Mi Vida Loca

.....My Crazy Life

I thought about posting separately but it was just too fun to drag everyone through the events of the past few days :)

Friday morning after taking Emma to school, Samuel and I had about 30-45 minutes at home before we had to head out the door. While I was downstairs cleaning up the breakfast dishes, Sam and his accomplice headed upstairs to play in his room.....I thought. About 15-20 minutes later, he came down with a little bit of marker on his hand. I paid him no mind because he plays with markers and I had no real concern about dirty hands. Now before you take a peek at these photos, I want you to know these few things:

I was present in the home and not vacationing in the south of France. It may appear that my son was alone in our home for hours unsupervised, due to the extreme detail of his handy work. I assure you my friends, this was a man on a mission. He had 15 minutes and that's all he needed. I took the photos because after it was all cleaned up, I wanted the girls to understand what kind of close & intimate friendship I had formed with Mr. Clean Eraser.

Walls















Bookshelf




















Dresser- don't you love the symmetry?


















Sheets & not pictured.....THE QUILT




















Did I say, the whole dresser?















Chicken Little- Defaced


















The Weapon












The CD Player & not pictured.....THE CD!!! Samuel is nothing if not thorough.














The Bed
















Felicity's Shoe...Do you see the evidence that a dog was involved?



















An attempt at a butterfly?















Samuel would have liked for me to focus on number #4, but I was thinking he should really be working on the third from the last.




















NEXT:
Friday night our Biblical Beauty topic was "Purity". Wonderful lesson, but I found it challenging on many levels. We have tried to teach purity to our daughters at early ages through modesty, age-appropriate programming, proper speech, etc...As they have gotten older, we have been impressing upon them, the plan that God has for their lives. The plan that God is not only wanting to preserve their body for their husbands, but their hearts as well is completely foreign to most of the girls who are coming on Friday's. They are CONSUMED with boys and not just talking, but doing.....going.....being.....dating.....buying gifts......dances.......and most parents are supporting every single bit of it. I have a girl in my group whose little brother (2nd grade) has a girlfriend who he buys gifts for every holiday and has taken her out on a "little date" with the parents.

My sweet friend came dressed in her wedding gown and acted out a small skit. She was hauling a heavy suitcase to the alter full of the all the things that she had done throughout her teenage years that compromised her purity. She explained that the choices she made seemed harmless at the time, but they caused her to carry this baggage with her and now as she is about to become a bride, she must hand this heavy luggage over to her groom. Inside the suitcase were pictures: eyes, hands, lips, thoughts, etc. and for each picture she would explain how she used these things in ways that did not honor God. They led her to make decisions that were not a part of God's plan for purity and saving herself-heart & soul for her mate. My sweet sister has FOUR children and fit into her itty bitty super sparkly wedding gown and it thrilled the girls (and her husband) to no end! All this in between carting our 4th graders to gymnastics :) Thank ya Dusty.






















The dog got a haircut last week and came home looking like the smartest of the three stooges. We laughed our heads off and then took him back and got it fixed. It sort of looked like my mushroom bangs of 1988! The pic's might not do justice but we never really post pictures of Tex, so here ya go:

















He looks so ashamed.















All Better!




















Last but not least and this post has taken waaaaaayyy too long. Those who know Big Daddy (aka: Chris) know that he has taken the bullet and driven the "paid for" car for as long as we have had children. He drove a 1991 Ford Tempo for a good spell and it was so small, that he pushed the driver's seat all the way back and would wave out the back window. He was keepin' it real. Cracked us up and we've always said that our *Hooptie* cars have kept us humble.

After that we bought the VW Jetta which was awesome on mileage (over 50 miles to the gallon & diesel), teeny tiny, and quite expensive on repairs. 100,000 miles means more work, so we made the decision to get Big Daddy a *Man Car* that he can throw carcass into the back and still carry to children to and fro. He needed a vehicle that he could hitch a boat to (we don't have one) or put the camper shell on for a week and live in the mountains (ain't gonna happen). Big Daddy needed a big truck, you see. A truck says, "I provide for my family and I can shift into 4-wheel drive at anytime". Well Daddy, this has been comin' for a long time now

Drum roll please..................
















Bring on the wild turkey & caribou.