So, I co-teach (with A) the K-5th grade class at our church. Yesterday, I realized that I had gotten done with the lesson way too early, so I decided to play a nice game of Hangman with the kids using some descriptive words of God that we had talked about during the lesson. Teams were boys v. girls, it was the boys' turn, and the board looked like this:
__ O R __ I __ I N G
I asked the team spokesperson for a letter, and all of the sudden M (L & A's son) appeared to have an epiphany.
"Do you have a guess?" I asked hopefully.
"Boring?" M asked innocently.
A and I lost it. Luckily, the word was "forgiving," so I'm sure that M was forgiven about thinking "boring" was a good way to describe God. Actually, I'm pretty certain that God may have been laughing as hard as we were...
Ewww...
Me: "What's wrong? Why are you glaring at me like that?"
L: "Indigestion. I'm just trying not to burp."
L: "Indigestion. I'm just trying not to burp."
Thoughts from the brink of exhaustion...
First of all, I should apologize in advance if anything in this blog doesn't make sense. After a very late night last night I went into work extra-early this morning, and I have just shooed my friend Apryl's kids off to bed as I am watching them during her band rehearsal for church. So, I've basically been watching kids for 13 hours (with a one hour break in between) on very little sleep -- and yes, before anyone thinks it, I realize that's what the next eighteen years of my life look like once we have kids. Yeah, yeah, I know. So I'm spoiled with my current childless existence (which, when you think about it, isn't childless in the least bit). I will share a total "Mom Moment" I had tonight, though...Apryl had told her boys that they needed to pick up their rooms while she was gone or a certain rear body part may be hurting tomorrow. Well, Jadon (8 yo) came downstairs showing me a bunch of random things and then was ready to play some video games. I asked him if he had cleaned up his room, and he said no and went upstairs. He came downstairs literally 30 seconds later and told me he was all done -- with the most guilty look, I might add. Not being a pushover (well...at least when it comes to kids), I asked him again if he was sure, and he said yes. So, very nicely, I said "Well, let me go up and make sure it looks okay." That hopeful, guilty look quickly faded into a typical Jadon scowl and he stomped upstairs saying, "Okay, fine." Then I made him tell me that he actually hadn't done anything before sending him up to finish. Definitely a practice moment for about ten years in the future...wait, my hubby will probably read this...I mean twenty years in the future...twenty-five? Thirty?
Well, the reason for our late night last night was totally justified...we went to see David Crowder in Columbia, SC. Kind of an armpit of a town, but David Crowder is worth it. We were running a little (AKA a lot) late, missed the first opening band and only caught the last few songs of Phil Wickham, who is a current fave new artist. (Interesting side note: I learned last night that Phil Wickham is not, in fact, British. I don't know why I assumed he was, but he's not. He's from SoCal. Pretty much the opposite of being British. I don't know if he sounded British (is that racist?) or if (being the huge Jane Austen fan that I am) I was thinking of George Wickham from Pride and Prejudice? Whatever. He's not.) If you haven't heard his stuff, check it out. Even the music snobs in my life (Jamie and the Hubby) approve, so you know it has merit.
David Crowder is awesome in concert. There's nothing else to say (except, of course, what I'm about to say)...he's hilarious and personable and talented and worshipful and every guy on stage seems to care about the fact that people in the crowd paid money to hear them. They played a lot off of their new CD, Remedy, which is pretty much amazing, but they played a lot off of their other CDs, too. It was nice to just be able to sit and worship and not worry about if the hubby was stressed out or if my kids were going crazy for the teacher filling in for me in my class or if enough people had showed up or if people were engaging in worship or ANYTHING. I got to sit. And worship. And not think about any logistics. And just be with God. It's been awhile...too long, in fact. And it made me realize that I'm going to need to make more of an effort because David Crowder will not, unfortunately, be within driving distance on a regular basis. And I need to take more responsibility in pursuing times for worship, whether musical or otherwise. I've slacked, and last night opened my eyes to that fact.
With that scattered post, I'm off to watch Grey's Anatomy. Don't judge me.
Well, the reason for our late night last night was totally justified...we went to see David Crowder in Columbia, SC. Kind of an armpit of a town, but David Crowder is worth it. We were running a little (AKA a lot) late, missed the first opening band and only caught the last few songs of Phil Wickham, who is a current fave new artist. (Interesting side note: I learned last night that Phil Wickham is not, in fact, British. I don't know why I assumed he was, but he's not. He's from SoCal. Pretty much the opposite of being British. I don't know if he sounded British (is that racist?) or if (being the huge Jane Austen fan that I am) I was thinking of George Wickham from Pride and Prejudice? Whatever. He's not.) If you haven't heard his stuff, check it out. Even the music snobs in my life (Jamie and the Hubby) approve, so you know it has merit.
David Crowder is awesome in concert. There's nothing else to say (except, of course, what I'm about to say)...he's hilarious and personable and talented and worshipful and every guy on stage seems to care about the fact that people in the crowd paid money to hear them. They played a lot off of their new CD, Remedy, which is pretty much amazing, but they played a lot off of their other CDs, too. It was nice to just be able to sit and worship and not worry about if the hubby was stressed out or if my kids were going crazy for the teacher filling in for me in my class or if enough people had showed up or if people were engaging in worship or ANYTHING. I got to sit. And worship. And not think about any logistics. And just be with God. It's been awhile...too long, in fact. And it made me realize that I'm going to need to make more of an effort because David Crowder will not, unfortunately, be within driving distance on a regular basis. And I need to take more responsibility in pursuing times for worship, whether musical or otherwise. I've slacked, and last night opened my eyes to that fact.
With that scattered post, I'm off to watch Grey's Anatomy. Don't judge me.
Example of typical convo in my house...
Hubby: "Man, my nose is stuffed up. I feel like Duncan Sheik."
Me: "Why, because you're barely breathing?"
Hubby: "Exactly."
I was a little frightened about how well I've come to know the workings of his mind.
Me: "Why, because you're barely breathing?"
Hubby: "Exactly."
I was a little frightened about how well I've come to know the workings of his mind.
Puppy Troubles in Fall Time...
It's funny...before I had a blog, I always felt like I had a lot to blog about. Something would happen, and I would think, "If I had a blog, I would definitely write about this." Now that I have a blog, I can't come up with anything to blog about, no matter how much I try. That being said, I apologize for the mundane nature of this post!
Today was a beautiful day. Outside, I mean...inside the house was not quite so beautiful. I have a sick hubby and a sick puppy, so life's been a little icky these past couple days (well, if you had experienced what we experienced with Rosita's tummy troubles, you would know that it was a LOT yucky!). Luckily, I did get to leave a couple of times, to give a piano lesson and run a few errands, so I got to see what a beautiful day it was.
I love fall. I always forget how much I love fall until it rolls around on the calendar. It's just such a beautiful time of year. M (the little boy I nanny for) has been so excited about fall. All throughout the summer when the wind would blow and pine needles would fall out of the tree, he would ask me if it was fall time yet. Then one day he woke up from his nap yelling "Stefanie! Stefanie!" (which is very unusual, because he's a slow "waker")...I asked him what happened and he's starts shouting at the top of his lungs, "The leaves on the trees are orange! It's fall time! Come on, come see!" So, A (his little sister) and I ran upstairs to look at the window, and he was right...the neighbors across the street had the first orange trees in the neighborhood. He was so excited, and it was so fun to see him so excited...now everyday after preschool we crunch leaves in the grass and look at how the trees are changing. I'm definitely going to be sad when there's no more leaves for us to walk through!
I leave you with a sad little pic of our sick puppy...doesn't she break your heart? :(
Today was a beautiful day. Outside, I mean...inside the house was not quite so beautiful. I have a sick hubby and a sick puppy, so life's been a little icky these past couple days (well, if you had experienced what we experienced with Rosita's tummy troubles, you would know that it was a LOT yucky!). Luckily, I did get to leave a couple of times, to give a piano lesson and run a few errands, so I got to see what a beautiful day it was.
I love fall. I always forget how much I love fall until it rolls around on the calendar. It's just such a beautiful time of year. M (the little boy I nanny for) has been so excited about fall. All throughout the summer when the wind would blow and pine needles would fall out of the tree, he would ask me if it was fall time yet. Then one day he woke up from his nap yelling "Stefanie! Stefanie!" (which is very unusual, because he's a slow "waker")...I asked him what happened and he's starts shouting at the top of his lungs, "The leaves on the trees are orange! It's fall time! Come on, come see!" So, A (his little sister) and I ran upstairs to look at the window, and he was right...the neighbors across the street had the first orange trees in the neighborhood. He was so excited, and it was so fun to see him so excited...now everyday after preschool we crunch leaves in the grass and look at how the trees are changing. I'm definitely going to be sad when there's no more leaves for us to walk through!
I leave you with a sad little pic of our sick puppy...doesn't she break your heart? :(
I was feeling left out...
Yeah, so I jumped on the blogging bandwagon. Maybe that makes me a lemming, but whatever...I've resisted long enough. And since it's after midnight, that's all I have to say for now. :)
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