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Waiting, waiting, waiting...I feel like life is in limbo while I wait. I'm not sure how to proceed or what to do.

2 Corinthians 10:5
"We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ. "

Her little black ballet flats

They look so precious on her feet for school. The way she poses and admires herself in the mirror. I just want to eat her up! And then the cute tomboy comes out in her and they return home all scuffed up.

And then I'm grateful I got them on clearance and have black shoe polish.

As I was saying...

I *really* love sweet tiny gherkin pickles. ;) And why are recipes containing condensed soup so ridiculously good while being so bad for you?

(this is me pretending that I didn't ignore my blog for the past two months)

 Hope you (whoever you are) had a great summer! I will hopefully be more consistent again!

Tantrum

You know it's been a rough day when your almost five year old says, "Mommy, I'm glad you are over your temper tantrum and being mad." :o/ Me too, buddy. Me too... That statement was followed by the best hugs and kisses though and an apology from Mommy.

My Little Mommy

That was and is my name for her. She was my mentor and second mom for the past 19ish years and she lost her battle with cancer last Sunday night. I got to spend time at my bestie's house tonight (who is my little mommy's actual daughter). My little mommy's husband and twin sister are staying there and they were working on the eulogy and picking out songs for the slide show. I got to be there, be a part of the process of remembering and honoring her. It was good and where I was supposed to be. I miss her. She made a tremendous impact on my life and the lives of countless others. I am weary and cannot find the words at this time to express how much I love her. Miss you so much Little Mommy and can't wait until I get to see you again!!

Vocabulary

Driving home from preschool the other day, my four year old is talking about when we get home and specifically says, "Mommy, when Caleb gets into mischief..." Not trouble, mind you, but mischief. I thought it was so cute I just about died laughing.

Hoping your day is mischief free!

I wonder if the neighbors caught that?

Wow! It's been *weeks* since I last blogged. I was a little worried I might have forgotten my password! ;o) Here's a quick update of the past six-ish weeks:

1. My toes were very sad and took a long time to heal.
2. 5 out of 6 of us had a bad stomach flu (I miraculously came out of it unscathed minus getting puked on by my oldest).
3. All of us then had a really, really bad head cold.
4. One of our dearest "couple" friends moved out of state and I tried my best to get every moment we could in with them.
5. The 49ers didn't make it to the Superbowl.
6. My husband switched careers.
7. I've felt like a basket case on many occasions.
8. My toes finally healed and I got to enjoy flip flops yesterday (I felt that gorgeous day was just for me.).

Now on to what got me back to blogging. Let me set the scene for you. It's late morning here at the house. My girl is at school and my first born boy is at his grandparents' house. I am in my kitchen talking on the phone to my sis and looking out the window while the littlest guys play. I suddenly see this blur run by and I realize it's Twin #2. The phone is quickly hung up mid conversation and flung onto the couch as I sprint for the door which is wide open. I would like to interject that we have a safety cover over the door knob which was locked and I'm pretty sure the door was bolted as well. Twin #1 is on the porch playing with a truck and Twin #2 is running across the lawn, with one rain boot on, squealing with delight that I have discovered him in the midst of his mischief. *There truly is never a dull moment around here*. After depositing the lil' stinkers back in the house I went to investigate how in the world they managed to escape. Twin #2 (who I'm convinced will be a spy someday...) apparently squeezed the cover until it popped off, unlocked both locks and released himself and his counterpart.

Later on as I'm looking out the very same window the thought crosses my mind, "I wonder how that looked to the neighbors?"

Tonight's project will be purchasing and installing a lock way up high on the door where little fingers can't reach.