My beautiful Mom, it's her birthday tomorrow:)
Brianna and Raquel playing Polly Pockets while on a walk.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Our Weekend at Campo-í
The Hotel Campo-í
Drinking Tereré
Making duck bills out of cookies
Drinking Tereré
Making duck bills out of cookies
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Happy Mother's Day!
Little girls are the nicest things that can happen to people....
They are born with a bit of angelshine about them, and though it wears thin sometimes,
there is always enough left to lasso your heart,
even when they are sitting in the mud, or crying temperamental tears,
or parading up the street in Mother's best clothes. .
A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the world.
She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves,
yet just when you open your mouth,
she stands there demure with that special look in her eyes.
A girl is Innocence playing in the mud,
Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot...
God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl.
He uses the song of a bird, the squeal of a pig, the stubbornness of a mule,
the antics of a monkey, the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity of a cat,
the speed of a gazelle, the slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten,
and to top it all off, He adds the mysterious mind of a woman.
A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, first grade, noisemakers,
the girl next door, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons, ice cream, kitchens,
colouring books, make-up, cans of water, going visiting, tea parties, and one boy.
She doesn't care so much for visitors, boys in general, large dogs, hand-me-downs,
straight chairs, vegetables, snowsuits, or staying in the front yard.
She is loudest when you are thinking, the prettiest when she has provoked you,
the busiest at bedtime, the quietest when you want to show her off,
and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again.
Who else can cause you more grief, joy, irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment,
and genuine delight than this combination of Eve, Salome, and Florence Nightingale?
She can mess up your home, your hair, and your dignity,
She can spend your money, your time, and your patience
and just when your temper is ready to crack,
her sunshine peeks through and you've lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-wracking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief.
But when your dreams tumble down and the world is a mess,
when it seems you are pretty much a fool after all,
she can make you a king or queen when she climbs on your
knee and whispers, "I love you best of all!"
They are born with a bit of angelshine about them, and though it wears thin sometimes,
there is always enough left to lasso your heart,
even when they are sitting in the mud, or crying temperamental tears,
or parading up the street in Mother's best clothes. .
A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the world.
She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves,
yet just when you open your mouth,
she stands there demure with that special look in her eyes.
A girl is Innocence playing in the mud,
Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot...
God borrows from many creatures to make a little girl.
He uses the song of a bird, the squeal of a pig, the stubbornness of a mule,
the antics of a monkey, the spryness of a grasshopper, the curiosity of a cat,
the speed of a gazelle, the slyness of a fox, the softness of a kitten,
and to top it all off, He adds the mysterious mind of a woman.
A little girl likes new shoes, party dresses, small animals, first grade, noisemakers,
the girl next door, dolls, make-believe, dancing lessons, ice cream, kitchens,
colouring books, make-up, cans of water, going visiting, tea parties, and one boy.
She doesn't care so much for visitors, boys in general, large dogs, hand-me-downs,
straight chairs, vegetables, snowsuits, or staying in the front yard.
She is loudest when you are thinking, the prettiest when she has provoked you,
the busiest at bedtime, the quietest when you want to show her off,
and the most flirtatious when she absolutely must not get the best of you again.
Who else can cause you more grief, joy, irritation, satisfaction, embarrassment,
and genuine delight than this combination of Eve, Salome, and Florence Nightingale?
She can mess up your home, your hair, and your dignity,
She can spend your money, your time, and your patience
and just when your temper is ready to crack,
her sunshine peeks through and you've lost again.
Yes, she is a nerve-wracking nuisance, just a noisy bundle of mischief.
But when your dreams tumble down and the world is a mess,
when it seems you are pretty much a fool after all,
she can make you a king or queen when she climbs on your
knee and whispers, "I love you best of all!"
Thanks Mom, for being my Mom! I love you best of all!
For all the Moms, Moms of Daughters and Daughters out there: HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!
Friday, May 7, 2010
Silver spoon and silly sisters!
If you are not familiar with the wandering silver spoon, check out my older posts about it.
As most of you know, my baby sister ( 3 years younger than I), arrived here from Canada last week. She's currently studying "something in languages" in Langley, B.C. (Sorry, J, I forgot what its called) Her name is Andrea, but we all call her J.
On Tuesday, my sisters, C and J came over to my house for Tereré. We were having a lovely sister-sister chat, and I told my sisters I was having some problems with one of my dear daughters. Because I was really struggling with this, I didn't explain too much, but hoped they would understand and maybe be able to give me some advice or a back rub:)
We had a good time and they went home again.
That evening C sent me a message on my phone: "Matthew 7: 7&8."
I looked it up and it says:
I immediately broke out in tears (I cry easily:) and thought about the book C had lent me: "The Strong-Willed Child" by Dr. Dobson. I was thinking she gave me the perfect advice. I should ask the Lord for wisdom, I should have looked for an answer. And I found the answer to my problem in this book.
Fast forward to today, Friday, chilly weather.
C writes an SMS: Coffee or Maté? (Maté is the hot version of Terere, a yerba tea)
I write: Will be drinking terere with Marv.
She writes: Are you knitting something? Good weather for that!
(since when is she interested in my knitting?)
I write: I interrupted knitting my sweater for your slippers (the ones she asked me to make for her), first one done, will start the second one now.
She writes: No rush! Have a good day!
(what was that all about?)
Then she writes: Waiting for a cutlery comment
AHHHHHHHH! Now I get it!!!
I raced to my knitting basket, throw everything out, and find: THE SILVER SPOON!
She called me later and apologized for messing with me. Then she said, she had sent the verse, hoping I would start looking for the spoon. And I thought, she was sending me loving advice.
I just have to say, the Lord works in mysterious ways. Because the scripture she sent was just right.
I threatened C with revenge, but actually all I want to give her is a hug.
I love my sisters!!!
P.S. Caroline, I'm letting Grayson eat your slippers, sorry:)
As most of you know, my baby sister ( 3 years younger than I), arrived here from Canada last week. She's currently studying "something in languages" in Langley, B.C. (Sorry, J, I forgot what its called) Her name is Andrea, but we all call her J.
On Tuesday, my sisters, C and J came over to my house for Tereré. We were having a lovely sister-sister chat, and I told my sisters I was having some problems with one of my dear daughters. Because I was really struggling with this, I didn't explain too much, but hoped they would understand and maybe be able to give me some advice or a back rub:)
We had a good time and they went home again.
That evening C sent me a message on my phone: "Matthew 7: 7&8."
I looked it up and it says:
"Ask and it will be given to you;
seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks receives;
he who seeks finds;
and to him who knocks,
the door will be opened."
I wrote back to C: "Thanks, so simple and yet so hard. I was praticing throwing today: throwing my worries on Him. We had a better day today, PTL"
Fast forward to today, Friday, chilly weather.
C writes an SMS: Coffee or Maté? (Maté is the hot version of Terere, a yerba tea)
I write: Will be drinking terere with Marv.
She writes: Are you knitting something? Good weather for that!
(since when is she interested in my knitting?)
I write: I interrupted knitting my sweater for your slippers (the ones she asked me to make for her), first one done, will start the second one now.
She writes: No rush! Have a good day!
(what was that all about?)
Then she writes: Waiting for a cutlery comment
AHHHHHHHH! Now I get it!!!
I raced to my knitting basket, throw everything out, and find: THE SILVER SPOON!
She called me later and apologized for messing with me. Then she said, she had sent the verse, hoping I would start looking for the spoon. And I thought, she was sending me loving advice.
I just have to say, the Lord works in mysterious ways. Because the scripture she sent was just right.
I threatened C with revenge, but actually all I want to give her is a hug.
I love my sisters!!!
P.S. Caroline, I'm letting Grayson eat your slippers, sorry:)
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Random Tuesday Thoughts and Pics
I'm participating in the linking party with the Un Mom, titled Random Tuesday Thoughts. My blog friend Stacy (the random cool chick) is on there too, so I decided to try. So if you want to check out other bloggers random thoughts go here:
1. Random thought: I love getting pedicures. It's still a luxury for me, so I just get my nails done every few months. (I use to wear only closed shoes, because I was embarassed about my feet. Look how far I've come:)
2. Random thought: I love sunset and harvest pictures. 2-in-1 photo here: Sesame stacks and the sunset.
1. Random thought: I love getting pedicures. It's still a luxury for me, so I just get my nails done every few months. (I use to wear only closed shoes, because I was embarassed about my feet. Look how far I've come:)
2. Random thought: I love sunset and harvest pictures. 2-in-1 photo here: Sesame stacks and the sunset.
3. Random thought: It was Amy's soccer tournament last week. Even though she doesn't like gym, she loves vollyball and soccer. I watched them win 12 - 1. YAY! (She's the goalie.)
Isn't that the look of triumph?
4. Random thought: I love cats. And finally after begging like crazy, (me- not the kids) my dear husband allowed us to get another cat, to keep me and Eskimo company.
The little stinker's name is Grayson. If I leave him outside, he'll come crawling up the window screen, meowing for me to help him down and watch him play.
Isn't that the look of triumph?
4. Random thought: I love cats. And finally after begging like crazy, (me- not the kids) my dear husband allowed us to get another cat, to keep me and Eskimo company.
The little stinker's name is Grayson. If I leave him outside, he'll come crawling up the window screen, meowing for me to help him down and watch him play.
P.S. I just found out today, that there are only 3 bloggers in the Chaco:
Shilo at http://myplaceofpeace.blogspot.com/
and Betty at http://glimpseintomidlife.blogspot.com/
and me:).
We should establish a club! L"
(Someone, please tell me how to place a link underneath a name!)
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