Ohhhh the things that come out of my little Jacob's mouth.
First let me tell the story of the spanking, then I will get into the reason why I wrote about Nazi's in my subject line. So, the kids are playing out front and I hear Jacob start screaming "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!! Don't tell mom! IM SORRRRRRRYYYYYY!!!". In comes Ireland who goes on to tell me that Jacob and her were playing tennis out front (basically hitting a tennis ball to each other on the grass), and that she just happened to win repeatedly (hummmm I wonder how my older, competitive daughter happened to win? Could it be that when she plays games she makes it so she always wins?). Well apparently Jacob got a little frustrated by this and yelled at sissy, who in turn vowed never to play with him again. Which caused Jacob to chuck the tennis racket at her as she walked away! She wasn't hurt though. But we have a very stern rule about hitting people especially his sister. So I told Jacob to go to his room and await his punishment. I then told him that he had disobeyed the rules and for that he must have a punishment. I spanked him then. After his spanking he turned to me and screamed, "I am tired of this lazy old house and I am ready to leave!!!! I don't want to stay here anymore and I want to find a new home!"...... ummmm first of all I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I wanted to laugh hysterically because I couldn't help but think, where in the world did he come up with term "lazy old house"??????? But then I wanted to cry huge sad tears because for the first time my baby had wanted to leave me. I ended up just looking at him with huge eyes and closing his door. Jacob is a mommy's boy through and through. He never wants to leave me. He used to still beg me to sit and hold him, even right after a spanking or a timeout, and now he wanted to move away? I remember doing that to my mom when I was little. I wonder if it hurt her as bad as it hurt me? Jump now to literally 20 minutes later, and Jacob is bouncing around in the living room and piling up the couch cushions so he can jump on to them from the couch. I am sitting on the couch and reading a book, while glancing up from time to time to tell him what a good job he is doing and how I cant believe how far he can jump. I look to him and say " So do you still want to move away from mommy now?". He then looks at me and smile's this huge smile and says " No way, I love you! I will stay for a few days and keep you with me always." sniff sniff. So sweet. I wonder if that decision of profound love for me had anything to do with the fact I let him jump on the couch????? :)
Then He settles down a bit and looks on to the cover of what I am reading. It is a fiction book about a lady who helps smuggle Jewish kids out of Nazi Germany and Austria. So on the cover is a lady holding two small kids about to board a train.
Jacob: "Mom what is that lady doing with those boys?"
me: "helping them escape from some very bad people"
Jacob: " Is she going to take the train?"
Me: "yes. She is going to take them somewhere safe"
Jacob: "Why do those bad people not like them?"
Me: "because they are Nazi's and Nazi's didn't like Jews, and those children were Jews. Some people just turn so far away from God that they choose the most horrible kinds of evil. That's why God sent that nice lady to help protect those children?"
Jacob: "Well if those bad people came after me, I would call them nuts, not Nazi's! Actually I would call them Cycloneans.
Cycloneans are the bad guys in a cartoon Jacob used to watch called Storm Hawks. I couldn't help but laugh. Nazi's, Jacob cant understand, but cycloneans, now that's something he gets. I love me kiddo's. I wish I had ten more just like them!
Nazi's are Cycloneans
Do you have tissue's?
I titled this post "do you have tissue's?" because of the simple reason that if you choose to watch this video all the way through, you will need them. My heart cannot explain the very many things this video and this woman's words have done for me. I believe in my heart that God is all she has said and more. I vow from here on out to know God, know myself, know the gospel, and know my purpose. May you be blessed as much as I was by this video. It is long, but worth every minute of your time. Turn off Grey's Anatomy or whatever pointless show that takes up your time, and turn on this, that may have an everlasting impact.
http://deathisnotdying.com/
I would do anything for bread right now
Let me give you a quick update on all the "fun" things going on with me. First, I have not been feeling that well. Which is not uncommon for me since I am often suffering from stomach aches due to my IBS, (which I may or may not actually have given some recent information). I decided to have a food sensitivity test done to see if its a possibility that some of the foods I am eating I might be sensitive or even intolerant to, and that that might be the reason I get stomach aches and feel sick all the time. OK, not to gross anyone out, (but you know I am going to) I was having like nine to ten bowel movements a day, horrible stomach pains off and on for years now (was told I have IBS, but they didn't test for it since there is NO TEST for IBS). Anyways, I was sick and tired of being sick and tired. So my sweet mom offered to pay for the test. It came back the other day and let me tell you, my jaw hit the floor and I pretty much just cried. There were sooo many things on that list it was ridiculous! I wont write the whole list, but will sum up some of the harder ones......... NO dairy, NO meat except for pork, NO sugar, and NO gluten, so basically no more happiness!!!!!!!!
OK, glad that is off my chest. I am so glad I just posted for all to see that I have too many bowel movements and now I have nothing to eat but rice cakes. GREAT!
honestly just to drill it home to you, I drink coffee every morning. I love it with a little cream and sugar. This morning I had black coffee, sweetened with a little agave nectar. If you are wondering what agave nectar is, JOIN THE GROUP! Apparently is a nectar from the delicious agave plant, which in NO WAY compares to cream and sugar but will have to do.
I am seriously going to go postal if I don't get some bread or sugar soon. Goodnight to all and enjoy your toast and coffee in the morning. I will be having my black coffee with cream of buckwheat cereal. :)
Will post again soon, with hopefully a great report about how great I feel and how much energy I have.
Here is Ireland right before her FIRST Ballet Recital. She was so excited, and did such a great job. She really came out of her shell, and smiled and waved like she belonged up there. It was such a fun night!
Good book
First of all let me all inform you that I am addicted to thrift stores. For those of you in Arkansas, you may not understand since the thrift stores here are.....lacking.
But where I come from thrift stores are huge, sometimes two stories, and filled with lots of wonderful treasures, at unbeatable prices. I say all that to say that every year I go West to visit family,and fill my suitcase with books and clothes from my favorite thrift stores. One book that I found was a little paper back book I had never heard of, but the title caught my eye. It was entitled "The Spirit Controlled Woman". I knew it was Christian and I also knew, that I had "issues" being spirit controlled. I tend to lean way to far to the side of the flesh. I read it and thought it was wonderful. It talks about personalities, and how we can be a blend of several personality types but we all tend to lean primarily towards one. I apparently am a "Sanguine". It then goes on to describe the personality types in detail. After that it shows how that personality can harm others and really cause yourself a lot of troubles if you don't keep it in check. At this point it showed specific weaknesses in the personality. For instance I was reading one night while laying next to my husband and it said that the Sanguine personality (mine)can often times be overwhelming for people (no kiddin?) and the Sanguine woman often embarrasses her husband when they are in public (OUCH!). At this point I close my eyes, deeply hurting for those who have had to suffer me, and turn to my husband and say " Babe, I am really sorry, if my outgoing, and sometimes too loud personality, ever embarrasses you. I am going to work on toning it down a little". OK so every wife knows that when she admits something like this, knowing full well its the truth, still wants her husband to respond accordingly...."NO Way, sweetie, your wonderful!, I love your outgoing personality. I wouldn't change a thing!" UMMMMMMMMM that was NOT his response. He looked at me with a look that said, "wow, she finally understands my pain, how sweet of her", then smiled and went back to reading. WHAT THE HECK! OK but seriously after being told by a book and confirmed by my husband that I can sometimes, laugh too loud, talk too much, and be a little spacey and forgetful, I then was stuck in a predicament. How do I change? God made me this way, didn't He? Well thankfully the book does not end there. It goes on to quote a verse from the Bible that says "Do not get drunk on wine, which leads to debauchery. Instead, be filled with the Spirit." Ephesians 5:18. This word filled means "controlled". daily, hourly. She explains how we can do so much more, be the best we can be, when we allow God to use our personalities for the good. He refines us, guides us,when we allow ourselves to be controlled, filled, with the spirit. She then names, sooo many wonderful Godly attributes of the sanguine, that I almost feel a little prideful in being a Sanguine. I love this book. Like I said before, it is called "The Spirit Controlled Woman", and I will loan it to anyone who wants it. Otherwise you can get it on Amazon really cheap, BUT not as cheap as I paid at my thrift store (25 cents baby!)
best quote!
Quote of the Day: "It's always fun until someone does it to Mom."
I came across this quote today and could not stop laughing. It reminded me of the time I gave the children squirt guns on a hot summer day and Ireland came running in complaining that her brother kept shooting her with it. I let her know that that was what squirt guns were for and sent her back outside. Twenty minutes later I went outside to check on them and was shot repeatedly by copious amounts of water from BOTH children and was not a happy camper. I was actually very upset. how silly of me!
