Suzanne Griffin

I'm so thankful for playpens.

So I really watched my tone yesterday...until right before supper. I have to admit that when 4 o'clock comes around this is my hardest part of the day. I'm getting worn out and tired. we've had a full day, Brian chased Gabby with a robe, found one of Allen's hunting knifes (don't ask) and started taking the bark off the tree, he messed up Gabby's bed after she made it, but that was Makensie's fault for hiding his candy under the sheets. Brian showed me his little collection of tools he's been stashing away that he's picked up from the construction site behind us if the guys leave their stuff laying close by, (this should really impress them as we had to go over and make things right just 2 days ago when they poured concrete in the ditch and when it was all smooth and finished Brian stabbed a giant stick in the middle). Wyatt loves to be held and I do love toting him, but I'm afraid I'll become a freak of nature with one muscular arm. So

A couple of months ago a single evening event changed my thoughts towards another person. I was very disappointed and found myself in a newly formed relationship with them. The mold that was there had been broken and we started to build a new one. One that was foreign to both of us, I felt like my role had changed. And the one area that I was condemning them on, infected me and became my own nemesis . The most powerful sword of destruction, the tongue. My tongue has really been my master lately. And it seems like once that gate has been opened, the harder it is to lasso that slimy creature back in. I have always had a quick silver tongue. Most times it is all in fun and wit, and other times it is for saying the perfect comeback at the perfect time only for me to live with the regret of my quickness for the rest of my life. Wyatt is not saying anything yet, still just making baby grunts and precious babbling. And I'm OK with that. I know the pain of spending your life

I am way too busy to be blogging tonight. But here I am in my little comforter zone of order when the world is not. I think I'm addicted to busyness . I thrive on the challenge of getting more done. I know everyone is just as busy as me if not more so. I'm not complaining or looking for sympathy. Just thinking in the form of writing. So the next 6 weeks schedule? This week I'm cleaning from 5-7am each morning the Dr's offices. Library Story hour- Thursdays Park Day - Fridays Family Game or movie night on Friday nights Lowe's Clinic-Saturday Saturday Sundown Feast and Festivities every Saturday night Easter brunch at church Easter lunch at families Sunday Weight loss class each Monday night at 5 Financial Peace Class each Monday night at 6:30 Host on online book/bible study each Monday night (we have over 80 ladies now, exciting) Church on Wednesday nights Friend's Arbonne party next Thursday Mothering Matters (mops) every other Friday Nature Notebook class Alwa

Brian ran in the house out of breath, huffing with excitement and in his not so inside voice yells, "mom! I need your fingernail sharpeners!" (aka fingernail file) I gave him the file and asked, "so, why are you "sharpening" your nails?" He tells me, "I need to climb a tree!"

Brian has never liked Mayonnaise. He would rather eat his sandwiches dry than have to eat it. So a couple of weeks ago when he was at Grandma's, she mentioned that she had taken him to Subway and he ate the entire sandwich and then told her that he guessed he did like mayonnaise after all. So yesterday I went to fix sandwiches for lunch and he insisted on NO mayonnaise. I said, "I thought grandma said you liked it at her house." He tells me, "I do like mayonnaise, just not the Super mayonnaise." "What? Awww, you mean Miracle Whip."

So far this week we have had several interesting conversations over our phonics lessons. Brian has started, as he turned 5 and thinks he is now ready to start school. I'll take him while he's interested. He's actually doing really well with all 4 lessons he has under his belt and is sounding out a couple of 3 letter words. Gabby taught me the importance of phonics accuracy when sounding out such words as "shot". Makensie taught me that our redneckism is ingrained into her very being. After sounding out the word "shot" correctly, I asked her to use it in a sentence. "I shot the deer!" "Ok, that is one form of shot, good job." Then I asked her, "Can you think of another type of shot?" She says, "Here kitty, kitty, boom! Now I shot the cat!" Ok. Moving on.

So after Wendy posted on her creativity, I can't quit thinking about it. Yes! This is exactly how I feel. I love doing creative projects, painting on windows, make cards, decorating. I must admit I'm more of a copycat than an originalist (I don't think that is a word) . I have a hard time coming up with great projects on my own, but I love running with someone else's idea...just like this post. I am not half as talented as Wendy with the artsy fartsy things, but I enjoy them just the same. They make me happy, fulfilled. And not that I need one more thing collecting dust in my house, but I love LOVE yard sales always hoping to find some vintage, flowery something that I truly enjoy that can replace something I have that I don't. And for me, the more eye candy the better. That is also why I so enjoy being at Tab's house. Not only am I in the company of an amazingly funny, witty, talented mom, writer, singer, insightful woman, encouraging friend and

I feel like I could pray this prayer every day. Psalms 51 Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassion blot out my transgressions. Wash away all my iniquity and cleanse me from my sin. For I know my transgressions, and my sin is always before me. Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight, so that you are proved right when you speak and justified when you judge. Surely I have been a sinner from birth, sinful from the time my mother conceived me. Surely you desire truth in the inner parts, you teach me wisdom in the inmost place. Cleanse me with hyssop, and I will be clean; wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice. Hide your face from my sins and blot out all my iniquity . Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your

Allen: Brian you need to get your room all cleaned up. Brian: It is, come and look. Allen: (Goes upstairs) Brian, your room is not all picked up. You still have the train set all out. Brian: The train set it NOT a mess, it is a creation .