A {little} Bedroom Bling

A few weeks ago, Macy's had a sale on bedding. Not just ANY bedding- this special set that I've been eye-balling and oogling over every time I walk by the display. It's been way out of my price range and I'm kind of a cheap skate as it is, so when I saw the price tag I had to just 'let it go'. Sad, but true.

Then Macy's had a sale. The whole kit and kaboodle was 40% off and in addition to that, if you buy two items, then one of them is half off. Did you catch that? HALF off the SALE price? So in my math-teaching brain of a head, that means if I buy four items, then two of them are half off the sale price (the sale price is 40% off...and on top of that, 50% off...). What that boils down to, is two items that are 90% off...and that's only a mere 10% away from FREE! I explained my logic to the clerk, and she totally agreed.

It was a deal I simply couldn't resist. Even if I am on the Dave Ramsey plan (I know, I'm immature but I'm trying- does that not count for anything?) I did pay with cash though.

Anyhoo, this is it:

(but it's not from my actual bed because let's face it, when would it EVER look this good?)

Cute, huh? I didn't get the Euro shams or throw pillows though. That's a little too much bedding management for me. Plus, they would just end up on the floor and Sadie would sleep on them.

The sheets are seriously divine. They are SO soft - the kind that get washed and put right back on the bed. I've never had sheets (or bedding) like this, so I'm a wee bit excited about it.

And don't, for one second, feel bad for JD on this one. If I can deal with dead animal hides and skulls of {things} around my house, then yeah, he can sleep in pink. He looks good in pink - hahaha.

It won't be long...

------update II------
induction starts today (Friday) at 6am...baby soon!

------update-------

false alarm. She was sent home- maybe in a day or two....

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Jes is in the hospital and baby boy J is on his way...

Please pray for a safe delivery (for both). We all know this can be the scary part.

A Day for Mistakes

In my opinion, one of the toughest parts of being a teacher is knowing when kids are making mistakes, and {letting} them.

My nature is to swoop in and point out the {obvious}, talk about ways to {fix} the problem and then figure out how to do it {better}; to anticipate problems and prevent them, that's my job.

Today was "Erosion Experiment Day", or what I like to call,

"E" Day.

It's probably one of the toughest teaching days

all year long.

It's a day when we identify factors that affect erosion through experimentation - a day to conduct the experiments my kids have {designed} in order to show how their erosion agent works. It's a day when a lot of learning goes on - but it literally drives me nuts.

...a day when, "if the heat lamp won't melt the glacier fast enough, then perhaps a blow drier will do"... all the while, I sit back and {let} it happen...knowing that it will literally blow the melt water channel away...

...a day when kids get to learn from their mistakes and have a 'do over' .

A day when I try my darnedest to {let} it happen....a day when, in the midst of what feels like complete and utter chaos,

learning is happening...

A day
... when what was expected to happen, actually did ...

... when what was expected to happen, didn't ...

... when we didn't know what to expect ...

Today was a rough day

but I am amazed at what can happen in my classroom when I {let} it.

... kinda reminds me of what God can do in my life if I {let} Him...

I {heart} this song

Have you ever just sat and listened to a song - with your eyes closed? Do you kind of rock back and forth and let the words of the song paint the expression on your face? This song reached into my spirit today and did a little dance on my heart. I hope you enjoy it.

Godspeed by Dixie Chicks

Baby Boy J

Ever seen 3 grown men drink pear juice from a bottle?

Or one grown man (daddy-to-be; brother of blogger) squeeze

a hard plastic bottle to get it to "come out faster"?
Ever seen a grown man try to find safty pins in a bowl of white rice?
Or watched a GREAT-grandmother remember how to identify baby food by sight alone?
Or watched a ~new~ teenager decide between peas...and...greenbeans...?

Have you ever seen a mom-to-be hold a precious little onsie up to her belly to "see if it'll fit"?

Can you tell that I am just a TEENY bit excited about the newest arrival to our family?

I simply CAN.NOT.WAIT to hold this baby.

Happy Birthday JD

The boys got dad some super cute bird houses :)

Happy birthday to one amazing husband...one amazing dad...and one amazing friend! JD, I'm so glad that you were born on this day and today, I celebrate YOU. I read this poem yesterday and it painted the perfect picture of who YOU are:

Build Me a Son by General Douglas A. MacArthur

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face him self when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
Build me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be;a son who will know Thee- and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.
Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge. Here, let him learn to stand up in the storm; here, let him team compassion for those who fall.
Build me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goals will be high; a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet never forget the past.
And after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously.
Give him humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
Then I, his father, will dare to whisper, "I have not lived in vain."

I am so proud to call you my husband and blessed beyond belief to call you the father of my children. When I read this poem, I can't help but think that it is your mother' and father's prayer come true - and I can hear your voice in it as well, as you grow your own 'men'. You are building a legacy of love through your life and I am honored to live it with you. You are truly an amazing husband, friend, and dad.

Happy Birthday to ... an amazing husband who takes the time trim cut grass from a precious grave...

...who loves me even when I smell like a match...

...who loves his son when he bites the couch...

...and who lovingly shoots a Red Ryder BB Gun 200 million times a day...

to a man whom I simply adore, Happy birthday.

All my love,
Lisa

(ps- JD's birthday is really March 5th but I wrote this last night and don't know how to change the date at the top)

Adult-ness

Did you know that you're my adult? Yes, you. Right there...you. If you're reading this, then you're my adult.

How do you feel about that?

Sometimes I wonder why I blog - this blog 'thing' has replaced my scrapbooking for now because I still want to preserve memories of my family...and it's replaced my journaling (not that I was ever very consistent with it)...it's become my 'study' as well as my place to vent and work through stuff. And I've realized recently, that this blog 'thing' has also become my 'adult time' so I guess that makes you my adult.



I picture 'us' sitting down and having coffee...or chatting on the back porch...but the truth is after these very busy days of mine, it's near midnight sometimes when we can sit down together. And so it is what it is- it is why I blog. Because I long for friendship and don't know where, when, or how to fit it in. How sad is that? This, as is any phase in life, is a season. It's the season to be busy because one day very soon, my house will be empty. One day, my kids won't need me to wash their hair and clip their fingernails. They won't be interested in story time, let alone want to sit on my lap and snuggle- and so, while I can, I am soaking up every minute of 'busy' so that it will last me my whole life.



and when my busies are off to bed, it's time for 'adultness' and I am so very grateful that you've made blogging so fun for me.