sign language put to good use

For my caffeine anonymous group . . . (you know who you are!)

After 146.02 cups of Brewed Coffee, I'd be pushing up daisies.

According to this fun site: Energy Fiend

And now the REST of the story . . . .

SO . . .

Did you see the lady in her rubber gloves, pjs, morning hair and au naturale face frantically digging through her garbage that was out on the curb already to be picked up by the garbage man? Her husband standing there holding three other garbage bags?

Here you can get . . . THE REST OF THE STORY!

I would like to also mention that I am a new reader of Juliemom, and have found her a very expressive writer . . which I love.

Not only that, but soon her, her husband (deaf), and three girls are going to South Africa to be missionaries with the deaf there . . .How Cool is that?!?!?!

Ants go marching on.

My sink right now is outlined by baby powder.

Why? you may ask . . .

Because of a lot of little black ants.

After trying to use those little ant bait hotels and other remedies, we found out that Windex will kill them on contact. But with their numbers they win the battle, and Windex is only going to clear a spot for you at that moment.

Really, for being in a 'foreign country' it could have been a lot worse. I know this, so I'm fairly tolerant of these little creepy crawlers . . .

Lately they've been loving the kitchen. My husband says they would go away if we didn't have crumbs laying around.

So, ye mothers, when does it happen that you get a crumb free house with kids????

Picture me washing dishes and this line of little black ants crawling about, up and down the wall, around the sink. I'd Windex 'em, clean up the carnage, but soon reinforcements would be taking up where their little buddies left off . . .

I felt like Cinderella with her mice friends. Started talking to these guys, resigned that if I couldn't lick 'em . . . but every once and a while I'd find one on me. *HATE that* and it had to end!

Then from the recesses of my mind I remembered that somewhere I heard that ants don't like baby powder, and baby powder I have! So I drew my line around the kitchen sink and so far it's working!!!!

Shame, though, I couldn't have taught them how to make me a party dress . . .

A tire swing and little green men.

We would have gone on Sunday, but there was something happening at the new and improved neighborhood park so that it was P.A.C.K.E.D and with my pregnant self and two small ones I promised to return later.

Later (aka this morning) there is hardly any one there, and the Rotary Club did a NICE job . . .

My kids take to inspecting all the new play equipment seriously and with some delight I am able to introduce them to . .

da Ta DA!!!

The Tire Swing!

Oh the memories!

I know you have those memories, if you have the park tire swing memory at all, and in any healthy childhood it should include someone getting sick on it.

Therefore, to do my part I get them spinning.

THEY LOVE IT!

Both want more and faster . . . it becomes an interesting experiment as to where the limits are. Finally my eldest says she's had enough and wants to go climb something . . . off she goes, but when I remove my boy, he starts to cry . . . and tries to get back on, but he can barely find his legs . . .

You know, some lessons really need to be learned first hand.

Obligingly I place him back on and give him a spin, albeit a slower spin and after a few rounds you see his smile fade considerably . . . and suddenly he is done with the tire swing . . .

I pull him off, hold him, because at this point he is not able to walk at all.

One burp, two, we get baptized with the grape juice that he had earlier. All over my white maternity top, I might add!! But I can't stop giggling - because life is as it should be -

He doesn't feel well the rest of the morning and stays snuggled close to me, so soon we head home. Eat, nap and it's afternoon snack time.

My boy is still napping, but I sit down for some pickles, wrapped in cream cheese spread ham slices, and notice this:

How very "Toy's"-esk. Can't see it? Here:

Aiming directly at me . . .

Yup.

I think I'm being warned.

The peace before the storm

Today my hubby's parents arrive for 5 days.



I am in that rare moment that there is a bit of quiet and all is *almost* as it should be.



Boy is napping, dinner is in the crock pot, daughter is watching 'sound of music' and the house is presentable for the most part except that daughter has the couch cushions off the couch and they have been transformed into either a bridge or a boat . . .



Anyway, that's doable.



It has been tiring already keeping things straightened after these two kiddos.



What did someone say before . . . . ah yes, "like nailing jello to the wall" . . .



Aaahh well. I'm ok, after all, she is a mother too . . .



A delightful treat has been that my brother and his wife (in the video here) will be coming over tonight too . . . for me that is all sugar . . .



So if you don't hear from me . . .

At the coffee anonymous meeting . . .

Hi, my name is Michelle.
(the small hall sounds out "Hello, Michelle")
I've been an addict off and on for most of my adult life. But it started much earlier.

I remember when I was just a child - a child by grabthars hammer! - when in the basement of the Lutheran church ('cause all "good" Lutheran churches have a basement) other addicts would give me some . . . CAUSE THEY THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE!!!!!

I never had a chance!

I've re-posted this post in response to Belizagial's Blog about caffeine.

Now, I'm not guzzling coffee during this pregnancy . . . so don't worry. But I do think loving coffee during pregnancy affects your kids . . . both my kids BEG for sips of my coffee. I've restricted them to a finger dab at a time . . . but you know . . .

Here's an excellent article about caffeine.

What a delightful meme!

I've been tagged by Heavenly Voice . . .

It's "The 5 things I dig (love) about Jesus" meme.

Here are the Rules:
Those Tagged will share 5 things they love (dig) about Jesus.
Those tagged will tag 5 other bloggers.
Those tagged will provide a link in the comments section here of their meme so that others can read them and the creator of this meme John Smulo.

• I love that Jesus is our lover, and with anticipation like a groom for his bride on the wedding night was able to endure the cross for me!
• I love that He is available and ever there for us.
• I love that I can approach Him with even the small stuff . . . like where I left my keys . . .
• I love that He is a gentleman in his approach with us.
• I love that He doesn't condemn me, criticize me, but instead is my defender, my shelter and is my resting place.

I could go on, but I will now leave that for the five (or more if you want, consider yourself tagged) that I tag.

Kelly (of course, cause I tag you for every meme)
Life in Oaxaca
Missionary Mom
Barefoot in the garden
Happy Mom

I wish, I really really wish this could be me.

Unfortunately I am restricted from all that good stuff . . . *sigh*

Speaking of pregnancy . . . I've been promoted (?) to the use of insulin to keep blood sugars at good levels. It's such fun stuff.

But back to the photo . . . my nesting instincts (which are at her level) have been given a kick in the ever expanding posterior, considering that my in-laws are coming! They will be here next week and be staying for about two weeks. So I am tackling one or two rooms at a time, with the help of a friend *GOD BLESS HER!!!!*

Now if I can just remember NOT to put the milk in the cabinet . . . .

Wordless Wednesday

La B-I-B-L-I-A

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