. but hen loves to go in and perch on his box and look out the window. so i can't bear to trash it.)

 

anyway.

 

he LOVES cookies. lucille freezes that vanilla sandwich cookies and gives him one as soon as he walks in the door. it got to the point where he would say, "c-c-c-COOKIE?!" as soon as he saw her. maybe he thinks that is his name?

 

(sharing his cookie with zoey. he's so generous)

 

irma says that as soon as she walks in to get him up from nap, he's saying, "c-c-c-COOKIE?!"

 

oh that henry. luckily, he needs some fattening up, so he gets as many cookies as he wants! which means i have little crumbs all through my house. and he usually has cookie slobber on some part of his face and clothing.

 

but that's  okay. he can have as many c-c-c-COOKIES?! as he wants.

 

 

GOD'S PROMISE.

 

 

with hallie, you never know what is sinking in. it appears that she doesn't hear us or listen to us roughly half of the time. actually, probably more than that. it drives me nuts.

 

or i'll tell her to do something (brush her teeth, for example) and she'll run off to do it...and then find about thirty things to mess with between me and the bathroom. grrr.

 

but then there are the times thath she pulls random facts out of her butt from YEARS ago that she remembers. it's remarkable.

 

anway. i do have a point.

 

this morning there was a rainbow when we got out of the car in the school parking lot. i pointed it out as we were walking in and she was SO EXCITED.

 

mom! mom! that's god's promise!!!!!!!!! god showed noah a rainbow and said that was his promise that he will never flood the earth again!

 

so, lori, she was listening yesterday in sunday school. which is way cool.

 

***

 

on another note, i found out today that a local homeless/scamp man named whirly (whoorley?) died. he was only 55 years old. dave knew him from high school - he used to hang out under the triopia sign where the boys would meet for rides and such.

 

he rode his bike everywhere. i would see him in arenzville outside of our church. he would hang out at llcc in jacksonville and ask for change. he hung out at the corner of walnut and main street and i would see him so many mornings.

 

i wasn't always nice. he annoyed me. he sometimes harrassed our students and that wasn't cool. but it was obvious he had mental issues and was obviously homeless.

 

i had asked him only once to come to church. it was either a cold or hot day and he was sitting outside of our church. i either asked him to come and and warm up or cool down. i can't remember (hallie probably does!).

 

i forget that jesus wants us to care for even the least of these. it's a good lesson. sometimes the ones that make us want to turn our heads are the ones that needs jesus the most.

SPIC AND SPAN.

no horseback riding pictures today! the lesson had to be re-scheduled for today due to some serious rain/thunder/lightning last night. our cowgirl was devastated. fits were thrown. man, she really loves these lessons. this is the one extra curricular activity that she actually loooooves.

 

anyway, she gets to do it tonight and gets to ride hank, not magic this time. this is very exciting because this is sarah's horse! magic will have already had a lesson and they only let their horses do one lesson a day to keep them healthy and fresh. love that.

 

***

 

so on the way to school this morning, hallie was looking super serious and sort of sad. i asked her what she was thinking about and she asked if she would ever, ever get to met jesus. i told her that we would meet jesus in heaven for sure.

 

but she then asked - but will he ever be in "our world?" i want him to come to our house.

 

which made me laugh, but it also opened the door to a conversation about the fact that jesus said he will come back down from heaven and that we'd better be living the way jesus would want us to when that time comes.

 

i'm sure i turned into a big ole nag at that point, but i tried to drive home the importance of being a good example, being a good friend to everyone, being kiiiiiind. welcoming. loving.

 

i'm sure i went on and on and on (teaching moment!), because she finally interrupted and said, "mom, if jesus comes to our house, we'd better make sure it's spic and span!"

 

um, yes. that would be good. i'd better get on that :)

 

happy thursday! my favorite days are thursdays. my least favorite are tuesdays. yuck. tuesdays are lame.

 

mondays = a fresh start to the week! yippee!

tuesdays = settled in, whole week ahead. lame.

wednesdays = are randomly productive, happy days.

thursday = almost fridays - super productive - happy, happy!

fridays = hooray!

and the weekends = always awesome.

 

and now you know.

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!

this is hallie's favorite day! wednesdays are her horseback riding days. she gets to ride magic and live out her fantasy of one day becoming a real cowgirl on a ranch in wyoming.

 

i will post pictures tomorrow, because it is really cute to see. she is getting really good! she knows how to saddle him (mostly, and with help) and can walk, trot and weave magic around cones. she has zero fear, which i think is amazing. i think she is amazing!

 

and i think her bedhead is amazing. yowzers.

 

 

and here's some jesus for you today:

 

i know i will sit and complain and moan about my crappy somethings...but have i prayed about it? usually the answer is no. and usually prayer helps tremendously. even the act of praying is straight up comforting.

 

try it.

 

seriously. do you have a situation that just makes you sick to think about? just try saying a simple prayer asking for god's guidance and comfort. and see where it takes you.

 

or even if you have something silly and small - try it. you will be amazed at the power of prayer.

 

happy wednesday!  

MY KIDS ARE AWESOME. AND WEIRD.

 

henry prefers to eat food off of the floor.

 

and uses his middle finger for everything. everything.

 

he loves the vacuum cleaner and broom so very much.

 

he reaches for knives in the dishwasher while saying "no no no" to himself.

 

he loves to have things balance on his head while he's taking a bath.

 

he prefers to be without bottoms and plays with himself non-stop.

 

 

 

hallie prefers animals to people.

 

she makes up her own songs that are heartfelt and hysterical.

 

she talks about god a lot. i was explaining "god in three parts" and she interrupted and said "who cares mom - god is everything"

 

is a straight-up cowgirl. loves wearing her cowgirl hat and boots with real spurs.

 

sleeps with a giant bear that is literally bigger than she is.

 

demands to have her back, feet, legs, arms, head tickled if you sit down next to her.

 

if you don't sit down next to her she will move to sit by you and then demand that you tickle her back.

 

 

 

 

they are both just at a really funny, really exhausting stage. someone gave hallie caffeine on a school night last night (i'm looking at you, barb) and the girl was bouncing off the walls. but she was so funny and was cracking me up. i sorta didn't mind that she stayed up way past her bedtime. sorta.

 

and henry, geesh, he throws all of his food/sippy cups on the floor. it drives me bananas. he also is a very picky eater and will basically eat three things: hotdogs, mac n cheese and pizza. so different from his sister.

 

i don't know. there's not too much of a point to this story. i think just the act of writing down little memories like this is helpful to appreciate the blessings that god has given us.

 

"every good and perfect gift is from above" james 1:17

 

and it also reminds me how much i love being a mother. so here's a shout out to my lovely mother on her birthday today!

 

happy birthday, mom! love you!!!!

 

 

 

RUTH. OR WAS IT NAOMI?

sunday's sermon was about ruth. i think. maybe naomi? yes. naomi. both, actually. our pastor is a little...scattered sometimes, so it's hard to follow the point of his sermons. he veers off to baseball (?) trying to relate to the crowd, but then just loses us. stick to the point, i say. write it down if necessary!

 

anyway.

 

sorry.

 

naomi was bitter. god had dealt her some sucky cards - like really, really sucky cards. and she was feeling the pity party pretty strong.

 

"don't call me naomi, she told them, "call me mara, because the almighty  has made my life very bitter. i went away full but the lord brought me back empty. why call me naomi? the lord has afflicated me;e the almighty has brought misfortune upon me." ruth 1:20-21

 

much like i was last week. lame.

 

pity parties are so lame.

 

i don't want to be like naomi. i don't want to feel sorry for myself.

 

she couldn't see god's plan through all  of the crappiness and so she let herself get down.

 

I GET THE SAME WAY.

 

i think we all do. we forget that god has a plan for each of his children and we just need to be patient. and pray. a lot.

 

and just like naomi, things will be better and you can look back and be grateful.

 

the end.

 

 

WHADDA WEEKEND.

a successful 5k at illinois college with mah girlz:

 

 

a sick little lumberjack boy at prompt care (just a virus):

 

 

what a real cowgirl wears to the walmartz (complete with real spurs):

 

matching mustaches (hen's was from a spinach smoothie. he loves those things!):

 

oh  and pants-less choo-choo watching. good times.

(only henry participated in that one)

 

the end.

POOR HENRY.

i'm home with a sick henry. 

poor buddy was up last night, burning hot. 

he's such a good sickie. he doesn't really whine or grouch. he just lays on me...and i love it. but i don't love it that he is sick. 

***

my blog yesterday was pretty whiney. most days i don't worry about dave's travel schedule. it's really a way of life for us here at the mason household. we are grateful that dave has a job that he loves and that he HAS a job. i just get down every so often and yesterday was one of those days. 

i just need to remember that this is god's plan for my little family right now. it's up to me to handle it well...or like yesterday, not so well. 

but that's okay. god's got my back. and so do lots of you - thanks for the text yesterday, lori. and the email, mom. and the comment, alison. and prayers from many others. 

we're doing good over here. but we can always use more prayers. 

and let's all repeat...

"consider it pure joy, my brothers when you face trials of many kind, because you know the testing of your faith develops perseverance." james 1:2-3

ahhhh....that's better.

DON'T FEEL MUCH LIKE BLOGGING.

i really don't.

i am forcing myself today because this has become my journal and by golly, you're supposed to write in your journal. so. yes.

i am doing another 5k on saturday? i'm not sure why, but i'm actually "training" for it this time. meaning i have run the last few weeks to prepare. i feel good about it. i'm excited about it? yes, that is a question. it's supposed to rain/thunderstorm. so there's that too.

the kids are good.

sorta sickly, but good.

dave is gone, as always. we have seen him five out of the last 30 days. let that sink in.

five days.

out of thirty.

please don't feel sorry for me, because i am feeling sorry enough for myself.

the end.

TIS THE SEASON FOR THE SNIFFLES.

both my kids have colds.

 

it really sucks. hen is up and down at night, fussy, feverish. just no fun. i took him to the doctor yesterday and it's just a virus. which is good - i was soooo worried about the ears, but they look good.

 

they also did a strep test, which traumatized mr. henry and he cried and cried. so sad. and then he cried again when the doctor came back into the room a few minutes later.

 

and hallie just has a disgusting cold, but seems to be on the mend. both kids are coughing nasty coughs. gross.

 

stay away from the mason house! lots of germs here!