I Am Not a Blogger

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Here’s a little bit of everything to catch you up, people.

2014 has been pretty great so far. We’ve been able to have some fun as a family in the unpredictable Florida weather, we’ve eaten a ghastly amount of cookies. I’ve learned-slash-admitted a few more things about myself. It’s been like having tiny lightbulbs flicker on while I do laundry or take a shower or talk to someone (I’m an external processor all.the.way.). It’s been a month of mini-epiphanies. Nothing huge or world-rocking, more just “hmmm, ya, I think that’s true/good/ok”.

Some of my gleanings:

-I am horrible at waking up.

-I am a professional guilt-carrier.

-The shared freedom in both of the above reminders is the realization that sleep is SUPER important to me (this is one of those “duh” kind of ideas, but my stubborn brain has tried to convince me that I can still run on four hours of sleep–a la college days–and happily take care of a family the next morning) aaaand that guilt sucks. It’s just stupid. And I tend to feel it most about things that truly don’t matter, like whether or not I woke up early in January. Fugget about it.

-Cookies made with oatmeal and applesauce–never mind what else is in them–are completely acceptable for breakfast. And your children will love you.

-People are walking miracles. Cue the sappy music, but c’mon! Good grief. Tons of miracles walking around. Seeing this truth is slowly growing a longer pause in my unthinking and graceless words.

-I complain. Even if it isn’t always out loud. It’s grody. The seeing miracles and living in and living out grace thing, though, gives me far fewer reasons to whine.

-I’ve been reading more and writing a little less. Not on purpose, it’s just worked out that way.

-I really love reading and I really love writing.

This podcast, listened to in three parts–while cooking dinner, cleaning up, and after kids were tucked in for the night–was so well timed that I goofy-grinned while shredding cheese that evening. I’m not a blogger. I love reading blogs and I love writing them, but I’m not a blogger. I am a writer. Even saying those words, thinking them, typing them out, makes me feel arrogant (or like I’m setting myself up for embarrassment), but I think it’s true. No matter what weird phases I’ve gone through, those two things, reading and writing, have been my constants.

-Blogs with tips, projects, and daily posts are amazing. I love visiting them and have learned some wonderful things from them, but I can’t do it. I’m far too flighty and forgetful to write something worth reading every day. Aaaand exhale…I did it. I admitted that I am not “good” at blogging. I don’t have a writing schedule or tons of helpful advice. And, when I have time to write in the evenings, all I really want to do is read, sleep, talk or watch The West Wing (we’re on Season 3 in case you’re wondering–pleated pants and shoulder pads for days).

-I don’t know what this blog will become or if it will fizzle out entirely. I never say never anymore. For now, I’ll keep reading, talking, and writing. I don’t know what about, but if I think it’s worth sharing, you’ll hear about it. Promise. Just as soon as I finish ooone more episode of West Wing.

Oh, and the “goal” for February is to be extra aware of and picky about what’s going on our calendar. Making space for that Philippians 4:8 stuff.

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Today I’m tackling my first ever full-month menu plan. Pretty sure my brain imploded somewhere around figuring out how many eggs we’ll need for breakfasts, baking, and miscellaneous hard-boiled snacks. But, I will press on! For the budget! For the children! Think of the children, Meredith!

Clearly, I’m calling this day done. The rest will be spent with said children and their father. Hooray!

Here’s some loveliness from the internets:

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Today we are celebrating the 4th and 2nd years of life for our two favorite girls! These little ladies popped right out (especially Kylie who was almost born in a borrowed car with leather seats, but was polite enough to wait until 20 minutes after I walked through the hospital doors. Thanks, kid.) and hopped right in to the Crazy Life-Mobile that is our family from Day One. They bring a whole lot of joy, a good dose of chaos, and an everyday measure of sanctification.

We love those two more than they’ll ever know. Girls, if you ever read this, know that I loved you enough to write about you on a blog that your grandparents and a handful of other cool people read. My love is big.

Also, if you remember today’s party, cut your ol’ Mamma some slack. It was you who requested a “striped elephant” birthday party. Know that your mother struggles with Pinterest, procrastination, and knowing the best way to sculpt an elephant out of rice crispies treats.

Here, have your own party, dear readers. A party of the mind 🙂

Why Does God Allow Pain and Suffering? by Jen Hatmaker

The Mental Neat Freak @ Conversion Diary
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It’s been one of those days. Just weird. It’s one of those days when you realize that thing you did that seems to have happened so long ago was yesterday…or was it this morning? This Saturday, August 10th, 2013, has been a complete blur. It started with pancakes, there were some bathroom trips thrown in (the almost two-year old is back on the bandwagon!). At one point I woke up on the couch with a faint taste of stale chocolate in my mouth. Is that even a thing?

I wrestled a two pound frozen block of chili with my bare, frost-bitten hands as I worked to chisel out a piece of the double-walled Ziploc bag that had been left fused to the INSIDE of the misshapen leftovers after Mrs. Genius here tried to forcefully remove it from said bag. (let’s just say I’ve been known to not exactly “think things through” during moments of hunger/anger). To keep from cursing whilst wielding a knife, whilst teetering atop the toddler’s stool (for leverage), I imagined myself as a skillful paleontologist working carefully, chiseling back the layers of age and frozen tomato juice. Seventeen minutes and three “Girls, don’t ever do what Mamma is doing right now; we do not play with knives” later, dinner was free.
Ok, so that last part wasn’t such a blur, but we washed off the rest of the day in the pool while the dinosaur, er, dinner warmed itself into a bubbling goodness. We found Wallace, the girls fed us pretend water from their tiny cupped hands (anything to push off bedtime, I guess), caught up on my Feedly, and now I’m off to what promises to be a delightfully boring date with a perfectly cooled pillow.
Happy Day, folks.

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Today our countdown is complete, the girls are jumping around like monkeys on drug-laced bananas and I even cleaned the bathrooms. Aunt Katie is coming. This will be an “extended vacation” as she joins us in “the big city” to further her training to become the world’s greatest Occupational Therapist!

To say we’re excited is the understatement of the decade. Here’s to new roommates and free babysitting! Hooray! (Kate, I’m kidding…kind of)

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40 Days of Dating (it’s like reality tv for people who like to read)

Flight of the Conchords

How Do We Feel About Chapter Books? by Grace Edsel

Taking a Modern-Day Sabbath @ Relevant

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Started today off with pancakes just after sunrise. Next, a stop by the playground (which turned out to be lovely but absolutely and literally crawling with spiders and lizards–mamma don’t do no lizards). We rounded out the morning’s activities with less than stellar stroll on the beach (there was wet sand and a formerly dry head, belonging to a formerly happy toddler, involved).

Now that naps have been had and Weatherman Daddy has given us ladies the green light for the pool, we’re off to let the cool waters wash away our cares…and any sand left over from the “stroll”. Hooray for free water! It is their Bath Day, after all. (That’s kind of a joke. Ok, not really. Whatever.)

*Note: I hereby declare this blog a judgement-free zone. So there.

Oh, and these! I almost forgot! This is what you’ve been waiting for all week! The reason you’re here! My apologies. Enjoy!

So I Don’t Have to Live In a Cardboard Box? @ Keeper of the Home

Just Chill @ Huff Post
Answer the Door @ Simple Homeschool
P.S. You should go make these. Leana is a good woman. Very good. Meaning, she loves Jesus and chocolate as much as I do.

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When you give a Mom a piece of cake, her kids will want some too. Then everyone will want some milk to go with it, but there will only be enough for everyone to have three sips. Next she’ll need a towel to clean up the milk that the baby decided to pour over her cake.  On the way to get the towel, both of her children will ask if they can take their clothes off. Mom will say “yes” as she stuffs another bite of cake in her mouth. Once all twenty chocolate-covered fingers have been cleaned and kissed, she will go upstairs and trick Daddy out of bed with the promise of a fudge-drizzled morning.

Cake: The Official Sponsor of Saturday Morning.

These little gems have peppered my week. Enjoy!

Who Are You?

My Delightfully Honest Friend @ Got a Blog

Amazon Reviews Are the Best @ Brain Pickings

Just In Case You’re Wondering @ Sarasota Cluck