We were in the bathroom. I was getting dressed and Aqua Man was hanging out with me. He says to me, "Mama, I'm gonna get on your counting ting (thing) and see what time it is." He was talking about the scale. So I laugh and say, "No not what time it is but how much you weigh."
"Oh tay, how much I weigh," he says.
He steps up on the scale and after a few minutes declares, "I am 5 cents."
I love him!
by plannerchick ~
I can't believe that we only have 5 weeks until it's here! Singer, Social, Baby and I have been busy bee's getting ready, and we are all super excited!
Just wanted to send a reminder out there, so that all of our readers can start getting thier consignment items ready! Remember if it's for kids you can sell it.
Cribs, Clothes, Bedding, Toys, Games, Costumes, DVD's, Books, Video Games, Maternity Wear, and the list goes on.
Now is the time to get your consigner #, and it's easy to do. If your unsure how the whole consignment sale thing works then just go to our website www.fairytalesale.com to find out more. Or you can email us at info@fairytalesale.com to get your consigner # and also to volunteer.
And if you refer 4 friends and they list you as thier refferal you get an extra 10% back on your sales!
Cannot wait to see you all there!!
AUGUST 29, 2009
by singerchick~ What is summer without playing with the water hose, getting soaked and running around shirtless? Not too much fun I say. Last week my guys and Ms. Priss had a blast outside playing. When she's at our house, Ms. Priss just tends to become one of the boys. She hangs with them well and when Little Man made her mad she just bit a chunk out of his rear-end. That's okay. He'll get her back...never fear.
And I'm so not a nature person, but I saw this outside while the kids were playing and it completely fascinated me. At first glance it looked like a stick on my car, but then it moved. It sort of freaked me out, but then I realized how neat it was. Nature is pretty cool and so is The Creator.
by singerchick~ Let me just start by saying how wonderful the past few weeks have been. I've fallen in love with the "lover of my soul" all over again and everything around me has just sort of seemed brighter, happier, more beautiful. Through His love my eyes are being opened everyday to new wonders, revelations and mysteries of His heart. Because of the realization of His love for me, I feel closer to my friends. Having connections with ladies that I've never had before in my entire thirty something years. Crazy, huh?
I believe that God is pouring out His love on His church in a new, fresh way. It's spreading like a wild fire. One person at a time. The light bulb is coming on. The realization of love is here. Grab it! It's yours and mine!
The Ladies Retreat was just a continuation of what God had already begun. We partied like rock stars! Like I had never partied before. We loved on each other and let God love on us. We sat by the pool and in the pool and talked. Oh the conversation was good, revelatory, and eye opening!
Our Papa is so good!!
So I originally started this post to tell a funny story but my fingers (and my heart) had a mind of their own. So I'll end with my story. It's the story of a mouse who had free reign in a dark, quiet house. "No scary people," the mouse thought, "this is my play ground." So he ran around with delight. Playing on kitchen counters, bathroom counters, under beds and even ON a bed where he had a little scare from a tiny person who made an awful noise with his nose. "No more beds," thought the mouse. So the playing continued all night. The little mouse was even cunningly skillful enough to dodge those traps that his friends had warned him about.
As the sun began to rise fear set in for the little mouse because he knew that the scary people would be roaming about soon and he had to get out of dodge. He searched and searched for a way out and could not find it. He heard footsteps. "Oh no, what am I to do?" the scared little mouse thought. He had no choice but to stay put in the dark space he was in. As he sat and waited his fears escalated moment by moment. His mind ran rampid with thoughts of what could happen to him. He could hear activity on the other side of the wall that caged him in his dark space. He knew without a doubt that the noise he heard was coming from the scary people.
Meanwhile the Queen of the castle woke up to a new day and jumped in the shower without any thought of a dirty little mouse. After her shower she went about her routine of drying off and preparing for her day. Then she opened the bathroom drawer. She reached her hand in to get an item and closed the drawer. Suddenly it occurred to her that something strange may have been in that drawer. She wasn't wearing her contacts yet so she thought that she could be mistaken. "I'll look again," she thought.
When she opened the drawer, she looked eyeball to eyeball with a nasty little mouse. She slammed the drawer and screamed. A loud piercing scream that could have been heard by all of the scary people in the land.
That scream was the undoing of the terrified little mouse. His heart could not take anymore and it stopped. At least he had one last night of fun before he entered into mousie heaven.
True story. Sort of.
by singerchick~
My first taste of love was my first taste of you
My first embrace was in your arms
My first kiss was the sweet kiss of heaven
You were my partner in my first dance of love
Twirling, happily lost in the moment
Never have I felt more safe or more loved
The first butterflies I felt in my belly were when you looked my way
The anticipation of what you would say, what you would do
Had me giddy with delight
My first heartbreak was in knowing that I displeased you
My first drink of grace was when you forgave me
I stepped away for a moment
Searching for my first love
Searching where you were not
Looking in places you were never to be found
But now I remember…..
You never left. You are but a whisper away.
My First Love, I am returning to you. And the butterflies are back!
I know your deeds, your hard work and your perseverance. I know that you cannot tolerate wicked men, that you have tested those who claim to be apostles but are not, and have found them false. You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love.
Revelation 2: 2-4
by singerchick~ Do you ever hear a song that just really touches your heart, ministers to you or just moves you in a big way? God has always spoken to me through music and some of my most precious times of visiting with Him have been in my car after listening to a song.
I have to say it's been a while since I've heard a song that really touched my heart. But last Wednesday night while driving from work to church I was listening to WAY-FM and Wally on TotalAxxess was interviewing David Crowder. A song that was new for him was played, How He Loves Us. It was beautiful and simple and it ministered to me that night.
Later I was talking to Planner and she asked me if I had heard this song. Long story short, she had heard it at the same time as I had and she LOVED it as well. In the interview with David Crowder he had explained how he thought the song was new but later found out that several other artists had recorded it so I went in search of the other versions and what I found was amazing.
I found the following video sung by Kim Walker recorded at a Jesus Culture conference. It is wonderfully anointed! Just watch....
Here's another I found. This is the guy that wrote the song, John Mark McMillan and he tells the "story" behind the song.
Here are the words in case you're like me and need to know the words. Be Blessed!
He Loves Us, John Mark McMillan
He is jealous for me
Love's like a hurricane
I am a tree
Bending beneath the weight of
His wind and mercy
When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory
and I realize just how beautiful You are and how great your affections are for me.
Oh, how He loves us
Oh, how He loves us
How He loves us so.
Yeah, He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves us
Oh how He loves
We are His portion and
He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption
by the grace in His eyes
If grace is an ocean, we're all sinking
So heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns
violently inside of my chest
I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way
He loves us,
whoa, how He loves us
whoa, how He loves us
Whoa, how He loves
by singerchick~This is a happy post after the previous tear inducing ones. The only thing is I'm a little sad because my BigMan is now FIVE years old. I can't believe I have a five year old! I just brought him home from the hospital. Just yesterday I was snuggling him, struggling to nurse him and trying to figure out what I was going to do with the tiny, squirmy human who I loved more than life itself.
It has been an adventure learning how to parent the past five years and I'm very proud of my big boy and the person he is and the person he is becoming. I can't wait to see what the next five years will bring.
We had a Superhero birthday party. Gone are the days that mama gets to choose the theme so I went with it. My goal with the invitation was for it to have a comic book look. This is what I came up with.
Here's the birthday boy with his Superhero cake.
His one request was a pinata so we obliged and the kids enjoyed it right up until the part where Spiderman was decapitated.
More partying.
Bigman has a thing for guns, guns of all shapes and sizes and he was very excited to get several guns for his birthday.
Notice the policeman attire. It was a superhero party and he decided to wear his policeman dress up outfit almost the entire party.
Here's babychick with supertiny. You can't see it but he had his "super baby" shirt on. So cute!
And here's planner's tiny.
by singerchick~ As the day fastly approaches for photochick to have her new tiny, I'm reminded of how I felt the last week or so before my youngest (aquaman) was born. One day it hit me HARD that I was about to have another baby and I began to mourn the loss of mine and Big Man's time together...just the two of us. It seems silly now, but my feelings were real and I was sad.
I came across a really beautiful poem. It helped me feel better even if it did make me cry harder. The poem is so true as I reread it today. My boys are truly the best of friends and it brings me great joy to hear them laughing together at their silly and exclusive jokes daily. I'm so grateful that they have each other and that I have been blessed with the both of them.
Photo, this is for you. Don't forget a tissue before you read.
Mommy’s Poem to First Born
As I hold your little hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship,
I suddenly feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited.
And I wonder:
How could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you.
I watch the pain you feel at having to share me, as you've never shared me before.
I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me.”
And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can't”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you.
I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared.
A relationship we can never quite have again.
But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being,
and feeling almost guilty.
I'm afraid to let you see me enjoying him -- as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness,
finally to genuine affection.
More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine.
The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast.
But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two.
There are new times -- only now, we are three.
I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you -- as I have for so long.
I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments.
And I begin to realize that I haven't taken something from you,
I've given something to you.
I notice that I am no longer afraid to share my love openly with both of you.
I find that my love for each of you is as different as you are, but equally strong.
And my question is finally answered, to my amazement…
Yes, I can love another child as much as I love you -- only differently.
And although I realize that you may have to share my time,
I now know you'll never share my love.
There's enough of that for both of you -- you each have your own supply.
I love you -- both and I thank you both for blessing my life.
by singerchick~ Today marks the end of a chapter of my mom's life and the beginning of a new one. Today is her last day as a teacher after 35 years. I would like to say how proud I am of her and the difference she has made as a teacher. I know she has many stories; some very rewarding, some not so much.
Teaching is a calling and I know that Mama has spent the past 35 years doing what God called her to do. She has taught children while ministering to them in ways she may have never known. The number of little lives she has touched is many.
So while I know that she is a little apprehensive about what her future holds after retirement, I'm excited to see what God has in store. It's not the end by far, but only the beginning. I love you Mama!
Here are pictures from her party at school yesterday. She was a little surprised when she came in and saw all of us there.
Getting her plaque with a little help from the grands.
Her and the kids she's going to have a lot more time to babysit now. Just kidding! ;-)
Daddy and the girls.
Beautiful Retiree
All super heros beware. There's a new kid in town and he's tough, blond and can zap you with one quick glare from his goggles. It's Aqua Man.............
I'm serious. He doesn't play......
