Look what was finally delivered.
After much drama and waiting what is an eternity for a 5 year old, the costumes have arrived.
He couldn’t get the costume on quick enough.
We have been tracking the package on the internet, watching it make its way to us. I do love D3′s excitement for life. It’s as if he has hit the jackpot.
Little Yoda, however.
Not as excited about the arrival of the costumes.
when you’re highly forgetful.
So, I felt so green while purchasing the reusable shopping bags at Kroger. I had really been feeling wasteful getting plastic bags each visit- even though we reuse a good portion of those. A few weeks back, Kroger had their bags on sale, so I decided to get a few. They are great! They hold a lot of groceries and they have insulated ones for cold/frozen foods. I’ve been good about bringing the bags with me on grocery trips until the other day. I was halfway through shopping with both kids, when I realized I didn’t have my bags. I felt like such a ditz.
I guess 3 out of 4 times using them this month isn’t bad.
I am really glad that places are moving to reusable bags. Earlier this month, IKEA moved away from plastic/paper bags altogether. Only reusable bags are offered in their stores. You can purchase one of their bags for $.59 or don’t use a bag at all. I think that is so cool and a big move for them.
Loving the reusable idea, just hope my memory will kick into gear when it comes time to head to the store!
I had a post all ready to go for today and I lost it. It’s gone. I didn’t press save and now it’s gone. Wah. I’ll have to recreate that one later in the week, I suppose.
I am feeling much better. Thanks for the well wishes. I really don’t like being sick. It just lasts too long. I don’t have the patience for it. I thought my head might explode over the weekend, but now I’m just back to a stuffy nose.
Enough of that.
I’ve been formulating this post in my head for a while now. Kinda’ scary, right. I don’t want to blow a synapse or anything.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about being a stay-at-home mom. I have actually thought about this daily for the past 6 years that I have been at home. I do work part-time as a preschool teacher (3 days a week), but I still consider myself a stay-at-home mom.
First, let me say that I don’t want to debate stay-at-home mom vs. working mom. That is an individual choice. I am speaking only of my specific situation.
I hear a lot of times how I am so lucky that I get to stay home. Right now, Dan is a full-time seminary student and a student pastor (and a father, husband, son, brother, friend….). I teach part-time preschool. Needless to say, we do not have a lot of money coming through the family. So, I’m not lucky in the sense that we earn so much money I do not have to work full-time.
What I do have is a very supportive husband. I have a husband who believes that right now God’s call in my life is to be a full-time mommy. My husband and I are willing to give up some things in our lives for a little while, so I can devote my attention to our children and have them at home with me.
That’s not luck. That’s hard work and support. We took a class a few years back that changed our lives. I’m not being overly-dramatic. I’m serious when I say that. We took Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. There is no way that I would be able to work part-time at this point in my life without this class. Dan works hard with the knowledge that he gained from this class to work our money into a balanced budget. I work hard to stick to the family budget and not go over.
We give up certain luxuries in order for me to work part-time and be a full-time mom. I’m still driving the car we bought when we first got married, for intense (and it has seen better days!).
As I’ve learned with D3, kids grow up so fast. In those preschool years, the days are long but the years are short. Before you know it they are in Kindergarten and beginning to lead their own little lives.
I am very fortunate that I have a husband that understands that this is a temporary situation. That our family will be a two-income family when B is a little older. I am fortunate that Dan is willing to give up some things, so that our children get to spend their preschool years at home.
I thank God daily not for the luck in my life, but for the wonderful family that I have and the blessed life that we lead.
So, this
and this
are on their way. Beautiful aren’t they? J We’ve had such the drama with the Halloween costumes.
First of all, D3 is old enough to choose his own costume and not be persuaded by his mother. So, Star Wars it is.
Second of all, D3 *really* wanted his brother to be Yoda, so their costumes would match.
Third of all their mother is a sucker for brotherly love and matching costumes, so they will be matching this year.
Fourth of all, P@rty City drove D3 to tears the other day.
He was beyond excited that it was ‘go get my costume day.’ He tends to get way excited about things. So, off to P@rty City we go. It’s insane there! It’s as if Halloween were the next day and not 3 weeks away! D3, B, and I were looking at the wall of costumes, when D3 decides he want to be Jengo Fett. (Who? What? You’re joking, right?) So after much questioning I say- whatever- and tell the employee which costume and size and she gives me a ticket to take to the back.
Soooo…. we wheel the cart all the way down the narrow isle, excusing ourselves numerous times to hand the girl our ticket number. She brings the costume to us and it says: Size 4-6 ages 3&4. What? Since when is a 6 for 3 year olds?
So, back to the ‘wall of costumes’ we go. D3 becomes excited that he’s really a medium and can be Obi-Wan Kenobi. So, we get the new costume number, wheel the cart all the way down the narrow isle, excusing ourselves numerous times and tell the girl our new number and size. Only larges. Okay.
Back to the ‘wall of costumes,’ because now D3 wants to be Darth Vader. (For the love of all things simple.) We get the new costume number, wheel the cart all the way down the narrow isle, excusing ourselves numerous times and tell the girl our new number and size. Only smalls. You’re kidding? Nope, not kidding. Oh, and the only Yoda costume they had was a 6-12 months. So, I tell D3 no costume here, we have to go. Then the tears begin. Not the screaming, I’m being spoiled tears, but the I have gotten myself way too excited and worked up over a costume tears.
Fifth of all, K0hl’s also drove D3 to tears the other day.
After the drama of P@rty City, I decided to run to K0hl’s, because a friend told me she got her son’s Darth Vader costume there for $7. So, we load up, drive to K0hl’s, unload, get another cart, wheel to the back of the store to see there are 4 Halloween Costumes all size small. Tears and drama again. So, again being a sucker I got D3 a Star Wars t-shirt, because I felt bad for him (and because it was 50% off, but don’t tell him).
So, at this point I inform him that mommy is ordering the darn costumes off of the internet like I should have to begin with and he will get it in a few days.
And that’s exactly what I did.
And they better fit.
But they are wearing the darn things even if they don’t!
I have been married to my wonderful husband, Dan for 11 years. I couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for my children!
We have two wonderful little boys. D3 is a very smart, very sweet nine year old. L is very sweet, very spunky five year old.
I teach reading & math part time. I’m blessed with a wonderful family!
