Update: end of August, beginning of September

On vacation: Drove to Florida to visit Doc’s parents. Lucy learned to love swimming due to their heated pool, googles that fit just right and lots of downtime to swim when she wanted. All of my kids really came into their own as swimmers in that pool.

If you are friends with me on the Facebook, pictures are posted.

This was our fourth time (maybe? can’t remember) driving to Florida. I’d love to say we enjoy every minute of each other’s company, but that would be a lie. It’s a long way to go and the family van is not the best enviroment for finding personal space to take a break from that annoying-to-you sibling.

And all the moms of more than one child know exactly what I’m talking about.

Now this is the part of this blog post in which I want to write about something that happened, but I’m not sure I want to share it publicly. It’s not a huge deal, yet it bothered me, still bothers me, and I know there are readers here who would benefit, but…

Do I really want to stir that pot?

Sorry to be all clandestine. I will share. Eventually, tip toeing through the potential minefield of emotion and over sharing.

Onward with the memory keeping: We did our favorite zoo, went out on the boat, found all sorts of Florida critters we don’t have up here in Jersey. All fun.

On the way home, we took our time with two coffee-related meetups. One in Georgia, one in Virgina, both with coffee geeks Doc met via social media. We promised the kids both times the visits would be quick.

Ha. When we start talking coffee, we can lose track of time. Poor kids!

Now home and this is the first Monday of us getting back into that mode of driving to all the stuff that kids do like AWANA, piano lessons and Wednesday night church.

It’s good to be home.

So that’s my end of August and the first bit of September.

And for those keeping track, all of the Important Bits of my old Dell are now in this old laptop which the kids used to fall in love with Minecraft and Super Tux. Right shift key won’t work. Making me crazy, but what can one do?

 

 

 

 

 

You’ve heard of Angry Birds? I give you Hungry Birds

I like to think Hitchcock would get a chuckle from our version of The Birds.

Let me set the scene for you: Last July. Island Beach State Park. Our beautiful Jersey Shore. Leftover lunch.

A boy always willing to try The Crazy.

Today’s post is inspired by my friend, Katey, buried in Idaho snow.

H – E – R – O ! God is my hero

It’s the end of Day Two of our church’s Vacation Bible School. We’re doing Superhero Headquarters. Catchy tunes, but I miss the old songs I sang as a girl. “Father Abraham,” “This Little Light of Mine,” “I am a C – H – R – I – S – T – I – A – N.”

I learned a lot of theology in those simple songs.

It’s Susan’s last year because she’s twelve, next year she wants to be a teacher’s helper so she can wear a costume. Lucy intentionally bumped up to the kindergartners. Edmund accidentally enrolled in with an older age group because I never can keep track of what his public school grade should be. Peter had everyone up at 6: 30 am so we wouldn’t be late. Yesterday we were 15 minutes late. Today we left early.

I think I finally have a child willing to be the official time keeper other than I.

I guess you can learn more than just Bible from Vacation Bible School.

I’m in the “store”. Does your church do a store, where you earn stamps for memory verses, bringing a friend, having good behavior, so you can trade in the smiley faces for candy and cheap toys? I’m not sure I like the store. Don’t tell my kids I said that.

One of my favorite aspects of VBS is the crafts. I’ve always loved the crafts. I think I’ll scan a few of my favorites from this year and post them. That may be the only way they survive.

Currently there are seven kids in my house. Ages: 12, 10, 10, 10 as of tomorrow, 9, 8 and 5.

It’s raining.

Maybe I should get off the computer.