Do you notice the crashing into the ocean theme here?
While this is all very awesome and exciting for Mr. Pilot, it is not so much for me. So, in true Navy Wife fashion, I am going out of town while he is gone. It helps the time pass.
We are all very excited. For the last week or so, every time I mention the trip the children sing the Doxology. It is quite funny. They have been asking since 6am if it is time to go yet. We are going to MOPS first, and that doesn't even start for 2 more hours. Then we have to come back home and pick up our pets and then drive 4 hours to Florida. It might be a long day.
I am glad my husband gets to do what he loves to do. Seeing that sparkle in his eyes is totally worth it. I am glad that we are able to take this trip. I am glad that we have friends that are willing to put up with us, er, I mean, put us up for the week.
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow...
I have learned a little trick to help me keep things in perspective and have joy in times of trial. In moments like this early morning kitchen disaster, I pull out my joy-theft prevention weapon. It is also called a camera. The time it takes me to find my camera and snap a picture allows me to find a chuckle, keep things in perspective, and make light of a situation. I don't want to cry over spilled milk. Or spilled coffee water and cereal. How you react in the small trials is a good indication of how you will react in the big trials, and there will be trials.
Before I learned this trick I might yell, I might get huffy, and I might let this mess ruin my day. I still might yell or get huffy on occasion, but I press on to learn this spirit of joy in all circumstances.
Besides, looking back at the pictures makes it all worth it. I didn't take a picture of this morning's kitchen disaster because it didn't even phase me. But I did catch this "disaster" two days ago...
My little two year old ruined my favorite make-up and the counter has permanent glitter, but look at her smile! No, she didn't get away with this mess and my children know that mom pulling out her camera is not a "get out of jail free" card. She had to clean it up herself, and she won't do it again. Well, we are talking about Butter, so I hope she won't do it again, lol. But I could have stolen that smile off her face and stolen the joy from the entire day by my attitude. Instead, I took a picture, we cleaned up the mess, brushed it off, learned a lesson, and kept going. And we have this adorable picture to laugh about.
So what was this meal that we devoured? Peas. Purple Hull Peas. We didn't even know what they were when our neighbor asked us if we would like to buy a bushel from the farmer. We probably should have asked what a bushel was before we said yes.
We shelled peas for 6 hours. It was quite fun, actually. We had a pea shelling race, who could shuck five peas the fastest. We had to add rules to the game, who could shuck five peas the fastest without shooting any across the table. There were peas all over the floor. We filled the freezer with these curious green and purple peas of which I had no idea what to do.
I am not one to follow recipes. I may read a recipe to get an idea, but I don't have time to run to the store for exact ingredients or to find a measuring cup to measure out exact ingredients. I rarely use a measuring cup. But since I didn't have any guess as to how to cook these peas, I read some recipes online for ideas. Then I made us some dinner.
I took my electric skillet outside because I wasn't about to cook inside with the air conditioner not working. I browned up some bacon and onions, added the peas and water to cover and cooked them for about 2 hours. I threw some thin pork chops on top and cooked until done. I used the broth from that to make gravy and served it all over mashed potatoes. YUM. A real southern style dish. We are calling it my "Mississippi Specialty." It will be a rare treat since we don't normally eat anything heavy like that, but it was so good I will definitely make it again.
Our air conditioner is broken.
I just keep reminding myself that people made it through before there were air conditioners. Maybe I'll shed a few pounds by sweating while I sleep tonight. If I sleep tonight.
Thankfully, we know (think we know) what is wrong with it, and will (hopefully) fix it tomorrow after Mr. Pilot comes home from work.
Good thing we are all drinking tons of water!
Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So patient and so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.
You're patient when I'm foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're fitted for every task.
You're a dependable source of comfort;
You're a cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.
I love you more than you know;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!
Happy Birthday Mom! I hope it’s a great one, I wish we could be there.
Boy to Butter - Who made you?
Butter to Boy - Dod made me (God made me)
Boy to Butter - What else did God make?
Butter to Boy - Dod made all fings (God made all things)
Boy to Butter - Why did God make you?
Butter to Boy - For His own dory (For His own glory!)
We looked at each other and smiled.
Then the conversation continued:
Butter to Boy - Bruder, Who made you? (Brother, Who made you)
Boy to Butter - God made me.
Butter to Boy - Good job, Bruder! (Good job, Brother)
Now we chuckled a bit, this is heart warming.
Just a few months ago we had never heard the word Catechism. My friend Marty mentioned something about it but I pridefully didn't bother to ask what it was. I thought it was some weird pastor's wife thing. I mentioned it to Dad and we both agreed that we thought it sounded catholic or something, and we brushed it off.
Well, fast forward to Meridian where we are learning all sorts of things about family reformation and having a biblical worldview and we are hearing that Catechism word all over the place.
We finally checked it out, and we think it is really great. We should have checked it out a long time ago.
It is so many things, but I am trying to make this blog post short. One of the reasons we are choosing to Catechize our children is to arm them with answers when people, or life, questions their faith. Most young adults leave the faith of their parents by college age because they have a "Veggie Tales" view of cartoonish stories, rather than biblical truth, and once they outgrow cartoons, they outgrow their faith too. We aren't teaching some watered down cartoon stories here. We are teaching the foundations of life. We want to raise children who aren't afraid to stand up for what they believe in, and we are equipping them to do so.
If you are interested in Catechizing yourself or your children, we recommend using TAG as a family. We are all really enjoying it, even our 2 year old.
To Mac, or not to Mac: that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of PC-dom,
Or to take arms against a sea of viruses and corrupted batch files,
And by opposing end them?
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache or multiple reboots or un-useful updates
That PC is inerrant to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
If you Mac, please share your, “I’ll never PC again” story.
We were the last ones to leave the galley and my curious children were amazed by the conveyor belt thingy that carries away dirty dishes in a galley. By now I am ready to head to the door. Everyone is staring at us, as they always do, it looks like 10 people just had a food fight at the table we ate at. These people are waiting for us to leave so they can close up and here we are making a scene around the dirty dishes. My husband is awesome, he adds to my embarrassment by picking the children up to let them stick their head inside and get a better look at the thingy that is taking our dishes, one by one, into some curious unknown abyss. It was all I could do to keep them from climbing into it (including my husband). I feel like the workers are staring at us, and I am thinking enough is enough, lets go. But no, my husband asks if we can go inside the kitchen to have a better look. Yes, they are definitely staring at us. I am secretly agreeing with what I imagine is going through their minds, they must be crazy. One lady finally nods. Not waiting for any other answer Mr. Pilot busts through the door of the scullery and gives us a grand tour of all of the machines. He is an expert after all, since he had to crank (that means he had to take a turn working the galley for 3 months when he was on the ship). No one said a word to us as we enjoyed our impromptu field trip.
Next, we ran over to the commissary to pick up a few odds and ends. We did our math lesson while deciding which was the better deal, the baby carrots or the regular carrots and other practical problems. Then, in the check out line, we had our lesson in character training. There was a little old lady in front of us at the checkout struggling as she unloaded her cart onto the conveyor belt. Dad nudged Boy to help her empty out her cart. Boy didn't even think twice, he just did as he was told. The lady sang him praises and was so grateful, it made Boy's dimples show. When we were about to leave the manager of the store came to us and asked if she could borrow Boy. She took him off to the side and told him how she had seen what he had done and how impressed she was. What a reward. Then she slipped him $2. Now his dimples were blushing. He rushed over and was just beaming from ear to ear as he said "thanks for telling me to do that, dad." How fitting for our current memory verse, Ephesians 6:1
When we got home the children were eager to finish up our Beautiful Feet lesson, so we did. Then Boy brought me a dead fish and asked why it smelled funny. Then we learned how to build a trebuchet just because we felt like it.
The day carried on just like that, unrestricted by mounds of laundry or dishes, not limited to pages in a workbook restrained by a clock on a wall.
Sometimes the old way of thinking creeps in and I wonder if I am "doing it right". I am far from perfect and sometimes we have bad days. But I have my feet set upon a Rock and I know, my God is Sovereign. We are teaching our children when we sit in our house, when we walk by the way, when we lie down, and when we rise up. His grace is sufficient.
Yes, this was a good day.
Socialism: You have two cows, the government takes one cow and gives it to your neighbor.
Communism: You have two cows, the government takes both and gives you part of the milk.
Fascism: You have two cows, the government takes both, and sells you the milk.
Nazism: You have two cows, the government takes both and shoots you.
Bureaucracy: You have two cows, the governement takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down the drain.
Capitalism: (Of course we understand this one) you have two cows, you sell one and buy a bull!
Sure enough, he was on to something! Yes, the Blue Gill was bait for a much larger fish!
Why the nicknames? First, we love nicknames. When we choose names for our babies, having a good nickname is one of the first qualifications. Second, we chose to use only nicknames on this blog for our own safety. Since our Head-of-the-House has to leave often and there are a bunch of crazy people out there, we don't want to open ourselves up for any danger. You can understand.
I have in our profile a little key to help you out with who is who, but I figured I would post it here too, just for clarification.
Dad, Hubby, Head-of-the-House, or Mr. Pilot- is the daddy. He is an Ensign in the US Navy was prior enlisted (he has been in the Navy for 11+ years and took the long road to get where he is) and is now in Flight School for Jets
I am just Mom. I don't really call myself any nicknames, that would be silly. But I am a Help Meet, Mother, Homeschool Teacher, Photographer, Cook, you get the idea...
Guys is 9. She is a tomboy and she loves horses, catching lizards and bugs, reading, and helping out with her younger brothers and sisters. She got her nickname because when I yell "Guys, come here" she is the first child who comes. Naturally, Butter thought her name was Guys.
Boy is 8. He has a big heart and loves all things boy. He is eager to help and is a wonderful big brother. He was the only boy for a long time, so we called him Boy. Plus, he asked me not to use his other nickname on here (it's Bugger.)
Sis, Sissy, or Peanut is 5 and she is super sweet and full of sass. She is always smiling and is our family fashion advisor, a very girly-girl. She is a Peanut because she is super small, just the way God made her.
Butter is 2, she's a full blown daddy's girl. She loves to help with the baby, to sing and she talks non-stop, and is the strong-willed type. Butter showed her strong-willedness right from the womb, she got her butt stuck and forcing me to have a c-section. We thought the nickname Butt was too short and Buttercup too long, so she got Butter. She goes nicely with Peanut. Guess I better be on the lookout for a new nickname for her. She said I could call her Drazy which is her pronounciation of a version of her middle name. It sort of rhymes with Crazy. Sort of. Did I mention she is 2?
Pops or Lil Bird is the current baby. He'll be 1 at the end of October and is already climbing on the table and walking around a bit. He is a very happy baby and is going to be so tough with all his big sisters that love to play mommy with him. Pops is not a grandpa, Butter just started calling him that one day. We are not sure where she got it from. If you know his real name, you know why Lil Bird is fitting.
It is funny because our friends that just visited were calling our children by their "blog names" since we hadn't seen them in so long and they had been reading all of our posts.
I hope that clears up any confusion. Oh, and there will be a quiz later...
It is actually like a hotel room with bunk beds and a kitchen. It has a full bathroom, and private master with a queen size bed. Linens are provided, too.
It is really inexpensive and loads of fun.
No excuses, you can do it.
We'd love to have you!
Dermatology and Emergency Medical Technician Training
The Secret Art of Fishing
Thermodynamics for the Dads
and we musn't forget, Kumbaya My Lord around the campfire
and so much more!
He brought us together,
not so long ago.
We started this journey,
with love still unknown.
Still He bonded us as one,
A covenant we spoke.
I was still just a boy,
when our love almost broke.
With pain in our hearts,
He took us in His arms.
Fashioning His Spirit within us,
His truth became ours.
Separately He mended,
for our sins were all paid.
Bringing us back to His plan,
showing the family He'd made.
Our lives came into focus,
and a path He had lit.
Slowly we understood,
what all of it meant.
As we've grown from place to place,
I find I love you more and more.
Funny how the better we follow,
so much more He has in store.
So with my quiver increased,
I'm glad I've got you.
Looking for new joys to come,
Oh, the blessings poured out,
First, my parents are in town. They came to spoil us and love on us and we are just soaking it all up. Time with grandparents is so precious for my children. As a military family we have to take advantage of every opportunity we have to spend time with loved ones.
Second, Thursday is a most special day. We will be celebrating our 10th Wedding Anniversary. I cannot tell you how excited and blessed I am!
Last, also on Thursday, the coolest family on the planet (besides us, of course) is coming to spend the rest of this week with us. It is going to be crazy! They have 7 amazing children and we are going to take over the trailer park with their 7 and our 5, well behaved, unsocialized, modest, & weirdo children. Look out bugs, frogs, fish, and lizards, here we come!
It is going to be an awesome week!