Saturday, October 23, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
ooh la la.....have you heard of Rue La La?
Have you heard of Rue la la? Well, let me give you the haps! Basically, it's a website that hosts 'flash sales' where a boutique will offer their items at a hugely discounted price.
Anyway, right now, you can get a $20 credit to the place. You don't have to do anything other than sign up. Thought I'd share it with you, 'cause you can get some great stuff for little to nothing. And I'm good like that. So hop on over to this site:
http://www.ruelala.com/invite/z8gf3f1g
Anyway, right now, you can get a $20 credit to the place. You don't have to do anything other than sign up. Thought I'd share it with you, 'cause you can get some great stuff for little to nothing. And I'm good like that. So hop on over to this site:
http://www.ruelala.com/invite/z8gf3f1g
Right now, they have some cute clothes from Theory, Elle Tahari, and Michael Kors. It took a couple hours for the credit to show up, but it did and now I am ready to shop away, just trying to decide how to use it. Yesterday they had chocolates and cookies..... I knew I should have got something then- sold out! So check back often, because the boutiques they feature change often.
Have fun shopping!
Monday, October 18, 2010
My Child Plan
It's not often that I write about the deeper stuff, the stuff the stirs within me, the stuff that steers me. I suppose thats mainly because it's so much easier to write the light-hearted posts where I poke fun at myself for my mommy-flops and share with you the funny things that spill out of my children's mouths.
Amidst the kiddo hijinks and silliness that comes with raising four small children, there is me. Shannon. Doing the best I can to to love these children into adulthood, to teach them right from wrong, and mother them the way I know how to mother, while inserting my own liveliness into this important business of motherhood.
The other day I came across a little gem on a disk....I was searching for photos of my pregnant self with Tyler. He was having a particularly tough time without his Daddy, and try as I may, I cannot love him the way Jeremiah can. So rather than try to fight a losing battle, I focused on trying to envelop Tyler with my love. So I set out to show him, through pictures, how unbelievably joyful I was from the first moment I knew he was with us. In searching through photos, I found a document. I remember sitting down at my computer and typing. Jeremiah was flying really late that night, so it was just me and my burgeoning belly at 2 am with my laptop and an idea. I had been going through the pregnancy books that talked so vigorously about developing your birth plan. So, late that night alone with my thoughts (and a child within me), I decided to go one step further and create my 'child plan'. I read it just the other day, and it made me smile. In the plan, I discussed who I hoped my children would become and how I wanted to parent them. Amazingly, four kids later, I find myself very much in sync with my summer of 2003 self. Here are some of the things I said.
'I don't care if you make all A's, are the fastest runner, or have a voice that could make grown men cry. I just want you to be kind. I want your heart to always be soft, feeling it all- the joy and the pain. Know that compassion is sometimes the only thing we have to offer, and offer it often and freely. Even if it is not returned, kindness and compassion will lift and lighten you like nothing else can.
If you are blessed to have a brother or sister, I want you to always feel driven to go to the ends of the earth for them.
I hope you not judge people based on what they wear or how they speak, but use good judgement from what you learn. People can tell you who they are 'til they are blue in the face- it's when they show you who they are that you have to listen.
Never stop playing. Ever.
Always buckle your seat belt. Especially with me. I'm sure you'll hear the stories at some point.
Money, toys, clothes, cars- that's all just stuff. Nothing will ever give you gratification the way being a person of character will. If you say something, do it. When you mess up, move on. If you need help, ask. Be honest, be true, and don't ever waiver from being yourself. God made you to be you and you've got to trust in that. He had His reasons for creating you the way He did, so you just need to marvel in it.
Always, always, always, always find the funny. If you have to get a tractor to dig it out, DO IT. Trust me. Life is sooo much more enjoyable with the funny.
Be sweet to me. Please. Be kind to everyone, but since I'm your mom, always be sweet to me. '
There are definitely some things I need to work on, and some things I'd like to add, but the heart of it remains the same.
Now, as I listen to the rise and fall of my baby's girl breath as she sleeps, I am acutely aware of the immense gift we have been given, as parents. We have within us the ability to steer our children to goodness, to get into their hearts and light them up with love. The fact that I have been given 4 children to try and teach kindness to- AMAZING. Truly, it is amazing. The other night Jeremiah sent me a very brief email. He said something like, 'So, I'm sitting here thinking. We have 4 kids. 4 KIDS. Wow.' I have said that exact same thing to myself quite a few times. Sometimes the 'wow' is more of a 'whew' based on how exhausted I am. But most of the time, it's a wide-grinned exclamation. I'm thinking I might just have to print my 'Child Plan' out and hang it somewhere to remind myself daily of what I wanted to do as mom. For me, it was never about serving big fancy meals or raising children with impeccable manners. Those things are well and good, but they are not who I set out to be, who I wanted my children to become. In those moments where I feel like the day got the better of me and things are spinning wildly out of control, I'd be well served to stop and think about who I set out to be as a mom. I'm so glad I had the foresight to write it all down. Apparently, wisdom arrives at about 2 am :)
So what about you? Do you have a 'child plan'? Would you like to share it?
***Oh, and that birth plan.....to give you an idea of how that went, #1 on my list was NO C-SECTION.......
Amidst the kiddo hijinks and silliness that comes with raising four small children, there is me. Shannon. Doing the best I can to to love these children into adulthood, to teach them right from wrong, and mother them the way I know how to mother, while inserting my own liveliness into this important business of motherhood.
The other day I came across a little gem on a disk....I was searching for photos of my pregnant self with Tyler. He was having a particularly tough time without his Daddy, and try as I may, I cannot love him the way Jeremiah can. So rather than try to fight a losing battle, I focused on trying to envelop Tyler with my love. So I set out to show him, through pictures, how unbelievably joyful I was from the first moment I knew he was with us. In searching through photos, I found a document. I remember sitting down at my computer and typing. Jeremiah was flying really late that night, so it was just me and my burgeoning belly at 2 am with my laptop and an idea. I had been going through the pregnancy books that talked so vigorously about developing your birth plan. So, late that night alone with my thoughts (and a child within me), I decided to go one step further and create my 'child plan'. I read it just the other day, and it made me smile. In the plan, I discussed who I hoped my children would become and how I wanted to parent them. Amazingly, four kids later, I find myself very much in sync with my summer of 2003 self. Here are some of the things I said.
'I don't care if you make all A's, are the fastest runner, or have a voice that could make grown men cry. I just want you to be kind. I want your heart to always be soft, feeling it all- the joy and the pain. Know that compassion is sometimes the only thing we have to offer, and offer it often and freely. Even if it is not returned, kindness and compassion will lift and lighten you like nothing else can.
If you are blessed to have a brother or sister, I want you to always feel driven to go to the ends of the earth for them.
I hope you not judge people based on what they wear or how they speak, but use good judgement from what you learn. People can tell you who they are 'til they are blue in the face- it's when they show you who they are that you have to listen.
Never stop playing. Ever.
Always buckle your seat belt. Especially with me. I'm sure you'll hear the stories at some point.
Money, toys, clothes, cars- that's all just stuff. Nothing will ever give you gratification the way being a person of character will. If you say something, do it. When you mess up, move on. If you need help, ask. Be honest, be true, and don't ever waiver from being yourself. God made you to be you and you've got to trust in that. He had His reasons for creating you the way He did, so you just need to marvel in it.
Always, always, always, always find the funny. If you have to get a tractor to dig it out, DO IT. Trust me. Life is sooo much more enjoyable with the funny.
Be sweet to me. Please. Be kind to everyone, but since I'm your mom, always be sweet to me. '
There are definitely some things I need to work on, and some things I'd like to add, but the heart of it remains the same.
Now, as I listen to the rise and fall of my baby's girl breath as she sleeps, I am acutely aware of the immense gift we have been given, as parents. We have within us the ability to steer our children to goodness, to get into their hearts and light them up with love. The fact that I have been given 4 children to try and teach kindness to- AMAZING. Truly, it is amazing. The other night Jeremiah sent me a very brief email. He said something like, 'So, I'm sitting here thinking. We have 4 kids. 4 KIDS. Wow.' I have said that exact same thing to myself quite a few times. Sometimes the 'wow' is more of a 'whew' based on how exhausted I am. But most of the time, it's a wide-grinned exclamation. I'm thinking I might just have to print my 'Child Plan' out and hang it somewhere to remind myself daily of what I wanted to do as mom. For me, it was never about serving big fancy meals or raising children with impeccable manners. Those things are well and good, but they are not who I set out to be, who I wanted my children to become. In those moments where I feel like the day got the better of me and things are spinning wildly out of control, I'd be well served to stop and think about who I set out to be as a mom. I'm so glad I had the foresight to write it all down. Apparently, wisdom arrives at about 2 am :)
So what about you? Do you have a 'child plan'? Would you like to share it?
***Oh, and that birth plan.....to give you an idea of how that went, #1 on my list was NO C-SECTION.......
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
my lazy post
I just spent my last two joules of energy on getting the craft mess put away so I am going to cheat on my post.
Oh, and before you go gettin all impressed with me that I used the term joule in my first sentence, DON'T. I googled 'how is physical energy measured' before I typed that. I'm honest like that. And actually, I probably am using the term incorrectly, but I am banking on no nuclear physicists or kineticists reading my post. A real gamble on my part since those are the circles I run around in. We're a fun bunch, I tell ya'.
Okay I don't even know what I am talking about anymore. I'd hypothetically ask 'what is wrong with me', but, to be frank, I'm a little afraid of the answer. Whatever it is, I hope it's not genetic.
So. Instead of posting some big ol' tale of how I'm so busy, so tired, blah blah blah, I thought I'd just share the email exchange I had with my husband. It pretty much sums up where I am right now.
From him:
Hey babe,
I just wanted to tell you good night and let you know that I love you very much. You are wonderful. Sorry that you have so much on your plate. I am certain that things are just a constant zoo. I love you a whole lot babe. You are such a wonderful woman. Miss you and can not wait to get home to you. Tell the kids that I love them, miss them and good night. I miss you all and I am going to get off and go to bed since there are people waiting in line and I have an early day in the morning.
My response:
Thanks for saying I am a wonderful mom. I used to really want and need to hear that from you. Since you've been gone, I have mellowed out some. Honestly, I just feel wonderful because I have managed to cling to the little sanity left in order to care for these hooligans that I birthed. That, in and of itself, totally deserves a medal. Man, raising happy little people is not easy. Then you have to fit in teaching kindness, manners, hygiene, general health, a sense of appreciation, an understanding of the world around them, a compassionate heart, a selfless attitude, and a true desire to help others . Sheesh. That's kind of a lot. And I am rereading that list and seriously, there is nothing I can weed out. I have already trimmed it down quite a bit. So I hope you're cool with those because I cannot squeeze anything else in. Seriously. Fostering individual skills and teaching them patience is going to have to wait a while. I am seriously lowering the expectations I have for myself (what every deployed father wants to hear, I'm sure). I figure I'm doing alright if they are all fed 3 meals a day, are clean for the most part (the visible parts at least), homework is done, their bedrooms are reasonably safe (by reasonably safe I mean they would pass a HAZMAT test), and they smile and laugh at least once in a 24-hour period.
But I am glad you think I am wonderful. Right now, I just think I am just barely good enough, and that'll have to do.
Oh, and Tyler just fulfilled his laugh quote for the day. I made some incredibly inappropriate reference when stressing the importance of lower case letters staying below the dotted line (something about the uppercase letters would attack any letter that went above, and I even drew an uppercase T firing at the lowercase 'a' that ventured above the dotted line. seriously. what is wrong with me? they really should make women like me take a test before conception)
Okay, dinner is not going to make itself. And I have a ton of laundry because your son- I don't even have to name him- thought it'd be a good idea to dump his milk sippy cup out onto Kaiti's comforter. And when I scolded him, he chucked the cup at me. Last week, I honestly told a couple women- 'When you judge me and how I am as a parent, please focus on Tyler and Kaiti, and ignore Jack.' I wasn't kidding.
Love you honey!! Can't wait to see your face in a month or so!
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Now, for the photo portion of this post......
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the easiest post ever :)
Oh, and before you go gettin all impressed with me that I used the term joule in my first sentence, DON'T. I googled 'how is physical energy measured' before I typed that. I'm honest like that. And actually, I probably am using the term incorrectly, but I am banking on no nuclear physicists or kineticists reading my post. A real gamble on my part since those are the circles I run around in. We're a fun bunch, I tell ya'.
Okay I don't even know what I am talking about anymore. I'd hypothetically ask 'what is wrong with me', but, to be frank, I'm a little afraid of the answer. Whatever it is, I hope it's not genetic.
So. Instead of posting some big ol' tale of how I'm so busy, so tired, blah blah blah, I thought I'd just share the email exchange I had with my husband. It pretty much sums up where I am right now.
From him:
Hey babe,
I just wanted to tell you good night and let you know that I love you very much. You are wonderful. Sorry that you have so much on your plate. I am certain that things are just a constant zoo. I love you a whole lot babe. You are such a wonderful woman. Miss you and can not wait to get home to you. Tell the kids that I love them, miss them and good night. I miss you all and I am going to get off and go to bed since there are people waiting in line and I have an early day in the morning.
My response:
Thanks for saying I am a wonderful mom. I used to really want and need to hear that from you. Since you've been gone, I have mellowed out some. Honestly, I just feel wonderful because I have managed to cling to the little sanity left in order to care for these hooligans that I birthed. That, in and of itself, totally deserves a medal. Man, raising happy little people is not easy. Then you have to fit in teaching kindness, manners, hygiene, general health, a sense of appreciation, an understanding of the world around them, a compassionate heart, a selfless attitude, and a true desire to help others . Sheesh. That's kind of a lot. And I am rereading that list and seriously, there is nothing I can weed out. I have already trimmed it down quite a bit. So I hope you're cool with those because I cannot squeeze anything else in. Seriously. Fostering individual skills and teaching them patience is going to have to wait a while. I am seriously lowering the expectations I have for myself (what every deployed father wants to hear, I'm sure). I figure I'm doing alright if they are all fed 3 meals a day, are clean for the most part (the visible parts at least), homework is done, their bedrooms are reasonably safe (by reasonably safe I mean they would pass a HAZMAT test), and they smile and laugh at least once in a 24-hour period.
But I am glad you think I am wonderful. Right now, I just think I am just barely good enough, and that'll have to do.
Oh, and Tyler just fulfilled his laugh quote for the day. I made some incredibly inappropriate reference when stressing the importance of lower case letters staying below the dotted line (something about the uppercase letters would attack any letter that went above, and I even drew an uppercase T firing at the lowercase 'a' that ventured above the dotted line. seriously. what is wrong with me? they really should make women like me take a test before conception)
Okay, dinner is not going to make itself. And I have a ton of laundry because your son- I don't even have to name him- thought it'd be a good idea to dump his milk sippy cup out onto Kaiti's comforter. And when I scolded him, he chucked the cup at me. Last week, I honestly told a couple women- 'When you judge me and how I am as a parent, please focus on Tyler and Kaiti, and ignore Jack.' I wasn't kidding.
Love you honey!! Can't wait to see your face in a month or so!
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Now, for the photo portion of this post......
the easiest post ever :)
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