Guess that object?

Tonight we saw a woman carrying something strange looking and I asked R what he thought it was. Ready for his response? He thought she was carrying CHICKENS! Now, I did have to quietly remind myself that my husband is as blind as a bad and I thought maybe his contacts had spontaneously popped out of his head. Although I wasn't exactly sure what it was, I was certain it was not chickens. When we got close enough to really see what she was carrying, I burst out laughing and could barely catch my breath. What my dear husband thought were chickens was actually a chandelier.

After the chandelier/chicken experience, we went to dinner(w/out the youngins) at Chili's. We had the absoulte worst service ever!!! R doesn't get upset about too much, but bad service just drives him crazy. Poor Ian was too busy gwaking at the girl w/the way to revealing top to worry about his other tables. He got $0.25 from us...$0.25 more than R wanted to give him.

R and I have spent the past few days working our tushes off trying to get our bedroom finished. We've ripped out carpet, put up sheetrock, added new windows, painted and are in the middle of refinishing the hardwood floor. HOLY SMOKES...this is a lot of work! There are parts of my body that I didn't even know could hurt. My hands are covered in several colors of paint, I've got a splinter inbedded in my palm and there's an air compressor in my bathroom. Do you feel sorry for me? ;) Actually, I have loved working alongside my husband these past few days. We're both on a mission to get this project finished and move on to the next thing God has planned for us. We've still got a few things to finish up in our room before we can move out of Eli's tiny room and back into ours. Thank goodness one of those things isn't installing a chicken chandelier!

Only Eli!

The kids and I met Rich at Taco Bell for lunch today after I picked them up from spending the morning swimming at my friend's pool. They were still in their wet suits and didn't want to change...until they got cold while we waited for Rich in Taco Bell. So, like every good mother, I got their dry clothes and told Emma to take Eli to the bathroom to change. When I turned to tell Eli to go w/his sister, I about fell out of my chair. He was standing there...in the middle of Taco Bell...NAKED!!! He decided to just go ahead and change out of his suit right there. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. He, of course, got totally embarrassed. I had to just sweep him into my arms (to try to hide his nakedness) and pull his wet swim trunks back on. It was one of the funniest things that has ever happened to me since becoming a mom. I'm sure it will be talked and laughed about for years to come! Once they both got dressed in the bathroom, Emma asked me if she ever took her clothes off in a Taco Bell. The answer to that is NO! Emma would have never dreamed of doing something like that.

For anyone who doesn't have a child like my Eli, you're probably reading this thinking how you would have just died if your kid took their clothes off in a Taco Bell. I will tell you that God has totally blessed my life w/this free-spirited little man. He is so much like me that he drives me crazy most of the time, but I couldn't love him any more if I tried.

For those of you who know Eli, you're not surprised at all!

At arm's length

I've started several blogs in the past few years only to 1-not ever do anything on them and 2-forget my passwords. So, here's hoping this time around is a little more productive.

I've been reading a blog http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/ I've cried through most of her postings, but her most recent post has found me on my knees before the One who continues to reach His hand out to me time and time again. Like this woman, I believe in Him. I love Him, but I have kept Him at arm's length just in case He let's me down. When I read that part of her post, I literally gasped and began to cry. THAT IS ME!!! I have felt this uneasiness in my spirit for a while and haven't been able to put my finger on it, but that is totally it! I have had circumstances in my past where I felt like God could have intervened and He didn't and I was devasted. I like to be in control of my life and I was sure I could have managed things much better than God did. I give God the "big" things to handle while I take care of all the other things. Like I have to actually hand things over to God...how rediculous of me. Anyway, I don't want to have my own fears, pride, selfishness...anything...put any distance between God and me anymore. I'm reaching my arms up to God to let Him grab hold of me and pull me into His arms and let Him take care of me (I haven't done such a good job).