<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:50:07.595-08:00</updated><category term='flying'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='kids'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Momschooling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17538422155460288708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rAH5GtyxcGw/TVDAB0ZiKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2bSP8zSwkIo/s220/jamaicame.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349.post-7436317426098807864</id><published>2011-08-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:50:41.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><title type='text'>Give thanks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Eucharisteo. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning is to be grateful, to &lt;b&gt;FEEL &lt;/b&gt;thankful, to give thanks. I bolded the word feel because that's the hardest word in that whole sentence. I am reading, almost finished with the book One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp. She talks about Eucharisteo and giving thanks. Eucharisteo always precedes the miracle. When Christ fed the 5,000 He first &lt;i&gt;gave thanks&lt;/i&gt; for the food. Then the miracle. 5000 empty bellies filled when it should have only been enough for a few. How could anyone give thanks for a few loaves of bread and couple of fishes thinking logically with a human brain and calculating that the meager portion would NEVER be enough for everyone? But then again, He wasn't using His human brain. He was using His faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us would have expected to feed everyone? No one. How many of us look at the things given to us and think, "If only I had..." yet there always seems to be enough. Are we relying on our bank account or on God? What is more powerful? What has the influence in my life? In what/whom do I trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving our trust to God, our faith in Him is easy. We say it with our mouths all the time. "I trust in the Lord." Do we show it with our actions? In some ways, yes. Some areas of our lives are easier to give to God than others. We can tithe 10% no problem. But don't we still worry that we won't make ends meet? We thank God for our children and say that they are a gift from God. But we tell God, "That's enough. I've decided I don't want any more kids." We give up our social life to God and pray for a spouse. But we go looking in places where we shouldn't to find a mate. We pray "Thy will be done!" but we give God suggestions on HOW that will should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say these things, I point the fingers at me. Why can't we trust in God? He made the earth. He made the universe. He made ME. He knows me. I can't fool Him, I can't bargain with Him. He loves me and wants what's best for me, but I can't see it. The devil whispers lies in my ear saying God is punishing you, God doesn't love you, did God REALLY say that? I can hear the same lies Eve heard repeated. God DOES love me. God ISN'T punishing us. God DID really say all those wonderful things and I can prove it so easily.....then why can't I live it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving thanks. That is where it begins and ends. Remember what the Lord has done. 1 Thessalonians 5:18 says, "In &lt;i&gt;everything &lt;/i&gt;give thanks for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." I only need to give God thanks for the good things, right? Nope. EVERYTHING. This is HIS will for ME. When bad things happen, find the thanks. Every day, every moment is a gift from God. However.....I'm human. I grumble and complain, it's in my nature. You read about the Israelites wandering through the desert, complaining all the time and think, "What, are they crazy? God parted the Red Sea right in front of you and you are complaining???" But we do it too. We've seen God work miracles in our lives, we've read, memorized, and even sang the promises over and over again and yet we grumble. We stress, we worry, we complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these are my goals. Trust in God and give thanks. Easy peasey, right? Um, no. But, I do have this wonderful gift from God called the Holy Spirit living inside of me and through His power, I will endure, finish the race and overcome. A good friend of mine recently challenged me with this thought: if you were to wake up tomorrow morning and the only things in your life were the things you gave God thanks for the night before, what would your life look like? It's a sobering thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thank you, Father for all you have given us. Thank you for Jesus Christ and His death, burial and resurrection for my sins. Thank you for providing for us. Thank you for family. Thank you for love. Thank you for everything in Jesus' name. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/79684364772569349-7436317426098807864?l=momschooling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/feeds/7436317426098807864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/7436317426098807864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/7436317426098807864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/08/give-thanks.html' title='Give thanks.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17538422155460288708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rAH5GtyxcGw/TVDAB0ZiKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2bSP8zSwkIo/s220/jamaicame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349.post-4316928695517392477</id><published>2011-07-15T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T13:03:33.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Lessons from my tomato plants.</title><content type='html'>I am not an outdoorsy person. At all. I think nature is beautiful, but I believe it should be viewed the way God intended it: through a window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be the reason why, when I said, "I would like to grow a garden this year" that I heard my husband chuckle softly. When I responded with, "Don't worry. All you have to do is till it. I'll do all the work" I'm sure he heard, "Don't worry. I'll make you do all the work while I sit in the house and enjoy the harvest." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have to say that I am proud (and slightly surprised) that I have done a lot of working in the garden myself. The kids have helped, of course, but I've gotten down and dirty with the planting, weeding, and whatnot. Taking care of a garden brings to mind the original garden, the Garden of Eden. How nice it would have been to take care of a garden with no weeds, bugs, or other pests! I'm sure each time Adam had to work in his garden after the fall, he got a profound sadness in his heart, knowing what he had and lost in a moment's time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also brought certain lessons to light. Case in point: my tomato plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought them from Walmart, good, healthy plants. I started with 3 and ended up with 5, plus a cherry one for Rach. I planted them and they did FANTASTIC!!! They got big and bushy, almost outgrowing the tomato cages I had put around them for support. They started to bear tiny green tomatoes. Yay! Then, something weird happened. They started to wilt, one at a time. I watered them more and it didn't help. I used Miracle grow. That didn't help. I even resorted to using pesticide to kill any nasty bugs I didn't see. Yet they continued to wilt. They also continued to bear fruit but the fruit didn't get very big. I have lately given up on the plants. They are dead and the fruit they were bearing, although starting to turn red, are tiny and rotten. Not good for eating. I did some research to find out WHY my plants had died when everything else in the garden seemed to be doing so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read articles on the subject, one thing caught my eye: Walnut Wilt. I had never heard of it before. Apparently, Black Walnut trees put out a chemical that is toxic to tomatoes and some other plants. It causes them to wilt from within and there's nothing you can do about it. Guess where I had planted my tomatoes? Yup. Close to the Black Walnut tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my wilting tomato plants one night and I felt like the Holy Spirit showed me how this related to our lives. We may look good on the outside, like my big bushy plants did. Everyone thinks we are saved, everyone thinks we are doing good works for God. We can grow and start to bear fruit, yet have&amp;nbsp;something hidden in our lives, a sin that eats away at us that no one knows about. We can try to hide it but eventually, it will show. We will start to "wilt." Our fruit that we were bearing, our good works, will be useless and rotten. Eventually, if we do nothing about this sin, it will be fatal. John 15:5-8 says: "I am the vine, you &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in Me, he is cast out as a branch and is withered; and they gather them and throw &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt; into the fire, and they are burned.&amp;nbsp;If you abide in Me, and My words abide in you, you will&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ask what you desire, and it shall be done for you. By this My Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit; so you will be My disciples." I find it interesting that the word "withered" is used. That's just what happened to my plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fruit, the tomatoes are rotten, tiny and unusable. Christ says in Matthew 7:16-20 "You will know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes from thornbushes or figs from thistles?&amp;nbsp;Even so, every good tree bears good fruit, but a bad tree bears bad fruit.&amp;nbsp;A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; a bad tree bear good fruit.&amp;nbsp;Every tree that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire. Therefore by their fruits you will know them." The outer fruits reflected what was happening on the inside. We can't be living a secret life hiding sin or even continue on as an unbeliever and still do good works for Christ. The works will be rotten and useless and eventually, people will see that. If we don't repent and ask Christ to forgive us of our&amp;nbsp;sins, it will be fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my lesson from the tomato plants. I have since planted more tomato plants, farther away from the Walnut trees. Hopefully, they will do well. It's incredible how God can take something that I would view as a failure and make an illustration out of it so I could learn more and grow in Him. Our God is an awesome God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/79684364772569349-4316928695517392477?l=momschooling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/feeds/4316928695517392477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/07/lessons-from-my-tomato-plants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/4316928695517392477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/4316928695517392477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/07/lessons-from-my-tomato-plants.html' title='Lessons from my tomato plants.'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17538422155460288708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rAH5GtyxcGw/TVDAB0ZiKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2bSP8zSwkIo/s220/jamaicame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349.post-4105766825247533918</id><published>2011-07-11T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:17:43.168-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>And the answer is.....</title><content type='html'>Since I have 5 kids and choose to homeschool them, I sometimes get treated like a circus freak with two heads. For some reason, people seem to think it's ok to comment on our choices and/or ask rude questions. I thought I would take this opportunity to answer some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, they are all mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Yes, they are all my husband's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No, they are not home from school sick. We homeschool them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yes, I am a saint, but not for the reasons that you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Yes, we are busy. But we also have moments of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Yes, you could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Yes, it is legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. We have to inform the school district and either take a test or get a written letter by a certified teacher that we are actually teaching our children something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. We are learning about the same things your kids are learning about, just in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. No, I am not worried that I am screwing my kids up and taking away opportunities for them. Homeschooling is increasing in popularity and more and more colleges are actually seeking out homeschoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Yes, I have them with me ALL DAY LONG so that means we all go shopping together, we all eat meals together, we all talk together, laugh together, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. No, we don't sleep in. Some homeschoolers do and that's fine, but we choose to get up and get our work done so we have the rest of the day free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Yes, you really COULD do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Yes, I do teach them all on different grade levels, and yes, that does include Algebra. They make these wonderful things called "Teacher's Editions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. No, I don't care if they miss their prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I agree that Christians should be an example to the outside world. But I also think that kids should have a strong foundation to know what they believe and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Yes, we do socialize them. Some weeks, they are out more than they are home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. No, I don't know if I'm done having kids. But thank you for asking such a personal question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Yes, I do have times where I want a moment's peace, but those are few and far between (and that's when I go hide in the bathroom for 10 minutes). I genuinely LIKE my kids. This is my job, my heart and what God has in His will for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. No, you're right. You probably couldn't do it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/79684364772569349-4105766825247533918?l=momschooling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/feeds/4105766825247533918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-answer-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/4105766825247533918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/4105766825247533918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-answer-is.html' title='And the answer is.....'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17538422155460288708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rAH5GtyxcGw/TVDAB0ZiKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2bSP8zSwkIo/s220/jamaicame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349.post-6044979589471688871</id><published>2011-07-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T07:11:56.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cantabelieve it's not squash!!!!</title><content type='html'>The three older kids are involved in 4 H this year. First rule: NO ANIMAL PROJECTS. Second rule: Must be something mom can do. Third rule: Only two per kid. Being the wonderful mom that I am, I decided to let them have some say in what they picked. By "some say" I mean that I gently directed their interest toward certain projects that I thought were cool. For example, I would say, "You want to do Fishing? Hmmm....I don't think you would like that one very much. I think you would enjoy Photography!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mike is doing Quick Breads and Gardening, Rach is doing Photography and Cake Decorating, and Dave is doing Photography and Gardening. Like how they overlap? This way, I'm only doing 4 projects instead of 6. I mean, THEY are only doing 4 projects instead of 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's focus on Gardening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the boys' projects, they needed to do 4 plants each. Mike chose pumpkins, cucumbers, corn, and green beans. Dave chose orange peppers (he loves everything orange, you will see that theme often), cucumbers, Big Max pumpkins, and peas. We thought the orange peppers were goners so we replaced it with a chili pepper plant. After we did that his orange pepper started to flower. Who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since we had to plant the garden anyway, I decided to grow some stuff for myself. Obviously, I wanted to grow things that we liked. No sense having a garden full of asparagus. It started off as a small garden, 10 feet by 20 feet. Then I got hooked. Three rototilling sessions later and the garden is now over twice as big as when it first started. One of the plants we wanted to grow was cantaloupes. We all love cantaloupe. Can't go wrong with the melon. I bought some seeds. Hybrid, big sweet melons. I planted them, watered them, sang Kumbaya to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't come up. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured I planted them too deep and didn't water them enough. So I did what any self respecting gardener would do. I got myself to Home Depot and bought me some plants! I checked the labels on all three plants carefully. "Cantaloupes." Yup. That's what I want. I planted them in the garden. I lovingly coddled them and spoke sweet nothings into their ears. To my surprise they actually grew! And grew and grew and grew. I have three very big, healthy and happy cantaloupe plants! Success! I can almost taste them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed something a bit alarming the other day. Since I've never grown cantaloupes, I don't know what they look like before they mature. Looking at the fruit, I am thinking that they look more like squash than melons. Hmmm. That's not good. Yesterday, I recognized the yellow things hanging off the plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer squash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be kidding me!!! ALL THREE PLANTS. Not a melon among them. I took a picture, which I will attempt to attach to this blog of my "cantaloupe." So now, instead of enjoy sweet melons this summer, we are looking forward to a bumper crop of squash. The kids are so disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, I'm starting everything from seed so I know what we are planting (of course, I say that now, let's see what happens when spring gets here and I forget all about it). Can you put summer squash in a fruit salad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfFI1NWGIAk/ThW91gLkN-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ydHAfhOfL6U/s1600/269479_2216641419160_1341347294_32570766_6112613_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfFI1NWGIAk/ThW91gLkN-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ydHAfhOfL6U/s320/269479_2216641419160_1341347294_32570766_6112613_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626612036338464738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/79684364772569349-6044979589471688871?l=momschooling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/feeds/6044979589471688871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cantabelieve-its-not-squash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/6044979589471688871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/6044979589471688871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-cantabelieve-its-not-squash.html' title='I cantabelieve it&apos;s not squash!!!!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17538422155460288708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rAH5GtyxcGw/TVDAB0ZiKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2bSP8zSwkIo/s220/jamaicame.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zfFI1NWGIAk/ThW91gLkN-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/ydHAfhOfL6U/s72-c/269479_2216641419160_1341347294_32570766_6112613_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349.post-1341349330221658857</id><published>2011-02-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T20:47:57.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>I'm FLYing!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I decided to make some resolutions this year. I don't really know why. I never have before. No reason why not, really, that's just how I roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the resolutions I made:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lose 25 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. read through the Bible completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. get organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. clean house totally. Get rid of stuff I don't use. Purge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. learn to play a hymn on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing? I've only lost a couple of pounds, but that's because I put off starting to lose weight. I got rid of all sugary stuff and have cut way back on my eating. I'm also trying to move around more (not that I don't move around enough with 5 kids, but now I'm doing extra.) I started reading through the Bible and have a few books done. I don't have a deadline for this one because I want to not only read it, but understand what I'm reading. I've tried this numerous times in the past and haven't made it through all the way yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to number 5. Haven't even started yet. I like playing the piano, I just don't have time. Whenever the 21 month old is awake, he wants to come up and "help" me play a song. When he is napping, I don't want to wake him up. It's a no win situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to 3. I'm starting to get organized. I'm doing a little here and there but it's hard when you have a toddler and infant to take care of. My day is consumed with meeting their needs. This brings me to number 4. It can be difficult for me to get rid of things. My mom was the complete opposite. If I was drinking coffee and left half a cup on the table to go to the bathroom, the cup would be emptied, washed out and put away by the time I was done. If you didn't read the Sunday newspaper by noon Sunday, it was too late. She threw it away. She did NOT like clutter. So I think that's why I tend to hang onto stuff. I'm getting better though. I'm realizing it's just THINGS. I don't want the stuff to own me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends were telling me about a website called www.flylady.net It tells you how to get organized and clean and STAY that way by doing light maintenance every day. It's an intriguing idea and the site has a lot of good suggestions. I'm trying to use them in my everyday life. But like I said, it's challenging with a toddler and infant (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I'm going to try to put the infant in my Moby wrap while I work. Now what to do with the toddler.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/79684364772569349-1341349330221658857?l=momschooling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/feeds/1341349330221658857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-flying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/1341349330221658857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/79684364772569349/posts/default/1341349330221658857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momschooling.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-flying.html' title='I&apos;m FLYing!!!!!'/><author><name>Linda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17538422155460288708</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rAH5GtyxcGw/TVDAB0ZiKZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/2bSP8zSwkIo/s220/jamaicame.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79684364772569349.post-6552931699784159362</id><published>2011-02-07T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T19:57:50.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>Arenting-Pay</title><content type='html'>Parenting 5 kids is an incredible blessing. And of course, I ALWAYS have all the answers and my children are 5 little angels who never talk back, who never annoy one another and always do what I tell them to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having been a mom for 13 1/2 years doesn't mean I necessarily know what I am doing. Having 5 kids doesn't qualify me for the Mother of the Year award either. Sometimes, you KNOW what needs to be done. You know how to handle a certain situation and you can do it with confidence and ease. Others....well, let's just say a magic 8 ball could do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: The 13 and 12 year olds decided to start talking Pig Latin in the car. They are making up words left and right. The 8 year old doesn't like it. He doesn't understand Pig Latin (even though mom has tried to explain it to him from the driver's seat) and doesn't like the fact that Sibs one and two are saying things that are incomprehensible to him. "Mom! Tell them to stop!" The two oldest angels aren't really hurting anything, just having fun. So what do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Start talking Pig Latin yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps not the best approach, but darn it, it was fun! My favorite word: "inky-stay" as in "Addy-day is inky-stay." Mommy had to re assume the role of authoritarian though when 8 year old got even more frustrated. But what do I say? This is one of those grey areas that I really dislike. I ended up telling the 8 year old that he needs to not be so sensitive and just ignore the other two. They weren't hurting anything. On the flip side, I also told the linguists they should take into account their brother's feelings and stop aggravating him. To show some love to him by putting themselves in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it resolved? I don't know. We got home, went into the house and it was all forgotten. So was I right or wrong in my approach? 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