Yesterday morning I was home by myself (Derek took the boys to church while I am still recuperating from a little surgery I had this week), when there was a knock on the door. Not feeling inclined to answer it in my pajamas, I tip-toed over and peered through the peep-hole. It was some dude with a clipboard, likely a salesman, so I ignored it and went back to the couch. On the way back, I saw him walk by our window on the side of the house and mess around at the fence (where there is no gate), so I peaked through the window to see him TAKING OFF SEVERAL BOARDS of my fence and creeping through into the backyard.
Now, usually I am a complete and total coward when it comes to stuff like this, so I don't know what on earth made me feel like I could handle this fool in the backyard by myself...in my pajamas...recovering from surgery. But for whatever reason, I marched over to the backdoor, flung it open just as he reached the porch, and said, "GET OUT NOW."
By the look on his face, I surprised the living daylights out of him, but he managed a stuttered, "I'm the plumber!"
"GET OUT. GET OUT NOW," I said in my best I-really-mean-it voice.
"But this is the address they sent me to," He pleaded.
"We didn't call for a plumber," I said firmly, "Now LEAVE!" At that, he turned and ran off the porch and slipped back through the fence as fast as he could.
Just then I thought, "Wait, the fence." So I hurried (as fast as my post-op body would allow) back to the front to order him to fix his mess. But he was already in his SUV backing out of the driveway and speeding away as fast as he could. I wish I'd had my wits about me enough to get his license plate number.
So, I don't really know what happened yesterday. Did a real plumber make a real mistake? Or did a not-so-bright thief almost rob us until he was scared away by some crazy lady with bed-head wearing no make-up, pajamas, and pink, fuzzy socks? The thing is, I don't know of any plumber who would take apart a fence to get in the backyard when the owner didn't answer the door. I mean, what's he gonna do back there? But I also don't know why any thief would try and rob someone in the middle of the day when the blinds are open, the TV is on, and clearly someone is home and just not answering the door. I guess we'll never know.
Regardless of what happened, the incident left me a little shaken. But then a verse from the Bible popped in my head, "Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it. Unless the Lord guards the city, the watchman stays awake in vain (Psalm 127:1)." I may not have known what that man was up to, but God did. He sees our house and all it's goings-on every minute of every day. And He protected me. And for that, I am extremely thankful.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Because I Am a Complete and Total Blog-Slacker...
...I thought I'd send you to a post I recently read and really enjoyed from a blog called "Scribbit," which I just recently discovered. Seriously, this is laugh-out-loud funny, so if you need a pick-me-up in your day, click HERE to read the post entitled "Wherein our Heroin Unknowingly Aids and Abets."
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
Friday, October 2, 2009
I managed a post, but I'm too tired to think of a title.
Seriously, I've sat here long enough staring at this post trying to come up with some clever way to title it. My brain has shut down.
Anyway, on with the post...
While Cole and Max are becoming best little friends, they are different in many ways. One of which is their sleep positions.
When Cole sleeps, he likes his "sheet up to his neck" and doesn't move much.
Like this:
Max, on the other hand, may or may not want to be covered, and he tosses and turns like a mad man. I never know how I'll find him when I do my nightly check before my bedtime.
Here's a sampling of the positions I've found him in:
And sometimes he just rolls right out. Good thing we still have his mattress on the floor.
I hope he calms down a little as he gets older. Otherwise, I feel for his wife.
Anyway, on with the post...
While Cole and Max are becoming best little friends, they are different in many ways. One of which is their sleep positions.
When Cole sleeps, he likes his "sheet up to his neck" and doesn't move much.
Like this:
Max, on the other hand, may or may not want to be covered, and he tosses and turns like a mad man. I never know how I'll find him when I do my nightly check before my bedtime.
Here's a sampling of the positions I've found him in:
And sometimes he just rolls right out. Good thing we still have his mattress on the floor.
I hope he calms down a little as he gets older. Otherwise, I feel for his wife.
Sweet Conversations
Today, we were sitting at the kitchen table when Cole and I had this conversation:
Cole: When I'm grown up will I still live here?
Me: Well, you'll probably want to have your own home then.
Cole: But who will be my mommy?
Me: I'll still be your mommy, we just won't live together. You might have a wife, though.
Cole: Oh. Yeah. Who will be my wife?
Me: Well, you get to choose your wife.
Cole: Oh. Well, I want you to be my wife, Mommy.
If that doesn't make you melt, I don't know what will.
Cole: When I'm grown up will I still live here?
Me: Well, you'll probably want to have your own home then.
Cole: But who will be my mommy?
Me: I'll still be your mommy, we just won't live together. You might have a wife, though.
Cole: Oh. Yeah. Who will be my wife?
Me: Well, you get to choose your wife.
Cole: Oh. Well, I want you to be my wife, Mommy.
If that doesn't make you melt, I don't know what will.
Monday, September 7, 2009
A Visitor in the Night
It was around 3:00 in the morning, although I didn't know it at the time; it felt like I had just closed my eyes. We had stayed up late watching the movie Prince Caspian, but even still it took me awhile to go to sleep, my mind swirling with thoughts; thoughts from the day, thoughts from the movie that evening, and thoughts from the Lord of the Rings Trilogy we had watched the week before. Finally, I fell asleep.
I was curled up on my side facing the door to our bedroom. A noise stirred me from my sleep and I opened my eyes in time to see the door opening. Naturally, I assumed it was one of my boys.
My eyes came into focus and I stared in disbelief. Coming through the doorway was not one of my sweet sons, but rather, a dwarf! Startled, I sat up quickly. Friend or foe, I did not know, but slowly and silently it approached the bed. Alarmed, I clamored to the end of the bed and tried desperately to alert Derek to the stranger in the room. To my panic and frustration, my mouth would not form the words. Like a 1 year old who can't speak but knows what she wants, I pointed and grunted at the thing coming towards me.
As the dwarf at last made it to our bed, Derek awoke, sat up, and said quickly, "What's the matter?"
Finally, the words came. I pointed and exclaimed with an exhaling breath, "There's someone here!"
In the same moment I said those words, something happened to our little visitor. He morphed right before my very eyes. He went from being very distinctly dwarf...to very distinctly Max!
Shaken and confused, I heard Derek say, "Max, you need to go back to bed, son."
Feeling embarrassed and still shaking, I quickly offered, "I'll take him."
Just as quickly, Max responded, "Daddy do it."
I can't say that I blame him. I'd want my nice calm daddy to take me back to bed too after seeing my crazy mommy act like a mad woman.
I only hope I don't have any other strange sightings in the night, or I may end up in the loony bin. Good thing my family loves me so much. I know they'd come and visit me; dwarfs and all.
I was curled up on my side facing the door to our bedroom. A noise stirred me from my sleep and I opened my eyes in time to see the door opening. Naturally, I assumed it was one of my boys.
My eyes came into focus and I stared in disbelief. Coming through the doorway was not one of my sweet sons, but rather, a dwarf! Startled, I sat up quickly. Friend or foe, I did not know, but slowly and silently it approached the bed. Alarmed, I clamored to the end of the bed and tried desperately to alert Derek to the stranger in the room. To my panic and frustration, my mouth would not form the words. Like a 1 year old who can't speak but knows what she wants, I pointed and grunted at the thing coming towards me.
As the dwarf at last made it to our bed, Derek awoke, sat up, and said quickly, "What's the matter?"
Finally, the words came. I pointed and exclaimed with an exhaling breath, "There's someone here!"
In the same moment I said those words, something happened to our little visitor. He morphed right before my very eyes. He went from being very distinctly dwarf...to very distinctly Max!
Shaken and confused, I heard Derek say, "Max, you need to go back to bed, son."
Feeling embarrassed and still shaking, I quickly offered, "I'll take him."
Just as quickly, Max responded, "Daddy do it."
I can't say that I blame him. I'd want my nice calm daddy to take me back to bed too after seeing my crazy mommy act like a mad woman.
I only hope I don't have any other strange sightings in the night, or I may end up in the loony bin. Good thing my family loves me so much. I know they'd come and visit me; dwarfs and all.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Mommy's Little Helpers
Cole and Max love to help me in the kitchen. When I can, I come up with little jobs for them to do when I cook dinner or bake goodies.
For example, when I make roast potatoes, I let them "paint" on the oil, then they sprinkle on the seasonings (I pre-measure it for them so their eager little hands don't accidentally put too much). When they the boys have finished their job, I just toss the potatoes to get the yummy stuff distributed evenly.
And they love to help wash dishes. I fill up one sink with soapy water and the other with plain water. Cole washes, and then Max rinses off the bubbles. I usually have to re-wash some things, but it keeps them busy for awhile while I do other things in the kitchen. Cole is great at this; Max, I have to watch. After awhile he thinks it's more fun to splash the water everywhere instead of rinse off the bubbles. But it's great for a little while!
For example, when I make roast potatoes, I let them "paint" on the oil, then they sprinkle on the seasonings (I pre-measure it for them so their eager little hands don't accidentally put too much). When they the boys have finished their job, I just toss the potatoes to get the yummy stuff distributed evenly.
And they love to help wash dishes. I fill up one sink with soapy water and the other with plain water. Cole washes, and then Max rinses off the bubbles. I usually have to re-wash some things, but it keeps them busy for awhile while I do other things in the kitchen. Cole is great at this; Max, I have to watch. After awhile he thinks it's more fun to splash the water everywhere instead of rinse off the bubbles. But it's great for a little while!
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