Friday, February 14, 2014

On This Valentines Day

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

-Anne Bradstreet-


Thursday, February 13, 2014

Championship Game

Broken down into the best three videos we managed to film...

Here's the shot where they finally scored ahead of the other team.



Here's where Our Jimmer scored both his free throws.



And the final winning seconds.

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Inspirations Contest

This year I tried to encourage my kids to craft art projects around the "less popular" categories. The percentage of entries in categories such as Plays and Poetry is so low that chances of winning skyrocket. 

Alas.

I have yet to sell my children on the brilliance of Shakespeare. 

Nevertheless, they did branch out.  Our Big Guy chose Graphic Arts (Minecraft creation) and Our Sweetie did 3-D Arts (Lego creation).  Our Pretty Girl was too impatient to create something original.  And Bubbs did his best to sabotage all the other entries so his brothers would win...

Surprise of all surprises! - Our Big Guy scored second place!  Which means he's advancing to regionals.  Who knew so much time playing Minecraft would pay off??   



Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Calm Down

A couple months ago Our Sweetie accidently stabbed his upper lip.

Yes, stabbed.

He was walking across my freshly mopped floor with a pair of scissors for a craft project on the other side of the room.  He fell forward and the scissors punctured the skin below his right nostril and above his upper lip.  In two places.  One for each blade. 

Yes, I freaked out.  Yes, I cried.

While Greg stayed back with the rest of the kids, I drove Our Sweetie to his pediatrician’s office – who was thankfully keeping late hours.  And in my typical, calm fashion, I had a small meltdown on the way there.  The sad part was I started mentally reprimanding God.

This is the last thing we need right now.

Do you know what kind of year we’ve had?

Don’t you understand what our situation is?!

Don’t you care?!  Aren’t you supposed to care?

WHERE are you!!!???

And then came my reprimand.  While glancing helplessly over at my son who was holding a bloody cloth to his lip, a clear voice came right into my brain and said –

“Rachael… it wasn't his eye.”

Before I could really ponder what had just occurred, my cell phone rang. 

It was Greg.

“Hey Rach, I just had a thought.  Do you realize it could have been his eye?”