"Mom, for some reason sometimes my spine feels a little crusty..."
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Reillyism
Core Group- n. a group of four to five same-gender Christians within the Foundry who meet together with a leader once a week for spiritual encouragement, accountability, and fellowship
So we made our normal donut stop Sunday morning and the kids were happily eating their chocolate glazed in the back seat when Reilly pipes in with,
"Mom, thanks SO much for the donuts!" (I'm the one who runs in and picks them up.)
"No problem Reilly, but you really should thank dad. He is the one who makes the money so that we can buy things like donuts."
"But mom, you make money too."
"Oh, I do? How do you think I make money?"
"Well," (slight pause with thought) "you lead a core group."
Kurt and I looked at each other and cracked up. For one, I do not lead a core group. I haven't led a core group in years. Secondly, who knew there was such great money in leading a core group? Maybe I should consider a second career...
So we made our normal donut stop Sunday morning and the kids were happily eating their chocolate glazed in the back seat when Reilly pipes in with,
"Mom, thanks SO much for the donuts!" (I'm the one who runs in and picks them up.)
"No problem Reilly, but you really should thank dad. He is the one who makes the money so that we can buy things like donuts."
"But mom, you make money too."
"Oh, I do? How do you think I make money?"
"Well," (slight pause with thought) "you lead a core group."
Kurt and I looked at each other and cracked up. For one, I do not lead a core group. I haven't led a core group in years. Secondly, who knew there was such great money in leading a core group? Maybe I should consider a second career...
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Busyness
Yesterday was quite a day! Here was the schedule.
9:30 Shea and Kinley have a friend's birthday party
10 a.m. Reilly's last basketball game
10 a.m. Camdyn has a friend's birthday party
10:30 Kurt has a wedding rehearsal in Simi (30 minutes away)
1:30 Reilly's baseball practice
How would you manage this? It was a little crazy for us, but we managed to fit it all in! The funny thing was that after I dropped off the big girls, I took Cam to her party. We showed up to find the birthday girl in sweats, and no other kids there....hmmmmm..... I stood there a little puzzled, and then the mom informed me that the party was last week! I'll blame it on the pregnancy. She graciously accepted responsibility saying she must have miscommunicated, BUT I was the only lame-o mom that didn't figure it out!! I overruled her and took the blame.
I know that this is just a taste of what's to come once the other kids are involved in more activities and we have to juggle more things... Thankfully we had a great day and the kids had lots of fun.
We are soooo looking forward to hearing Fernando Ortega tonight at church! He blesses my days with his soothing music (in the midst of the noise!) and ministers to my kidlets at night as they're going to sleep (with his amazing hymns!) Macy loves "Nando". Reilly is excited to see someone famous, expanding his exposure to Third Day (his favorite) AND Fernando Ortega.
9:30 Shea and Kinley have a friend's birthday party
10 a.m. Reilly's last basketball game
10 a.m. Camdyn has a friend's birthday party
10:30 Kurt has a wedding rehearsal in Simi (30 minutes away)
1:30 Reilly's baseball practice
How would you manage this? It was a little crazy for us, but we managed to fit it all in! The funny thing was that after I dropped off the big girls, I took Cam to her party. We showed up to find the birthday girl in sweats, and no other kids there....hmmmmm..... I stood there a little puzzled, and then the mom informed me that the party was last week! I'll blame it on the pregnancy. She graciously accepted responsibility saying she must have miscommunicated, BUT I was the only lame-o mom that didn't figure it out!! I overruled her and took the blame.
I know that this is just a taste of what's to come once the other kids are involved in more activities and we have to juggle more things... Thankfully we had a great day and the kids had lots of fun.
We are soooo looking forward to hearing Fernando Ortega tonight at church! He blesses my days with his soothing music (in the midst of the noise!) and ministers to my kidlets at night as they're going to sleep (with his amazing hymns!) Macy loves "Nando". Reilly is excited to see someone famous, expanding his exposure to Third Day (his favorite) AND Fernando Ortega.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Left Behind...
Yesterday the Gebhards' clan could all be seen running around the Sports Complex here in our neck of the woods. We had a great day. Reilly had a basketball game there so we all watched his game, ate some snacks, then ran around on the park for a while. There's something about the park... the little ones can't seem to break away. So Kurt and I decided to try a little "experiment" of sorts. When we decided it was time to go, Macy absolutely refused to come. So I started dialoguing with her.
"Macy, we are all going now. See all the kids? They're all going to the car."
"No!! I no wanna go!!!"
"Macy, we're going home. See? All of the kids are in the car now. Let's get your shoes on. Are you going to come with us?" She's turning her back to me, heading toward the structure. She would not comply. So Kurt and I chatted quietly for a minute.
"Okay Macy, we're leaving now. You wanna stay here? We'll come back later and pick you up."
I headed to the car, where Kurt and the kids were now waiting.
"Bye Macy!"
"Bye!" she replied, waving. No kidding. No flinching, she wanted to stay.
So I got into the car, and we shut all the doors. She had turned her back on us once again, and was climbing on the structure. We backed out of our space, and rolled down the windows as we drove away (shouting and waving) to make sure she saw us.
"Bye Macy!" We all yelled. She turned, waved to us, and turned right back around to the slide. She had made up her mind.
Shall we say, fiercely independent? We drove off and around the entire parking lot (with our eyes still on her). She didn't look back at us once. Wow. She really wanted to stay, and had no concern for being there alone. By the time we got back to her, I had to pry her off of the structure, and she was not happy about going... but we all told her how much we love her and how we could never leave her there. She didn't care. She simply had one thing on her mind.
"Macy, we are all going now. See all the kids? They're all going to the car."
"No!! I no wanna go!!!"
"Macy, we're going home. See? All of the kids are in the car now. Let's get your shoes on. Are you going to come with us?" She's turning her back to me, heading toward the structure. She would not comply. So Kurt and I chatted quietly for a minute.
"Okay Macy, we're leaving now. You wanna stay here? We'll come back later and pick you up."
I headed to the car, where Kurt and the kids were now waiting.
"Bye Macy!"
"Bye!" she replied, waving. No kidding. No flinching, she wanted to stay.
So I got into the car, and we shut all the doors. She had turned her back on us once again, and was climbing on the structure. We backed out of our space, and rolled down the windows as we drove away (shouting and waving) to make sure she saw us.
"Bye Macy!" We all yelled. She turned, waved to us, and turned right back around to the slide. She had made up her mind.
Shall we say, fiercely independent? We drove off and around the entire parking lot (with our eyes still on her). She didn't look back at us once. Wow. She really wanted to stay, and had no concern for being there alone. By the time we got back to her, I had to pry her off of the structure, and she was not happy about going... but we all told her how much we love her and how we could never leave her there. She didn't care. She simply had one thing on her mind.
Monday, February 16, 2009
What???
So we were on our way to church Sunday morning, when Camdyn pipes up from the seat behind me, only I couldn't understand what she was asking.
"Mom, were you mean?" That's what I thought I heard her say first.
"What honey?" I tried turning around to see her so I could tell what she was asking, but I missed it again. I then thought she was asking,
"Mom, were you meat?" I was confused at this point, but finally got turned around completely so I could see her little mouth move.
"One more time, Camdyn?"
"Mom, were you weaned?!?!" Oh my. I sure wasn't expecting that! Where did that come from?
"Yes, Cam. I am thankful that I am no longer nursing," was my answer. I suppose I should be thankful for the faithful Sunday School teachers and their ability to leave a lasting impression with their lessons. Cam informed me that she learned about "weaning" at her class (church) last week, and apparently was meditating on what she learned while on the way to church...
"Mom, were you mean?" That's what I thought I heard her say first.
"What honey?" I tried turning around to see her so I could tell what she was asking, but I missed it again. I then thought she was asking,
"Mom, were you meat?" I was confused at this point, but finally got turned around completely so I could see her little mouth move.
"One more time, Camdyn?"
"Mom, were you weaned?!?!" Oh my. I sure wasn't expecting that! Where did that come from?
"Yes, Cam. I am thankful that I am no longer nursing," was my answer. I suppose I should be thankful for the faithful Sunday School teachers and their ability to leave a lasting impression with their lessons. Cam informed me that she learned about "weaning" at her class (church) last week, and apparently was meditating on what she learned while on the way to church...
Friday, February 13, 2009
Nichole...
I just posted a blog on Nichole Greene's blog. Please read it, and continue to keep them in your prayers!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Another Day in the Life...
Well, I made it through the Doctor's appointment, with only one small comment that I was dreading. I like Inna. She is the nurse practitioner I saw today. She looked at my chart after the weigh in, and simply said, "Everything looks good, except (that dreaded word) that the weight gain is a little more than we like to see..." Ugh. I knew it was coming.
Anyway, nothing a little Target shopping couldn't cure. So we headed for a quick trip to Target, to brighten the afternoon. Just a short trip, since we only had around an hour to get Kinley to school. I think this was the first time I had been to Target without even one thing on a list to buy, but that didn't stop me. So as I was browsing through the linens, the kind Target worker gave me the heads-up that there were TWO aisles that she had just personally discounted to 75% off. I made a beeline to those designated aisles, and thus began the shopping madness. Sheet sets for $4.98. I recently realized that the kids had only a set of sheets (each), with one extra to spare. So a few of those went into the cart. That was the beginning. Then there were twin comforters that were great for Reilly's new bunk beds, a great beach blanket (comforter) for $15, and several other things I couldn't pass up. Target's always good for returns, too. So we're heading out the door when the real mayhem began. This is kind of embarrassing, but the cart was so full that I had to take the kids out. So when we were checking out, the kids were bouncing around and getting in other people's way. I was digging through my purse looking for the keys and my wallet, and found only one of the two. I knew I had hooked the keys onto the shopping cart cover, but they weren't there now. Cam had sat in the front of the cart at one point, and admitted to unhooking the keys when I asked. Oh NO. We were for sure already in a time crunch, and now no keys. So I pay for the goods, and they're all sitting there unbagged on the counter, when the cashier starts ringing up the next person's stuff. This tempted me to frustration, since I had my hands full and normally they help load the cart. He was young and new (I know all of the regular cashiers there) and was unphased at the chaos in front of his eyes. I hadn't even had the chance to move my cart out of the way. Another kind (woman) cashier came over to help when she saw what was happening. So the dilemma remained- no keys, and no school for Kinley until we find them. We shoved all of the stuff into the cart, and I shoved Macy into the seat, and we were off to scour the aisles for keys. After 15 minutes of searching, and lots of questions for Cam that led to nowhere ("Cam, do you remember where we were when you dropped them?" "Um...right here." Same question, and same answer 5 minutes later in another section), God's hand of providence had not brought us to them. So I called Kurt. He graciously listened to my sob story, then reminded me that God knew exactly where they were. We got off the phone, and Kurt said he would pray for me. This is where it gets good. Not even a minute after I hung up the phone, a thought occurred to me. Did I see the keys in the trash can we picked up? I dug down through a couple of layers of bedding, and sure enough, there they were in the bottom of the trash can (which the cashier had rung up and placed a blanket inside of on top of the keys???????!!!!!!!!!!???). Praise the Lord.
Out the door we went. As the frustration was wearing off, I asked the girls, "Does anyone want a Happy Meal from McDonalds??" (That's code language for mommy wants a big burger and fries and chocolate milkshake right now because she thinks it will make her feel better) The happy answer, "YES!!" and that was the end of the dilemma and frustration. Kinley was 30 minutes late, but there are worse things than a Kindergartner missing a few minutes of class...
Anyway, nothing a little Target shopping couldn't cure. So we headed for a quick trip to Target, to brighten the afternoon. Just a short trip, since we only had around an hour to get Kinley to school. I think this was the first time I had been to Target without even one thing on a list to buy, but that didn't stop me. So as I was browsing through the linens, the kind Target worker gave me the heads-up that there were TWO aisles that she had just personally discounted to 75% off. I made a beeline to those designated aisles, and thus began the shopping madness. Sheet sets for $4.98. I recently realized that the kids had only a set of sheets (each), with one extra to spare. So a few of those went into the cart. That was the beginning. Then there were twin comforters that were great for Reilly's new bunk beds, a great beach blanket (comforter) for $15, and several other things I couldn't pass up. Target's always good for returns, too. So we're heading out the door when the real mayhem began. This is kind of embarrassing, but the cart was so full that I had to take the kids out. So when we were checking out, the kids were bouncing around and getting in other people's way. I was digging through my purse looking for the keys and my wallet, and found only one of the two. I knew I had hooked the keys onto the shopping cart cover, but they weren't there now. Cam had sat in the front of the cart at one point, and admitted to unhooking the keys when I asked. Oh NO. We were for sure already in a time crunch, and now no keys. So I pay for the goods, and they're all sitting there unbagged on the counter, when the cashier starts ringing up the next person's stuff. This tempted me to frustration, since I had my hands full and normally they help load the cart. He was young and new (I know all of the regular cashiers there) and was unphased at the chaos in front of his eyes. I hadn't even had the chance to move my cart out of the way. Another kind (woman) cashier came over to help when she saw what was happening. So the dilemma remained- no keys, and no school for Kinley until we find them. We shoved all of the stuff into the cart, and I shoved Macy into the seat, and we were off to scour the aisles for keys. After 15 minutes of searching, and lots of questions for Cam that led to nowhere ("Cam, do you remember where we were when you dropped them?" "Um...right here." Same question, and same answer 5 minutes later in another section), God's hand of providence had not brought us to them. So I called Kurt. He graciously listened to my sob story, then reminded me that God knew exactly where they were. We got off the phone, and Kurt said he would pray for me. This is where it gets good. Not even a minute after I hung up the phone, a thought occurred to me. Did I see the keys in the trash can we picked up? I dug down through a couple of layers of bedding, and sure enough, there they were in the bottom of the trash can (which the cashier had rung up and placed a blanket inside of on top of the keys???????!!!!!!!!!!???). Praise the Lord.
Out the door we went. As the frustration was wearing off, I asked the girls, "Does anyone want a Happy Meal from McDonalds??" (That's code language for mommy wants a big burger and fries and chocolate milkshake right now because she thinks it will make her feel better) The happy answer, "YES!!" and that was the end of the dilemma and frustration. Kinley was 30 minutes late, but there are worse things than a Kindergartner missing a few minutes of class...
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