Steffi’s First Joke

    Steffi continues to be a delight.  I’ve had at least four of her teachers at church and school pull me aside to say, “I just love her.  She is just so wonderful. She is so sweet.”  That is true.  Yet she has also become rather stubborn at times and she will deliberately slow down when we are trying to get somewhere or get something done.  Although it can be annoying, I know it is good for an “always obedient” child (especially an adopted one) to feel safe enough to disobey sometimes. 

   Another joke, this one from Mollie (I’ll have to make a page about it).  I was praying for the girls and thanking God for each one being special, and playing on a book I read the kids all the time which talks about all kids being the favorites of the parents, I said, “and we thank you God for our Steffi, who is always everyone’s favorite.” 

Mollie burst out, “She’s not MY favorite!”

Sophie and I looked up and laughed.

“Well,” stammered Mollie, “She’s NOT!”

I guess we need to work on the “love others” part of the Great Commandment.

Ode to Der Wienerschnizel

After taking Violet for her haircut, we decided to go out to lunch at Der Wienerschnitzel.  I remembered going to an A-frame one after library trips in my hometown, Riverside.  Chris and I once went there on a date before a Baylor concert, eating polish sandwiches outside and watching the busy intersection of Franklin and New Road.  On this trip, we thought it was odd they were out of corn dogs.  When you only have four menu items, you shouldn’t run out of one of them.  However, the kids were consoled by these really marvelous chocolate covered cones.  Plus, we enjoyed watching the grackle antics.  The next week, we drove by to find the Hot dogs gone, replaced by a sleezy “Loans on your Car Title” joint.  Goodbye Der Wienerschnizel.  Thanks for the memories.

Note:  I’m still remodeling–working on painting the outside and finishing painting and plastering the inside.  However, I’m also going to try to get back to blogging at least a few days a week.   I didn’t write down what I used for this layout, but I think everything comes from Scrapgirls–my favorite!

becoming a texan

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All throughout my second trip to China, I was introducing myself as living in Texas but actually being a Californian. Someone finally asked, “How long have you lived in Texas?” 

“Fourteen years,” I said. 

He laughed, “Admit it! You’re a Texan!” 

Even if I never really understand the Alamo, or memorize the six flags that flew over Texas, I am glad to live here and especially glad to raise my children in this state.  It didn’t take long to find out that if you are a kid in Texas, you’d better have a cowboy outfit.  We’ve bought several second-hand boots and anyone who can fit into them is welcome to wear them.  Texas two-step, here we come!

(layout: MarialaFrance Harvest halloween solid, joyful heart designs plain jane brown string, joyful heart designs friendship paper 3, ams dsd freebie flowerclip, frame1bymanu70)

Goldfish Heaven

goldfish-heaven-copyWhy is it that five year olds have spiritual questions that none of my previous Bible readingevolution in the Bible, or even the problem of evil and suffering.  Instead, while riding in the car listening to Larry singing, “Oh, Where is my Hairbrush?” I get this question from the far left carseat at the back of the van, “Mom, did Jesus come down and take the goldfish up to heaven?”

We have a problem with the goldfish.  I admit it was my idea to try and see if feeder goldfish (feeder, as in, they are sold for 10 cents to feed to your snake) could survive in the pretty blue birdbath by our front door.  They didn’t.  Or at least the first batch didn’t when I changed the water. All nine of them went bottoms up the next day.  So I’ve been more careful with the second batch, but as of yesterday, we only have four out of nine left. 

I always tell my kids I will not lie to them about anything.  I will always tell the truth (hence no tooth fairy or Santa Claus).  Moreover, I try to be as theologically accurate as I can.  I’m just not sure where to go on this question.  I answer anyway,  “I don’t think Jesus is taking them to heaven.  They died.”  Steffi replied,  “Then Jesus took them to heaven?” I try again: ”Actually, I just sort of scooped them up and put them in the flower bed.” 

Steffi:  “You buried them?”

Me:  “uh…Yeah.”

Steffi:  “Then Jesus took them to heaven!  He’s a good guy.”

I guess I’ll just have to go with that.

(layout: ASharrow Friendship paper 1 and 2, JHD playtime words paper, joyful heart designs orange paper, AGE friendship flower, joyful heart designs fiber)

Sofa in the Hall, part 2

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Quite a while back, I told the story of how our new sofa got stuck in the hallway, halfway to its destination:  our bedroom.  Due to some unforseen problems with the furniture company’s delivery procedures, it was stuck there for a week.  We got used to using the bathroom that came before the sofa (I had to stock it with lots of extra toilet paper) and with stepping over the sofa to get into the bedrooms beyond it.  I discovered that I really didn’t need much from my bedroom for most of the day anyway.  Finally, Friday arrived and the magic sofa extractor men took five minutes to move it into the right place.

Voila!  End of story.  Except it wasn’t.  The more we sat on the sofa the more we thought about how uncomfortable it was for working with a laptop (the main purpose for the couch was to replace a desk).  The more we looked at the sofa, the more we thought about how it was the wrong color.  We phoned.  They assured us the magic couch extractor guys could indeed take that couch out and give us a new one.  We just had to decide which one we wanted.  Just that.

We went back to the store.  Sure enough, we liked the couch we had more than any of the others.  So why was it so wrong in our house?

Chris had decided he wanted a reclining couch.  There weren’t many choices.  We finally settled on a light beige one which, frankly, looked like a very ugly color to me, but Christopher declared it to be the most comfortable.  Comfort–that was a criteria I could hold onto.

Miraculously, the couch guys were able to do the switch in just one visit.  Gingerly, we tried out the new couch.  It looked great, it felt great.  It was just the right color.  Who could have guessed?

(layout: papers are BMU Chronicles from Scrapgirls, DCDesigns Friendship from digital freebees, Alpha is CJS Vineyard cardboard alpha, Family frame brush from scrapgirls, winner token from scrapgirls and green swirl element is from blue and green spring kit from digital freebees)

dead man polling

Earlier this week I got a phone call from a woman who asked for “Michael.”  Knowing from the tone of her voice and the hum in the background that this was one of those impersonal calls, I assumed she’d gotten my husband’s middle name wrong and just said, “He isn’t here,” which was the truth.  Of course, I was expecting her to go on and do her pitch, but this time she actually just said, “Thank you,” and hung up.  Only after I put the phone in the receiver did I realize that she was probably calling for my deceased father-in-law, who I realized, was also “not here,” just in a different way.  Satisfied with my joke, I forgot the call. 

Until today, when Christopher got another phone call.  I could hear both sides of the conversation and recognized the voice.  Christopher correctly recognized that she was asking for his father and mentioned that he was deceased.  Then he noted that he was his father’s guardian and could help her if she had any business she needed to discuss.  “No,” she replied, “I’m just calling from Senator—–’s office.  We are taking a poll on opinions about the pro-life debate. ” 

What does a deceased man think about pro-life issues?  That’s a poll worth hearing about.

Pet revelations

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This year is a time for re-evaluation for me.  For instance: for the last thirteen years, I’ve said I was not a pet person.  I would tell people I had far too much work to do in raising my five blessings.  Yet lately, I’ve been the one actually suggesting we get new pets.  Christopher said to me, “I think you actually like animals.” 

Do I?  As a kid, we always had a cat or a dog.  I also had a guinea pig, a hamster, goldfish and a lot of tropical fish.  When I was a single teacher, I still had cats, and I aquired a couple of snakes (I enjoyed them a lot), a rat (great classroom pet), hermit crabs and finches.  From about five until about fourteen, I really, really wanted a horse.  As we’ve visited the pet stores recently, I’ve found myself telling the kids about all these pets and how much I enjoyed learning about them.  Looking at the cute miniature dogs also sold by Ramona the parrot lady, I even found myself thinking about getting a second dog.  Am I crazy?

Revelation: reluctantly or not, I guess I’m a pet lover after all.  Furthermore, when everyone heads off to school next year, I think I will be very glad to have the noise of the parakeet, the nuisance of the dog, and the attitude of the cat to keep me company.

(layout: The journaling on this layout came from my previous post on Budgies.  I liked what I had written and wanted a layout to match. Template 137 dittersfreedoodles.blogspot.com, paper: retrodiva tweet-tweet, embellishments marialafrance-friendship birdies)

No Tooth Fairy

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Finally, Mollie lost her first tooth this month.  She is  7 1/2.  I am glad for the feeling of accomplishment she achieved and also for the fact that I don’t have to pay the $140 dentist bill to have it removed like I did for Sophie (both girls had their permanent teeth grow in behind the baby ones).  Of course, as with any major event in a large family, this is an occasion for story telling.  Like the time when I caught sight of 4 year old Brendan’s face in a bathroom mirror during our morning outing at the museum, “What happened to your mouth?  Where is your tooth?”  There was a very definite space where a tooth used to be.  He thought for a moment, “I spit something out in the garage.”  Sure enough, when we got home there it was, a small, rather bloody tooth.  We saved that one, but not the one which came out shortly afterwards while he was brushing his teeth.  It went straight down the drain.  Then there was the day that both Maggie and Brendan lost a tooth on the same day.  I love the picture of them that day holding the tooth pillow between them.  Actually, it was in making this page that I found the picture of Brendan and Sophie–who could both sing, “All I want for Christmas …”  Maggie has lost all of her teeth now, along with a chip off her front tooth, which let me tell my story about being hit by a car at 13 and chipping my front teeth, which is why my front teeth are so short.  In those more primitive days, the dentist ground the teeth down to match rather than filling them in. However, it is Christopher who has the best teeth stories.  He was born with two teeth.  Usually that sort of thing reminds you of Ripley’s Believe it or Not, but it really did happen to him.  Unfortunately, they both got knocked out when he fell out of a chair as a toddler.  So he wore a tiny retainer to keep the other teeth in place.  When I was cleaning out his parent’s cabinet, I found an envelope with the two teeth and the retainer. I put it in my jewelry drawer, where I have a lot of other teeth.  For the most part they aren’t labeled and I feel kind of guilty about that; however, I’m figuring how much can it really matter whose teeth they are?  What, exactly, is a parent supposed to do with all of those teeth anyway?  Perhaps, I’ll  just hand everyone a few of them as they leave home after their wedding, “Here, these are your baby teeth!  Have a great life!” By the way, although we have plenty of tooth stories, we don’t have a tooth fairy.  Instead, everyone gets a prize from mom when they lose a tooth.  A bonus of our system is that the prizes keep on coming even when you are 13, since they don’t depend on “believing.”  Just so you know, in spite of the fact that my name is Virginia, there is no No Santa Claus or Easter bunny around here either, but that is fodder for another post.
(layout:  for some reason I had problems uploading this page, and finally gave up yesterday.  When I finally got it up today, my blog writing was gone, except for a couple of sentences stuck to the top of the page?!   Anyway, I never thought I would use this paper, but it really works for this topic.  They are from a Sugar Shoppe exhange: pandabeardesigns at http://www.pandabeardesigns.blogspot.com/  I saw that there was an April blog train of free scrapbooking supplies on this site.  These take a while but are a lot of fun.  I tried adding elements to this design but the papers were plenty busy.  I’m continuting to enjoy my new technique of journaling first, then putting together the journaling, pictures and title and finding the papers last.)

“Our Place”

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When we were dating, we would eat at Denny fairly frequently.  Once Christopher said, “Maybe Denny’s should be ‘Our Place’.” 

My answer was pretty quick, “Denny’s is NOT going to be ‘Our Place’.” 

Instead, I was picturing white tablecloths, French food, waiters in tuxedos, real flowers, and maybe an ocean view.

I should have stuck with Denny’s.  Reality sunk in pretty quick.  Or maybe I should say real life.  We’ve rarely eaten at nice places unless someone else took us there.  Frankly, we are really too cheap to spend more than a few bucks on a meal.    Furthermore, of course, those kids started coming after a couple of years.  Kids who liked to spend most of their restaurant time crying, under the table, or throwing things under the table (at least my first two were like that).  It didn’t take long before we  stopped going to any place that didn’t have a playland.

If any place became ours, it was CiCi’s.  For quite a while, we could feed our crew for about $10.  As we’ve grown in numbers and size, the price has gone up, but we can still feed our seven for under $30, so that’s a bargin.  Moreover, everyone still loves to go, especially Steffi who loves the curly pasta with white sauce.  I’ve tried to make this at home, but it never seems to be quite the same.

Now that our family is older, they can actually sit pleasantly through a meal, and we have sometimes graduated up to Chili’s (across the street from CiCi’s).  But I’d still have to call CiCi’s “Our Place,” because that’s where all the memories are. 

(Layout:  I finally loaded my brushes into my program and tried them out here. I’m just getting the hang of using them–they are the frames.  I used papers from Shabby Princess Kristy collection, brushes are from Scrapgirls ASO Florid and JHI Christmas borders Family Special)

The Winner is Aunt Caroline

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I love my sister-in-law’s style.  She wouldn’t let me say where she lives, however.  For winning the costume contest she won a gift certificate for $25.  Go Aunt Caroline!

(layout: papers from Sande Krieger Memory Makers Embrace Life and Heavenly Crafts Sugar Shoppe.  I love the way the papers are the embellishment in the layout.  My favorite scrapbooking supply is papers.  I enjoy looking at beautiful colors and designs.)

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