No Creative Title Today

Today started out pretty rough. It's always so hard to get the kids up in the morning and today was no exception.

Last night they told me they had to wear blue today because the school was taking a 25th anniversary photo. No problem - I know they have blue stuff so I wasn't concerned about finding anything.

Sam wasn't too difficult this morning. He got up, found his something blue to wear, brushed his teeth, made his bed and came down for breakfast.

While he was doing this, Jules sat on her bed, yawning.

I tried to kick her into gear and went to make my own bed and get dressed. As I was passing her room with Jordan, she was then sitting on her bedroom floor, yawning.

After a brief argument about why she couldn't wear the same skirt she wore yesterday, I headed down the stairs to prepare their breakfast.

I put their breakfast on the table and still no Julie.

I changed Jordan's diaper and got her dressed for the day and still no Julie.

I made lunches and still no Julie.

Finally she comes downstairs for breakfast and she's wearing a turtleneck.

???

I explain as patiently as I possibly can that it is much too warm for a turtleneck and she will need to change. < Insert drama here > She tells me that the only other shirt she has that is blue is too small.

Sigh. Ten minutes to departure time.

I send her back upstairs to find another shirt. She comes down wearing the one that is too small.

My patience is all but gone. I send her back upstairs while I put their lunches into their backpacks, then I headed up to help her. She is sitting on her bedroom floor, yawning.

Five minutes to departure. She isn't dressed, her bed isn't made and her teeth and hair haven't been brushed.

Suffice it to say, it wasn't my finest morning as a mother. Cut to the end...she headed out the front door with a lovely blue shirt with little flowers on it. Lovely.

< Insert eye roll here >

By this time we had about two minutes to get to school, which is a five minute drive. They were dropped off with a "Hustle! Hustle!" and I was off to my next stop.

I made it to the church by nine for the Ladies Coffee Hour. I am SO glad I went. My friend Jen came as well which was really nice. We started off talking about books we've read, and one lady started talking about Heaven and that she'd read a book that talked about Heaven, what it looked like, smelled like, what we'll do, etc., as well as different levels of Heaven. This was the first time I'd heard of this and I didn't feel very good listening to it. I'm going to have to look for this in the bible to find out more about this.

We also talked about the jewels we'll have in our crown and how we live here will determine what/how many jewels we will have in Heaven. I thought about this all day and ended up calling Ian to ask about it. He is incredibly knowledgeable about the bible, I have to say. So I asked him...what if I get to Heaven and I haven't "earned" any jewels? Will it be like back in the day when we had to do the Canada Fitness Test and the kids that didn't even win a bronze badge (ie; me) were given a Participation Pin? Will I get something like a Participation Jewel?

Oh the crazy things I waste my time thinking about.

We also had a great conversation about friendship, which led to friendships with non-Christians. I have often felt attacked by one of my friends in particular, as though this person is always trying to catch me being less-than-Christian, then takes joy in pointing it out to me. We also shared ideas about how to witness to those who are unbelievers. Lots of great ideas, without making the friend feel like its our "pet project" to get them saved.

Anyway, it was a great morning and I'm looking forward to next week.

We went to Costco today and took our time browsing. I love looking at everything they have and trying out their samples. We bought Jordan a toy that looks like a gum ball machine, and you feed in these balls that have little characters inside and she presses the lever and out comes a ball just like a gum ball machine. It said six months and up but she is BRILLIANT and can play with it now.

Once we got home I opened it up and we played with it for awhile. She's so cute. She's starting to sit on her own and can do it for about five seconds before she either falls over or does what I call the slow-fold-over and ends up bent in half, practically kissing the floor. She seemed to enjoy the lights and noises the toy made.

SCORE!

Sam went to bed feeling sick tonight. I don't know what happened but it came on pretty fast. I might have company tomorrow.

I watched last night's episode of 90210 tonight and I just know I'm going to get hooked on it. Some of the casting is annoying and the story lines are quick and predictable but still... I'll watch.

I would just like to go on the record and tell any 90210 fans that might be reading my blog, that STEVE SANDERS is the father of Kelly's son. Just get a load of those crazy blonde curls. I know what I'm talking about.

Is it sad to admit that my favourite movie right now is The Cheetah Girls: One World? Yes...I suppose it is. My friend Amanda watched it too and she has a 2 yr old son and a newborn daughter, no one old enough (young enough?) to be into The Cheetah Girls. So... we're lame together I guess. Like peas and carrots, we are.

My brand new calendar has been updated, colour coded and highlighted, and all stickers and birthdays noted. It is a work of art and very pretty to look at. I actually instructed Ian on the "proper" way to write things on the calendar so it stays neat and orderly.

Wow. I'm a control freak. Ha. Like that's news to anyone.

I am hoping, hoping, hoping that Jordan sleeps better tonight. She is way off her schedule of only waking once a night. I think she's teething and that is waking her. Poor little lamb.

Ian informed me this morning that - in my sleep - I shoved him right in the chest while he was sleeping. He woke up with quite a jolt and I said something to him about having to "get her...get her!" Or something like that. I don't know because I was sleeping. Poor guy. Its no longer enough to talk or hum in my sleep....now I've taken to beating him up!