Another slave

I allowed this slave to join our staff somewhat begrudgingly.  She was bought with a price, a price I didn't think was necessary.  It all started when Daddy was reiterating the logic of hanging clothes on the line.  It makes sense to me.  It just didn't make sense to Sweet Pea.  Why should she let Mommy out of her sight for 20 minutes so that the rest of the family could have clean, fresh-smelling, dry clothing?  And, why should Mommy put her down for the same purpose?  It just didn't jive with her baby contract.  The Blossoms tried to hang clothes on the line for Mommy.  It was love at work, but it scared Mommy, because it consisted of Blossoms' standing on a blue and orange Little Tykes slide they had dragged over to the clothesline.  Daddy came to the rescue!  (He's our Hero!)  He went to Walmart when Mommy was still being pampered after having Sweet Pea and he hired Collapsible Clothing Rack.  The price was $20ish.  Mommy is thrilled.  With Sweet Pea in Mommy's arms, Mommy pushes the basket of clean, wet clothes out onto the deck.  Collapsible Clothing Rack is set up one-handed and the Blossoms now "hang" clothes on the "line." What a good little slave Collapsible Clothing Rack is!  Stay on staff here LONG, Collapsible Clothing Rack, and I will send you on a retirement trip someday.

I have slaves

Yes, I have slaves.  Most people call them small kitchen appliances and such, but I call them slaves.  In essence, they do the same things.  They accomplish menial tasks in this household with minimal Mommy supervision.  And, they assist the Blossoms in learning how to work.  So, without further ado, here's a favorite slave of mine - - - - - -

the Dustbuster!

He efficiently demolishes small messes in a single swipe.  Scooter (#2) is the main overseer/owner/operator of Dustbuster man.  She uses him regularly to clean up the seed mess underneath Ransom's cage (Ransom is our Cockatiel.  He's named after Dr. Ransom from C.S. Lewis' space trilogy. Daddy got to name him since he's a BOY bird.)  I digress.  Scooter uses Dustbuster man to get rid of all the non-refridgeratable meal leftovers.  You know, the ones that are left behind on Blossoms' chairs.  Scooter wields Dustbuster man to take care of the sandbox that travels indoors to the laundry room/back door entry area.  And then, Skeeter and Skipper use Dustbuster man at a moments' notice whenever Mommy commands.  Dusbuster man has been on staff here for only 4 years or so.  He has many more years to come in his Blossom Household career.  When the Blossoms have established their own households and he's considering retirement, we'll sing, "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" in his honor. 

Just thinkin'...

Just thinkin' about goals, about what we want our children to be, about what we think is important in the child-rearing process, about what the Lord has impressed upon us to do with them and this came to mind.

"If we're too busy for devotions, we're too busy."

 

'Nuff said.

Strength

Psalm 27:1..."The Lord is the strength of my life"...

It's simple.  It's basic, but it's a much-needed reminder for me... someone who tends toward self-sufficiency at times.  The Lord is the strength of my life. Discipline is not the strength of my life. High ideals is not the strength of my life. Good parenting is not the strength of my life. "Me time" is not the strength of my life.  The Lord is the strength of my life. It's a completely different focus.  Not me, not my efforts... the Lord.

Betty Crocker speaks

My week was barely started.  I still sat in bed with our sweet baby and my Kindle.  I checked my email to find a note from a good friend of mine that I like to call, "Betty Crocker."  (http://dominiquespeaks.blogspot.com/2012/10/betty-crocker.html)
It stated that she was praying for me for grace and strength for the day.  I was glad for it, but everything seemed even keel.  Then, I got up.  By 9:30 am, Sweet Pea was on her third outfit and THEN, I spent the rest of the morning on the phone battling with the insurance company... AND, trying to make three Blossoms behave during the phone calls.  By afternoon, I emailed Betty Crocker back and said that she was right on!  I needed her prayers and I was SO thankful for them.  The Holy Spirit must have prompted her to pray for me.  Later that week, she followed up with this email and I thought that all my Mommy friends out there would enjoy it.  She gave me permission to share.  So laugh on and lean on grace!

Hello!

Here's hoping your week calmed down to a dull roar and it did not continue like some of my "special" weeks from days of my little ones afoot. Well, they are still afoot somewhat- just bigger feet!
Some things I hope did not happen to you this week: Post-4 th child:
I hope that none of them hung out of their crib with their little legs grasping the railing and single/ handedly tore the wallpaper off half the room without leaving her crib, greeting you with a contagious grin as you happened upon her joyful redecorating activity.
I hope that none of them had a stomach virus and threw up all over the shag carpeting all night until you ran out of sheets that led to you weeping softly In the night.
And, I really hope, any child in diapers never, ever decides they are suddenly Picasso himself on the wall of their room using the contents of said diaper.
I miss those crazy yet simple days with my wee ones.
So here's to days of motherhood where we must always keep a sense of humor.  I believe it is a blessing of God to laugh!

Love,
Betty Crocker