Lost and not found

One thing that rots my socks more than anything is losing something and not being able to find it.   Typically in this house I live by the motto,   ‘A place for everything and everything in its place when I get around to putting it there’, so even though my house might look messy, everything is really just pining for its home.   This means I can typically put my hands on pretty much everything that I need when I need it.

But then there are things that come into this house that don’t ever end up with a home – like the blue-print drawings of a home’s entrance that Jason borrowed and brought home to show me what he would like to do to our house.  And do you suppose I can find these said drawings now that he has to give them back.  No – I cannot.  

Yesterday in my quest, I cleaned out drawers, checked nooks and crannies that apparently haven’t been disturbed in years – moved furniture and discovered a myriad of things that we never even knew were lost, but still no drawings.   And then I discovered that even though my motto says ‘A place for everything’ I didn’t quite realize that meant multiple places for everything.  As in; papers can be stored in the filing cabinet, in a drawer in the hutch, sometimes on top of the fridge, in a pinch on the counter in the laundry room, and other places I obviously no nothing about.    I pride myself on having no paper piles, but now I see it’s because I prefer to have a few pieces here and a few pieces there, rather than stacking them all in one place.

So the plans have still not been found, and at this point I’m not holding out any hope that they will be found, but I have discovered about 50 pieces of Lego that we weren’t missing, about a dozen pens,  and an assortment of odds and ends that are now waiting to be put back in their homes and you know what, now I’m thinking that sometimes I think I prefer things to be lost. 🙂

Making Memories…

We had such a wonderful Easter weekend and lots of wonderful memories were made.   We did a lot, so I’ll try to keep it brief…

Friday we did a day-trip to the cottage with friends.  It started by taking the kids out to breakfast (William ate 5 large pieces of french toast) getting to the cottage and then going for a long walk on the beach.  We relaxed for a bit and then went to a great park in Kincardine, took the scenic route back,  had dinner and left with great memories and very tired children. 

Sunday morning the kids woke up and hunted for easter eggs.  See – only the baby bunny comes to our house and just leaves little chocolates indoors – the real Easter egg hunt comes later.   Then we ate our cinnamon buns that we only have on special occasions (if they were a health food I’d eat them everyday) and headed to church for a great resurrection day service.  Then we were off to Grandma and Grandpa’s for the REAL easter egg hunt, where the Easter bunny leaves big coloured eggs all over the yard.   The kids look forward to it every year, and just adore it.    I guess that’s why I’m not too worried that my kids believe in the Easter bunny.  William asked me a few days before Easter, “Mom, what do you think is more important, Jesus dying on the cross or the Easter bunny and chocolates?”  And I replied that Jesus was more important and he replied emphatically, “I think that too!”

Then after eating a wonderful ham and scalloped pototo dinner, we were off to my parents.   We played outside enjoying the unexpected sunshine,  the guys flew a kite and we ate another yummy meal of ham and mashed pototoes with my two younger brother and their familes.   Thankfully we were all hungry again and the food was so good we didn’t mind eating 2 big dinners in one day,  in fact, the  kids loved it!

The boys also got to go for four-wheeler rides after dinner at my brother Dan’s and I could see their grins for miles away.  Sarah got swarmed by the 8 puppies they currently have and just loved it and I didn’t get pictures of any of it!  I apparently have camera issues when I go to my parents.  If I don’t forget to bring my camera I have it and don’t take pictures.   I don’t know why.   Next time I’ll do better.   I did catch aunt Erin reading the girls a book though, with sweet baby Katie.


So now we are stuffed with chocolate and memories of a wonderful Easter weekend.  If we could, I would do it all over again!

In Christ Alone…

It’s Easter!  And I wanted to share a modern hymn, that so wonderfully contains the Easter story.   

In Christ Alone

In Christ alone my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song;
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My comforter, my all in all—
Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied;
For ev’ry sin on Him was laid—
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain;
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine—
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death—
This is the pow’r of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny.
No pow’r of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.

“In Christ Alone”
Words and Music by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend
Copyright © 2001 Kingsway Thankyou Music

I’m currently memorizing it to add it to my repertoire of hymns that I sing to my children to get them to sleep.  I’ve been doing this since Erik was born, it’s perfect in so many ways.  Usually hymns have soothing melodies, they have lots of verses and great solid theology so it’s a great way to introduce hymns to my kids as we don’t typically sing them in church anymore.  

So back to this hymn, it was written by Keith Getty & Stuart Townend, but it’s sung by Kristyn Getty.  Kristyn and Keith are at the head of the modern hymn movement and they are both very talented… you can read more about them here.

And here they are together performing…

Happy Easter!   I’m so excited to celebrate our risen Saviour!


I have not been posting!   An obvious fact, but life has just seemed so busy lately!  Where to start… so last week my mother who is a gem, took both girls for two days so I spring-cleaned like crazy while the boys were in school.  The first day I think I cleaned for 11 hours straight… I went through everything in the boy’s room, their closet, all their drawers and sorted clothes and got all their summer clothes ready (summer, warm weather?  What on earth is that?)   And then I went through the girl’s drawers, my drawers and closets and cleaned out some kitchen drawers, tidied up the crawl space…whew… it makes me tired just to read that.     Then the next day I ran some errands and cleaned the floors and bathroom etc, and then we left to go get the girls.     When we got home from there I promptly came down with a ‘touch of pneumonia”.     I’m sure I didn’t get it from over-doing it… that would be crazy!    Thankfully the magical pills the dr prescribed started working right away and good thing too because when I walked in the house at noon with my prescription on Saturday Jason walked out and didn’t come back until after 6:00pm.   He’s not been home much which hasn’t been wonderful, but stuff has to get done and that’s just life.    Thankfully grandma came over to help the kids colour their easter eggs that afternoon.

This year I decided we should dye our easter eggs early so we could enjoy them for a week before Easter rather than a day before like I usually do.  This may have proved to be a mistake as Sarah figured that these eggs were toys and toted them around Sat and Sun, and I’m afraid that a few of them did not survive this.  Why didn’t I stop her?  Remember, I have pneumonia and Jason was not around.  If these are excellent excuses, I don’t know what are.   I also found egg shells under the desk where she had helped herself to an early easter snack of boiled egg – dyed I’m sure by the coloring from the shell.  What can I say about that?  Nothing.

And now we are dog-sitting this week.  Dog sitting Duke.

After just this one day (it’s like doggy-daycare, he comes at 7:00am and leaves at 4:30) I know now that we will NEVER own a dog.  Unless we move out to the country and get an OUTDOOR dog.   Not that Duke was terrible or anything, it was mostly the kids that drove me bonkers.  Sarah wouldn’t leave him alone, they were constantly asking to feed him more food, then he piddled in the house because I forgot to take him out and it really felt like having another kid around.  But still, he still is a nice dog, I’m glad to help out a friend, Sarah is in heaven and if my house smells like wet-dog next week we will all know why.  Actually it’s not Duke’s fault, it’s the lousy stinkin’ weather.

This is a picture from this morning…  our lovely Christmas Easter weather.   It is trying my patience but the girls were happy to play in it this morning.  (I was sitting in the nice warm cozy house watching through the window).

But through all of this I’ve been trying to concentrate on that verse from Philippians 4 verse 11-13 where Paul says…   “for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. 12I know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and need. 13I can do all things through him who strengthens me.”      I know I’m not near where Paul was, but it gives me a goal!   And praise the Lord that he does strengthen me which gets me through each day, and He is teaching me the secret of being content.

And you know what, tonight I actually am content.    Soon I will be back to 100%,   our doggy-daycare will have closed it doors, Jason will be done his sister’s basement and spring WILL COME… (it will come, won’t it?)  And I just pulled a chocolate cake out of the oven that we will be eating at our Women’s Bible Study in the morning, with or without the birthday girl.  I’m content!

Confessions of a flibbertigibbet

I should have titled this post, “I’m behind”, because I am desperately behind.  In my housework,  on my blog, outdoor work, you name it.  I think it has something to do with the changing of the seasons.  When snow-suits are co-mingling in the closet with rain boots and the mittens are still out, and the forecast isn’t being too helpful in assuring me that they can all be washed and put away, I get a little over-whelmed.   I hadn’t quite made it to sorting out everyone’s spring clothes when Sunday came along with its 21 degrees and of course we had to scramble for the shorts the boys wanted.   Thankfully they weren’t too hard to find.   I sent Sarah in to put out some spring clothes that I had laid out for her and she came back outside in black corduroys and a long sleeve t-shirt.   Old habits are hard to break.    Not that what she was wearing before was much better.  Doesn’t she look so tough?  

But in truth I have to lay most of the blame on being behind on the fact that I am a flibbertigibbet.  Isn’t that a great word?  I always thought that it was just part of the “What do you do with a problem like Maria” song from the ‘Sound of Music’, but Wikipedia actually recognizes it as  word and gives this explanation. (although I only like the first part).   Our women’s Bible Study has been doing a DVD series by Donna Otto and she called herself one and I could relate.   I like to talk and I don’t like routine.  I’m easily distracted and somewhat scattered, but I also like to think that this has its good points.  I’m not very critical and I tend to only see the good parts and like Maria I am kind.  And I’m very happy to take outdoor pictures of my kids that don’t involve snow-suits.

Just look at concentration.  Something I’m sure I lack.  Apparently for the longest time I didn’t think I was a flibbertigibbet and in my desperate attempt to have my house neat and organized I thought that if I created enough schedules and routines for myself on paper that it would fix my problem.  I had the Flylady’s weekly plan where I was supposed to be doing housework on Mondays,  Paper-work on Tuesday, errands on Wednesdays etc etc… I had even gone as far as creating for myself a time map after reading Julie Morgenstern’s book Time Management from the Inside Out… which was a very enlightening book and very helpful, but even though my time map sectioned off and allocated every hour of my day  things still weren’t getting done.   Probably because I actually never followed my routines.   But they sure looked good on paper!   

Just like this one looks good in a tree.  Just don’t ask him to get out of the tree by himself.

Then on Saturday night I was talking to my sister-in-law Shelly.  She showed me her personality profile that she had done for work,   and she mentioned that she loved creating the routines but hated following them…. wait a minute, that’s ME!!!     How is that I never figured that out before now?      I don’t WANT to do the same thing every day.  I want a whole day with time enough to do the things I want and the things I need without some crazy self-imposed structure.

So this flibbertigibbet is going back to a system I learned last year from Kris Goertzen, (another DVD series we did called Extreme Spiritual Make-over) where each night you take a minute to plan out your next day and list everything that you want to accomplish.  Much better.   I am so relieved that I ripped up my time-map, which by the way felt like a huge weight off my shoulders and now I can just take each day as it comes.  Phew, talk about not knowing yourself, I guess it’s just another symptom of my personality.   🙂    

 But it’s like my mom always says….   the reason why our houses aren’t always the picture of perfection is that we like other things just as much as a clean house, like reading books.   With chocolate preferably.  

So I’m happy to move forward, hopefully I can get caught up and maybe stay in a good place, and even if not, who cares?   Soon my kids will all be grown up and in school and I can get caught up all day long and I’ll be sad.    Just like I’m sad that I don’t have a picture of William from yesterday, but seriously, he was moving way too fast, any picture would just be a blur.

Spring, where art thou?

So spring is still taunting us here in the cold white North.   Sunday it snowed instead of the rain they promised.  The snow only stayed one night because yesterday was a balmy 14 degrees and kinda rainy, which was just lovely, but then today it’s back down to 4 and it’s snowing… the audacity!    This weather is not motivating me to be produtive, but last week I thought I better do something is case a miracle happens and it actually decides to get warm.   So I sorted through the girls clothes to see what they had and what they needed for summer.   Sophia was in her glory and she wanted to wear ALL the clothes.

In this pic she is sporting 2 dresses, one t-shirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of Sarah’s tights to round-out the outfit.  And she wouldn’t let me take a single thing off until bedtime.  At least she was warm. 

And this little turkey is bored with being inside all the time…

She is desperate for friends to play with and is driving her brother’s crazy just because she can.   She’s also currently going through an ‘I-love-dogs” phase.   Our good friend grandma M has a little dog that  Sarah adores…. and when she’s not asking to go over to her house to see the dog, she’s asking when we are getting a dog of our own.   It’s not going to happen.  Sorry sweetie, it’s just not going to happen.     But everything is not fair right now, so I’m hearing quite a bit of,  “Why do they have a dog and we don’t?  It’s not fair!”.      Just like the other day when she asked about some friends of ours, “Why do they have 2 babies and we don’t?  It’s not fair!”    More babies, a dogs, you can see where we would be if Sarah was in charge. 

My brother Dan and his wife Jenilynn came by on Sunday for a visit and that provided a nice distraction from the snow.   Tyler is just a few months older than Sophia and he’s really cute.   The kids had fun playing together…

He’s a little blondie like our kids and fit right in.  He would take Sophia’s cheeks in his hands and look at her and she just stood perfectly still, wondering what the heck her cousin was up too…  we weren’t quite sure either but it was pretty cute. 

Well I can see the sun has decided to come out today.  Maybe it will be out for more than 5 minutes,  warm up a degree or two and we’ll have spring after-all!

God didn’t die for frogs…

In this season of Lent – the time coming up to Easter I’ve been reading “Fifty Reasons why Jesus came to Die” by John Piper.    I’m ashamed to say that I started at the beginning to Lent and today I only read #5 –  “To Show the Wealth of God’s Love and Grace for Sinners”  and something really struck me…

“I have heard it said, “God didn’t die for frogs.  So he was responding to our value as humans.”  This turns grace on its head.  We are worse off than frogs.  They have not sinned.  They have not rebelled and treated God with the contempt of being inconsequential in their lives.  God did not have to die for frogs.   They aren’t bad enough.  We are.  Our debt is so great, only a divine sacrifice could pay for it.
          There is only one explanation for God’s sacrifice for us.   It is not us. It is “the riches of his grace” (Ephesians 1:7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace.)  It is all free.  It is not a response to our worth.   It is the overflow of his infinite worth.  In fact, that is what divine love is in the end: a passion to enthrall undeserving sinners, at great cost, with what will make us supremely happy forever, namely, his infinite beauty.”

Oh – treating God with the contempt of being inconsequential in my life?   That hurts.  Time to refocus and get my priorities right again!

Things you should know about William

First – he was born 6 years ago today – April 1st, 2005 so it’s his birthday today!

The first real trait we noticed about him was that he was a cuddle-bug.
The second was that he was a thumb-sucker.
The third was that this little body held a very strong and determined spirit.  Here he is at 24 days old lifting his head…

He has loved his “Ellie” (the elephant) since he was one even though he no longer sucks his thumb.

His hair turns almost white in the summer – which just makes his blue eyes pop.

He is the best older brother in the world to Sophia, and she adores her “Wawa”.

He played soccer last year and apparently can out-run almost all other kids his age.


He is Erik’s partner-in-crime and the best goofing off partner you could ask for (just put them in a room together and ask them to do something productive and see what I mean).

He makes a really cute Christmas decoration.

Even though he makes a fabulous Jedi – he actually wants to be a police officer (like Opa) when he grows up.

His teacher told me yesterday that he’s a leader in his class and the other kids look up to him and follow him.  Way to go Will, we’re so proud of you!

And the most important thing you should know it’s that he’s all mine (and Jason’s of course) and we wouldn’t trade him for anything.   God has used this child in our lives to teach Jason and I more about parenting and our own short-comings than anyone in our lives so far, and we are better people for it.    We love you William and…

Happy 6th Birthday!