Finally!

Today we enjoyed a long-anticipated visit from the Air Conditioning Repair Man. I could have kissed his feet (don't worry, I didn't). After a couple hours, and more money than I care to think about, we are feeling the blessed relief of refrigerated air. Yes...it's October and my air conditioning is running. LOVE IT! 

A Business Plan + Marketing = Success

After receiving a phone call from a friend informing us that he had just purchased a rock from our daughter, I ran to look out the front window. There I found Lindy set up for her first entrepreneurial venture: Rocks For Sale.

Note the clever marketing ploy: the rocks have been gathered in a "Jelly Belly" bag. This was, apparently, the bait that lured in the unfortunate customers. But, with charitable grace, they forked over some coins (in one case, a bill) and made a little girls day. Despite the fact that her "business" was situated about 5 steps from a gravel RV pad, her little endeavor earned her a whopping $2.25.

Now that's business savvy.

Letting Go

In an attempt to win a little peace and quiet I sent the two girls outside to play while Junior took a nap. I never do this. I usually keep my kids under close supervision. By 3pm Tuesday afternoon, however, I was willing to do almost anything for even a moment of tranquility. 

My "time-out" was quickly interrupted by a naked 3-year old. She came streaking in the house yelling, "I need my swimming suit!" With unprecedented calm I sent her to her room to fetch the much-needed apparel while I trekked outside to find her "unnecessary" clothing. Most of her clothes were strewn throughout the neighbors back-yard. It was then that I noticed the cause of the hysteria: a slip and slide in all its' glory.

The usual response would have been to grab the clothes, grab the still-clothed 5-year old, and end the girls' outside adventure. But instead, I helped both Ellie and Lindy into their suits and grabbed the camera.

The peace I gained this afternoon had nothing to do with quiet. It came from spending a few minutes watching two of the loves of my life experiencing the joy that comes from letting go... just a little bit. 

Creating "The Zone"

Returning home this afternoon from Church I found my "sick" children creating a ginormous disaster in my family room. Upon questioning the motive and reasoning behind this tragic turn of events, my 5-year old calmly explained that she had made her own "Wipeout Zone" and she and her little sister were competing to see who would take the glory.

The "course" was made up of couch cushions, pillows, baby toys, couches (sans cushions), end tables, and the pony wall.

Unfortunately a winner was NOT named due to bad sportsmanship rearing it's ugly head once the judges (aka: mom & dad) determined that the "jumping off the pony wall, over the couch, and landing on the floor on the head" move was not a legal (or advisable) move. Sorry, kids.

On the Move!

Curtis has reached the "just look under the bed" stage. Earlier, I put him down in the middle of my bedroom floor while I ran to do something else (probably to respond to some girly drama somewhere else in the house) and when I came back I found an empty floor. I suffered a moment of confusion which was soon cleared up by the subtle movement of my bedskirt. The little guy had somehow managed to roll himself under my bed! By the time I grabbed my camera he had rolled out and was having a blast playing with the bedskirt.

He just loves to roll all over the place now. If there's a bed in the room, he's bound to end up under it. 

At least we know where to look when he goes missing!