Where do I begin? Gabe hasn't changed a bit in the last two weeks. Things recently overheard coming out of Gabe's mouth:
On the way to church two weeks ago I hear, "Houston, sexiness has landed!" [I cannot believe she lets her four year old use that "s" word. What kind of mother is she? A very cool one thank you.] All you can do is laugh because it is too funny. He broke out in song for us with, "If you like Inna Coladi and getting caught in the rain..." [Sad that I finished the rest of the lyrics for him...] He took his shirt off to carve his jack-o-lantern tonight and then "flexed" his muscles. He asked me yesterday if I knew that Michael Jackson bleached his skin. [Were we talking about Michael Jackson?] Then he wanted to know if I knew Michael Jackson was dead. [Oh my....] He asked me why zombies ate the brains out of people's heads but left their eyes. [Yeah, that's a question for your brother.] He came out of the restroom stall at Molly's game this past weekend with his eyes over his mouth. When asked what he was doing he replied, "I'm a mummy Mommy." We recently watched a DVR'd episode of The Office [best show EVER] and he overheard Stanley's new line: Shove it up your butt. [You know where I am going with this don't you?] I was cooking dinner and he proceeded to explain how to make tacos.....and then followed with the final instruction of "And then you shove it up your butt." [Note to self: All Worked Up and The Office probably aren't good TV shows for the Gabester.] I know I should probably be a better parent but I'm having way too much fun laughing to worry about that discpline-your-kid hype everyone's selling.
Emma's just as much fun as Gabe. I made the comment at Molly's tourney that hitting was not my forte to which she replied, "So your fortune teller told you that you're not good at hitting?" [Who can argue with that?] Tonight she drew hair, a bow, and ears on her pumpkin for me to carve. She's obviously not seen my carving skills in action [because they are not skills but more like stabbing a pumpkin to death] so she had faith that I could perform this miracle of a carving. Yeah, her pumpkin has one huge eye and crooked teeth and a place where the bow should be. [Needless to say, we won't be entering any pumpkin carving contests anytime soon.] She wanted to me to put a candle in it. My reply? "Honey, we don't want to scare the neighborhood animals and children. Allow the pumpkin to hide in the dark - please." [No worries, I am sure Short will see it soon enough.] Emma's got one speed - sssssssllllllllooooooowwwwww. Usually, in the mornings, she puts her jewelry on before getting dressed and she'll come ask me if it "matches". What in the world could it match - she's half naked?!!! [Incidentally, those nightmares I have of her and Vegas and tattoos seem to surface at these moments.] 2.5 hours later she is dressed and still trying to brush her teeth. Bless her....so much like her daddy.
Cooper is keeping us all in stitches. His newest thing is a leg kick. If he likes dinner you get a kick. If he sees something on TV that is funny we get a kick. [Again, he may look 18 but then he opens his mouth or kicks his leg and the 12 year old goof ball knocks you down.] He made a wooden tomahawk in his technology lab and then chased me down the hall at school with it last week. [Of course it was after school hours because you don't run in the hall. Or talk in the libary. Or smoke in the bathroom.] He is constanly reminding us of how awesome he is....again, like his daddy.
And Molly's the same old level headed girl she's always been. [Again, the ONLY normal one in this house.] She still has the awkward relationship with the boy going on ~ I'm never sure if they are or they aren't talking. [For the record, her brother told the boy that he should ask her out. I thought she might kill Cooper. He, on the other hand, totally relished his meddling role as pesky, little bro.] She's ready to wind up her cross country season very soon and she's done great. [She failed to tell us, though, that a teammate actually held her back on the trail and kept her from finishing ahead of the girl. Are you serious? Reallly? I will never understand some people. Of course, if you knew her momma you might totally get it. She told Molly her mom would be mad if she let Molly pass her and finish ahead of her in the meet. My advice to Molly? Run strong and pass her. (And yes, I admit it...I also said pull her long hair as you go past. Not great advice but I was mad. Thank goodness Molly's not that much like me.)] She's playing with a new softball team and ♥'s it! One of my favorite things to do is just hang in her room and talk to her. We've really grown very close this summer and I am so thankful for the girl talks we've had. She got her car from Paw Paw this weekend ~ the Molly-Mobile. 16 is coming way too fast....
Personally, there is a lot going on in my wacky head. I recently started a Bible study, on my own, by David Nasser called A Call to Die. And, as always, God hit me right between the eyes with this: If you have time for Facebook and other things then why don't you have time for me? Where do I fit in? [Ignorance is bliss they say....] In my personal reflections I could not get a way from that fact that Facebook was controlling my life. [So very, very, VERY stupid] In order to accept this call to die, then I have to face the harsh reality that my life isn't about status updates, picture uploads, and looking at profiles. Thank goodness it is something so much more!! I decided [after debating with God for several days] to put a halt to Facebook. Maybe one day I'll decide to check out status updates and pictures, but for now, I am just as happy not worrying about it. My only regret? Not doing this a lot sooner.
"When Christ calls a man, he bids him to come and die." Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
I want to listen and go and die so that I may live. I'm not getting any younger [Stick around for other words of true wisdom] and truth is, I have WASTED too much time doing it all my way. For example, I put this year at school in God's hands. I prayed about my attitude and the opportunity to reach lives in a powerful way. No, I don't have that idealistic vision that I'm going to "save 'em all" but I do believe that I am much more than an 8th grade science teacher. I am there to serve the Lord with all of my heart [Colossians 3:23]. This school year has been amazing so far. I love being in front of my kids and teaching and talking and laughing and learning. Are there bad days or tough circumstances? Absolutely and that gives me more opportunities to sing His praises. I ♥ my job - 100%. I cannot put into words the true change that I feel this year, in my classroom, being a teacher.
It goes without saying....life as a Short is good :)
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