More Holiness Give Me: Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 47th and Khronicles of Kate

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 47th and Khronicles of Kate

Holy Happy New Year and fun Christmas break! I might have some future posts to do on the subject matter so sorry about that but I just haven't had time to document my life yet as I was busy livin' it! And how fun it was!

But during the chaos I looked at my boys and realized how out of control their hair was. I usually shave their heads. I would rather have a "real' haircut but don't want to pay for it. As the boys have gotten older they have wanted "real" hair cuts as well. Occasionally I relent but mostly I still shave. One of my BFF's gave them a "real" haircut for free (thanks!) when school started in Aug. and that was the last they have had a hair cut of either type.

All of that to say I convinced Corey he could do just as good of a job as I could and thankfully he gave it a go. He did a great job on all three boys. One less thing I had to do and I really appreciated his help as my day had been super busy cooking, yet again, our new favorite food.... APPETIZERS.

It was so cute...Kate sat on the table through Nathan's whole hair cut. She had the attachment to the clippers and she would run it through his hair as Corey was also shaving with the clippers. Excess cut hair was coming off on Kate's attachment so she thought she was actually cutting his hair as well. She kept telling him "You're cute , you're cute." and loving on him. It was really sweet.

Although it only barely makes up for this.....

Craft paint on my carpet. NEVER had a kid EVER get into my drawer and touch my paint. But still....as Corey made perfectly clear....I should have known better. Ugh. I googled it and google said peroxide might get it out. But to not let it dry or scrub it which makes it worse. Sadly we did both.

Still love her though. Can't change that.

1 comment:

Shan said...: Hair cuts look great!!!! That is how we do hair cuts around here as well.

I feel your pain with the paint. Taylor got into some dark green fabric dye and dumped onto the floor of her bedroom a couple years ago. And we had to replace the whole room. It sucked!!! Good luck with that!!; January 3, 2011 at 2:02 PM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

When the real history of mankind is fully disclosed, will it feature the echoes of gunfire or the shaping sound of lullabies? The great armistices made by military men or the peacemaking of women in homes and in neighborhoods? Will what happened in cradles and kitchens prove to be more controlling than what happened in congresses? When the surf of the centuries has made the great pyramids so much sand, the everlasting family will be standing, because it is a celestial institution, formed outside telestial time. The women of God know this. --Neal A. Maxwell

I know it is long but it is life altering!

C.S. Lewis- Meanwhile the cross comes before the crown and tomorrow is a Monday morning...It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you say it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. But it is immortals who we joke with, work with, marry, snub and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendours. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of the kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have from the outset, taken each other seriously - no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption, and our charity must be a real and costly love, with deep feeling for the sins in spite of which we love the sinner - no mere tolerance, or indulgence which parodies love as flippancy parodies merriment. Next to the Blessed Sacrament itself, your neighbor is the holiest object presented to your senses."

"Women of God can never be like women of the world. The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are course; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fotune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." Margaret D. Naduald

" Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. -Nelson Mandela-

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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Appreciation for husband, Sunday, the 47th and Khronicles of Kate

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