'Pa rum pa pum pum...'

Today was going to be an easy, fun post.

God had other ideas!

Don't you love it when He steps in?

His ideas are always better than mine anyway!!

The littles and I were eating lunch and I had the radio

on-with Christmas music playing, of course.

{Note-I LOVE Christmas music, but I burn out on it

QUICKLY. I listen to it some, then have to change

the station and listen to regular music a while!}

Anyway, The Little Drummer Boy was playing and I

wasn't really listening, but then for some reason the

lyrics really resounded in my head.

(I typed out the lyrics and left out all the

pa rum pa pum pums for the sake of time and

my fingers. You know where they go! :)

Come they told me

The newborn King to see

Our finest gifts we bring

To lay before the King

So to honor him

When we come

Little baby

I am a poor boy too

I have no gift to bring

That's fit to give a King

Shall I play for you

On my drum

Mary nodded

The ox and lamb kept time

I played my best for Him

I played my drum for Him

Then He smiled at me

Me and my drum

How much do these lyrics resonate with me??

Truly, I have NO gift to bring that is fit to

give the King. Nothing.

I can buy and give gifts to everyone I know. But what

do I have...what can I do...what can I give that's good enough

for the King of Heaven and Earth?

Nothing. At. All.

Suddenly my unworthiness was blatently apparent to me.

'I am a poor boy too.'

Wow.

But the song tells an amazing story.

Even those who have no gift to bring still have something

He wants.

Ourselves. All of us. All we have.

And I don't think that's too much to ask, considering the

unbelievable gift He has given us.

"I played my best for Him.'

Do I? Do I play my best for Him? I'm not talking about

actually playing music, of course. Me playing the drum

would be little more than making a joyful noise!

I mean in my life. Do I live for Him? Do I do my best for Him

in my walk and talk? Do others see Him in me?

I hope so. I pray so. And I keep trying to make it more so.

The King of all creation wants you to bring your best.

What gift will you give the King this Christmas?

Will you play your best for Him?

TTFN,

Wordless Wednesday-Saturday night snack!

Modified smores! YUM!!

TTFN,


P.S. Please excuse anything strange...I'm playing around with fonts!
Trial and error!!! (mostly error!! :)

Not Me Monday!

Free therapy!

Head over to MckMama's and link up!

I do not already miss warm weather. I seriously dislike

cold weather and having to wear so many layers I feel like

a robot whose joints rusted.

(You know, unable to bend for all the layers of clothes with

your arms and legs stuck out at unnatural angles!)

Global warming, what??

Is that why it's unusually cold everywhere?

I am not such a cheap-o that I have not been sitting around

under a blanket and usually with my jacket on (like now)

so that I don't have to turn on the heater. Our bill this month

was not almost $70 LESS than it was last month, and I do not

think that was REALLY nice!!

In my defense, I AM making sure the kids

are all in their warm jammies all the time, and if the jammies

don't have feet in them, I put socks on them!!

I did not go out Friday night without kids OR Paul which hasn't

happened in...I can't remember when. Paul and I go out

without the kids every now and again, but I rarely go anywhere

without Paul. I did not have a good time, laughing harder

than I have laughed in years (thank you Melynda)

with some friends I hardly ever see,

and others I haven't seen in about 13 years!!

It was strange to be without my hubby, but it was still fun.

After being out Friday night, I did not have to get up and have

Sydney at the school by 8 for a parade that didn't start till 11!

We were not just a little late because I was not just a little frustrated

at having to get up so early on a Saturday when things didn't get

rolling till much later! I would never make my kid late out of spite.

Not me!!

And I did not do a blog overhaul! I do not hope y'all like it!! :)

What did you do last week?

Hope it was fun! :)

TTFN,

Evel Emmie Knievel

Alternately titled:

The one who's going to make me go completely gray.

My first 3 kids were what you might call vanilla.

Well behaved, quiet, ease-going, you get the picture.

When Noah was a baby, he was the sweetest baby you could imagine.

Then I got pregnant with Emmie (he was 8 months) and he suddenly

became 'boy wonder'. He was strong, determined, fast, and the worst

climber I'd ever known. He climbed all. the. time.

Even so, he was precious...sweet and loving, he could do most anything

and it was ok because he'd throw those little hands around my neck

and I was a goner.

Still am. Totally over the moon for that kid.

And all the rest too.

So, anyway.

Then along came Emmie. She wasn't like any of the other babies.

All the rest had been wonderful, quiet babies.

Emmie was not. It's not that she was really fussy...except that

she was. Well, more than the others, anyway. She fussed a lot

in the evenings, and HATED to be in the car.

Now, she's getting big. She still fusses when she doesn't get her

way, and has learned to throw fits. Not that they get her anywhere,

I guess they're just the thing to do at this age. And she still

hates to be in the car.

And now she, like her older brother, has discovered climbing.

She is more daring than her brother ever thought about being.

She climbs anything that can't climb her first. Any. thing.

At first it was simple things like the coffee table and the couches.

Then she realized she could use the couch to get onto the sofa

table as well-all the while, taking out anything that happened

to be in her way-pictures, lamps, whatever.

Then it was the piano. She climbed on the bench, up the front and

onto the back, again knocking off everything.

But the kicker happened yesterday.

She started hollaring,

"Momma-TUCK! TUCK, MOMMA!!"

Tuck=stuck.

And I cringed. Cause I knew.

I didn't know what exactly, but I knew.

I walked into the living room to find this:

Yeah, that's right. I took a picture of her hanging off the

OUTSIDE of the staircase. They're blurry cause I was

trying to hurry before she fell her little butt off.

She thinks it's hilarious-as you can tell from the second picture.

She's done it over and over and over.

We can't leave her alone in the living room anymore,

even for a second.

Ugh. I can just feel the gray hairs coming in.

Are you still there??

Hello?

(hello...hello...hello)

Anyone there??

{chirp, chirp}

Sigh.

I hope y'all haven't given up on me!

I'm still here.

I've just been busy the last week with family stuff.

It was a great week!

I'll be posting the next few days about it-with pictures!

TTFN,

Wordless Wednesday-Calgon, take me away.

I so needed this today.

Lots going on...stress, worry, lots of prayer.

I haven't decided whether to blog about it or not.

It's hard to make that call when it's not your life you're

thinking about blogging about.

Let me just ask that you all be in prayer for my parents.

Both are having serious issues, financially, physically,

mentally, and spiritually.

Satan is hitting them HARD. And they don't have the faith

that we do to see them through-my dad is unsaved, and my

mom is so discouraged she actually told me the other day,

"You keep praying. At least He listens to you."

My heart is breaking it is so heavy. I don't know what to

do or how to help.

I may post more later if I feel more comfortable with it.

If not, I would ask you to lift them up anyway.

Thank you, in advance.

(Ok, so it's NOT wordless. I needed more it this way.)

TTFN,

Halftime bath.

{sigh}

The first 13 years of my marriage were ideal.

I had the man who didn't care a bit about

fishing, hunting, or sports.

That's all changed.

Well, not the fishing, hunting, or sports in general part.

But now he's ADDICTED to Alabama football!

UGH.

And even worse, he's got the older 3 all into it too.

Oh well. Here's hoping that Alabama football is the only

change he makes.

Being the good wife that I am, I'm totally

aware that there's no point in complaining

being supportive!

So this is what happened in our house tonight:

We were watching the game, and I asked him if he would

bathe the younger 3. He looked at me like I'd lost my mind

and waved his hand at the TV.

I sighed but right then the announcer said there was 4 minutes

left till halftime and I seized the moment, commenting that

he could bathe them during halftime.

He agreed and we watched the rest of the first half.

Then it was time for the halftime bath. And keeping in the

football spirit (I guess that's what he was doing!)
I heard:

Paul "JACOB, DO YOU WANT TO TAKE A BATH IN THIS TUB??"

Jacob (rather timidly-this isn't how bath usually starts) "Yes, sir?"

Paul "I SAID, DO YOU WANT TO TAKE A BATH IN THIS TUB??

Jacob (catching on) "YES SIR!!"

Paul "LET ME HEAR YOU SAY, 'ROLL TIDE!'"

Jacob "ROLL TIDE!"

Paul "NOAH, DO YOU WANT TO TAKE A BATH IN THIS TUB??"

Noah (following Jacob's lead) "YESSEW!"
Paul "LET ME HEAR YOU SAY 'ROLL TIDE!'"

Noah "WOLL TIDE!"

Paul (still loudly, but trying not to scare her)

"EMMIE, DO YOU WANT TO TAKE A BATH IN THIS TUB??"

Emmie "BAAAAH" (Emmiespeak for 'bath')

Paul "LET ME HEAR YOU SAY 'ROLL TIDE'"

Emmie "AHHHH BAAAAH!!"

Paul(laughing) "GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME-GET IN HERE!!"

{sigh again}

At least he's doing stuff with the kids. :)

TTFN,