A B See Photo Meme: B is for Birthday Season!

 

My kids are so clever. And they love surprises. Which is an awesome combination at this time of year in our family. ‘Cuz it’s birthday season!

Not only are two of my 3 sisters celebrating their b-days in January, but my mom and I share the same birthDAY. That’s right. I was Mom’s birthday present thirty-eleven years ago.

The cake you see above is what we had on our special day {No, I did not take this photo}. The store where I bought it calls it Chocolate Lovers Delight. It’s chocolate, obviously. Is there anything else more worthy? I think not.

But the best birthday news of this month is all about my beloved…one of my own blessings…my one and only personal computer guru…drumroll, please…Spider X!!! This year is a significant birthday for him. My hubby is turning…well, I’m really not at liberty to say. Let’s just say he looks awesome!! His cake doesn’t deserve to be seen on my blog because it’s boringnot chocolate. Oh well.

And while we’re on the subject of my husband, I guess it’s time to explain his pseudonym for those who aren’t in the know. “Spider X” is a two-fold name. And not at all creepy. Or weird.

The “spider” part is actually cool. During high school, hubby was the goalie for the hockey team each year. As a goalie’s job is to hover in front of and protect the goal – which resembles a web – he got the nickname “Spider”. See. I told you it was cool.

The “x” part comes from a favorite tv character. Having watched his fair share of cartoons as a kid – and as an adult – one of my husband’s favorite shows was the original “Speed Racer”. And therefore, Racer X was his fave car-racing dude because he’s an older brother just like hubby. So that’s where he got “Spider X”. Here’s his avatar.

Anyway, let’s return to what I said at the beginning of this post about my kids being clever. On Spider X’s birthday, the Chicklets used their super-abilities for good to surprise their daddy. After breakfast in bed {for him, not them} they sang and danced to “Happy Birthday” a la Wooton {from Odyssey}. It was priceless. And potentially embarrasing when we meet their future spouses. And show them photos.

But the best part came next when the kids presented their daddy with a treasure hunt!

Here’s the first clue…

 

It’s in code so hubby figured that out s-l-o-w-l-y…

 

and then raced to the answer here:

This was the next clue…

365/5

…which led to here and clue 3.
This clue told Spider X to race to the playroom where he found this…
365/6
On the other side of the car was a track that led to a fortress made of blocks. And inside was the birthday boy’s prize…a homemade gift certificate to a Richard Petty Driving Experience! {Of course, this will have to wait until next time we’re on one of our travels and near one of these tracks.} Anyway, the Chicklets had fun making up the treasure hunt all on their own, Spider X had a blast racing around finding clues, and I loved every photo opportunity. It was a great day!
The best part of birthday season is that it lasts for 2 more months while the Chicklets celebrate their big days! That means more cake. Maybe even cupcakes. I’m not sure what flavor Mr.C will want. He’s known for being all over the place on sweets. But thankfully, I can rely on Catz to make the right choice…chocolate.

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Good Intentions and Other Such Junk

Good intentions rock.  You come up with an idea or a solution to a problem and make plans to follow through.  But somewhere between the creation of “the great idea” and actually fulfilling it, you get waylaid.  Sidetracked.  Distracted.  In essence, you’re not following through as planned.
The fact that we actually have words to describe our diverting off the main path is a testament to the many people who fall into this ditch.  But don’t worry.  Getting back on the road again can be done and your primary objective can be pursued with no negative ramifications. {big smile here}
Really? Nothing negative?
Truthfully, I want to say that the above wordy-words are all a bunch of gobbledy-gook.  When I don’t follow through on something it’s usually due to (a) procrastination, (b) my challenges in the time-management department, or (c) it’s not low-hanging-fruit-like enough to grab my attention.  That’s not to say that the forgotten item isn’t important.  On the contrary, it usually is.  I just have a zillion-and-a-half things on my mental to-do list — and that gets kind of fuzzy most days — that sometimes I’ll miss something very dear.
Take 52 hearts, for instance.  Here was my big shining dream to give a bunch of people a big paper hug.  I had planned to send a card to one person each week all year.  Now, I know it’s only March, but I’m just a bit miffed at myself.  My big card plans?  Kind of kaplooey.
Well, not totally.  I did send 4 cards in January. One I sent to my mom as we all celebrated her 74th birthday.  She adored it!  My mom is really so gracious in her praise, it’s like getting a phone-smile when I speak with her.  I also sent a birthday card to my oldest {eldest?} sister, but I’m not sharing her age for fear she’ll revoke my borrowing privileges of her power washer.  That’s pretty big stuff here in central Florida, folks.  During love-bug season our white Magnum looks like it has 5 o’clock shadow. {shudder}

My second sister, the closest-in-order-to-me sister, was a birthday card recipient, too.  That’s right, January is a big month for birthdays in my extended family.  In fact, only my third sister and my dad have birthdays in another month.  Then once I grew up a little {cause I’m not quite all the way grown yet, don’tcha know} I managed to marry TechDaddy, another January baby.  Cool, right?My fourth card went to a woman in my neighborhood.  She’s not quite a friend yet, more like an acquaintance.  For this post I’ll call her Becky {but it’s not her name}.  She has a unique story, my neighbor Becky.  I’ll share that with you soon.

So back to my greeting-card-handing-out track record. February was a bust.  I guess I could blame it on Valentine’s day and a special birthday, but I felt like I let a bunch of people down.

Isn’t that silly?  I never told anyone I would be sending them a card, yet I had a guilt complex.  I think it’s that crazy thought we sometimes allow ourselves to be gripped by, that “oh no, I goofed and there’s nooo getting out of this one.”To be honest, that’s how I used to feel about my life.  The past I had lived wasn’t very pretty.  It was dirty and ugly and full of shame.  I did and said some horrid things.Many times I felt that there was no way out, that I couldn’t make it better, and I would never. be. forgiven.But I was wrong, only listening to the enemy.  Instead I chose to listen to the King and what He had been waiting for so long to tell me.

Words of love, that I matter, how special I am, and that 
                  I had been forgiven.

“…your sins have been forgiven on account of His name.” 1 John 2:12

So after Jesus picked up the pieces of my life and made me whole again, I moved forward to begin brand new.  A fresh start.  And now I remind myself that I don’t have to stress over falling short in my good intentions with 52 hearts.  Start over.  Send out the rest of those cards.  Hearts are waiting and there’s no time like now.

How are you connecting with the people in your life?

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52 hearts: How someone connected with my family

Today, instead of sharing how I made connections with others, I want to give you a bit of my story and a connection that was made with my family.  Maybe it will inspire you in your walk somehow.

When I gave birth to my first baby over 15 years ago, my parents were ecstatic.  They already had three grandsons from one of my sisters and were overjoyed to have a little girl to dote on again.  Well, two weeks after Catz arrived we learned that my dad had pancreatic cancer.  We knew the prognosis for this specific disease, but we prayed for healing all the same.  A year later, at the age of 60 and on Mother’s Day weekend, my daddy moved to heaven.  We were thankful he knew Jesus and there would be no more suffering for him, but ultimately we were heartbroken.

All I could think about were the missed hugs and fun times my kids would never have since my dad was gone.  My mom more than made up for the hugs and fun, but a grandpa is different and I missed that for the kids.

But eventually my eldest brother-in-law, Roger, took on that role.  Eighteen years older than TechDaddy and me, Roger became a close friend to my husband and sort of a father figure for me.  But what really made an impact was his relationship with my kids, Catz and MrC.

He was their uncle, but Roger became like the grandfather they never knew.  Though he lived over an hour away, Roger would sometimes stop by our house out of the blue.  To deliver a birthday gift or just to say hi, he really made a difference.  But in the fall of 2008, at the age of 58, Roger went home to be with God after a massive heart attack.  This time all four of us were devastated.  We all felt his loss deeply and still do.

Last year I had often prayed that God would provide a man to fill that gap with my kids.  Not someone who would be exactly like my dad or my brother, but a man who could share a little bit of that grandfather-like wisdom with them.  I stopped praying for that, deciding that God would grow my kids the way He intends, that we didn’t need someone like that.

And then we met Ray.  This past February our church started a food pantry to help supply the needs of several large food banks in the area.  My kids and I joined the ministry and met Ray, the leader.  Over the next couple of weeks we got to know Ray as we stocked food items at the church.  He and his wife are the sweetest people!  As retired parents and grandparents with family living nearby, they already had their hands pretty full.  

But knowing a little of our story, and that my kids don’t have a grandpa, Ray made a huge gesture one day in an email: he wanted to become the honorary grandfather to Catz and MrC.  Wow.  I was stunned but in a good way.  After talking it over with TechDaddy, and making it clear to Ray that we had no expectations, we happily accepted.

Since then we have felt so blessed.  Ray has sent birthday cards with a cool button to each of the kids as well as Easter cards.  When he sees them after church he gives them each a peppermint {my grandpa used to give me mints, too}.  And every time Ray’s around he gives them a hug and tells them that he loves them.  Gee, makes me misty-eyed just remembering.

Isn’t that so cool?  You see, connections can be made in any number of ways.  What ways has someone connected with you that made a positive impact on your life?  What connections have you made?

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Our First Gift

When I woke this morning still snuggling under the flannel sheets, a smile slowly crept onto my face as I pondered the day to come.  “This was the day,” I said quietly as my strong yet sweet husband slumbered next to me.

This was the day, fourteen years ago, that began a new chapter in God’s Great Book of Life.  The chapter that God has laid out for our dear, sweet daughter Catz.  For today is her 14th birthday!

Reflecting on these years the memories are like wispy clouds amid bright sunshine…her birth and adjusting to being a new mommy…her sweetness as a two-year-old when she held her newborn brother…dancing with her daddy at a friend’s wedding…her giggle and sharp wit…the bond between she and I that has grown beautiful and strong just like her.

Amid the laughter and singing that is inevitable on such a special day as this is remembrance.  Scattered amongst the pile of wrapping paper and ribbon is thankfulness.  And hidden between the last crumbs and frosting on the party plates is hope.

Because out of the ashes of a devastating miscarriage, hope was reborn.  Where once there was grief and loss instead emerged the beautiful blessing of a sweet baby girl, resulting in prayers of thankfulness.  And in the everyday snapshots that a mother mentally captures and stores away over these many years are also carried remembrance of the precious, perfect gift she was given. 

One of the many ways God is awesome, don’t you think?

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Change

I love change.  {big pause} Okay, that’s not entirely true.

I love change that I:
 (a) know of way in advance,
 (b) am happy about, and
 (c) have some sort of control over.

When it comes to being flexible, I’m not.  I try, oh how I try!  But my mind just gets so wrapped up in what I already know that a sudden change in plans puts my head and heart in a tailspin.  {{Sorry Honey…that’s my high-maintenance quality you’re so used to. Love you!}}

So, knowing my change parameters, it should be no surprise that I revamped my blog a bit.  I wanted to change it, I was happy about the change, and I had complete control over it. Sigh. I really just changed the colors, added a background ala Cutest Blog On The Block, and changed my cute baking gal back to a happy pastel {from the former Christmas motif}.

I am such a visual creature, relying very much on colors and design to set my emotional happy-meter!  It’s been tough for me this last year to want to redesign my blog but not having the know-how in my noggin yet. Hmm, this sounds like a future post.

Anyway, another reason for my bloggy alteration is in honor of Birthday Season!  Yep, it’s a season here at my house.  January is the beginning with mine and Hubby’s birthdays just days apart.  Ahem…and only 1 year difference, thankyouverymuch. {{Learn to count, Sweetie.}}

Next in line of the birthday holidays is Catz’s big day in February.  My sweet girl will be 14 this year. What a lovely young lady. SighAnd finishing the season in March is MrC’s fabuloso day.  Wow, is 12 already here?  He’s growing sooo tall…I’ll be looking up at him soon!

I like my new blog look.  The sweet cupcakes go with my bloggy name very well.  After all, muffins are just an excuse to eat cake for breakfast.
 
And as for change and being flexible?  I’m working on that.  Oh, and the control thing too.  Good thing this is January…God’s blessed me with room to improve!

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A B See Photo Meme: D is for Darling Dress…a la LOTR

 

Seeing as Catz’s 13th birthday is coming up, I guess I can divulge one of my latest projects {and do the A B See Photo Meme, too}. Last summer my sweet girl requested I sew her a special dress for her special birthday. She chose this one {dress A} due to her love of the LOTR series of books and movies. And hey, it’s a pretty dress!
No, I don’t consider myself a seamstress. That term I save for those girls and women who can whip out a wardrobe in a week {or less}. They’ve got skills! Me? I feel very blessed if I can make a skirt. In less than a year.
It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I always seem to find other things taking up my time. Like homeschooling. And making dinner. And reading all the 119 blog feeds I signed up for. I really need to prioritize.
Anyway, as you see, the pattern pouch is sitting on some of the fabric Catz chose. It’s a deep olive/forest green and it is supposed to will have gold satin lining in the sleeves as well as something similar to shantung in the yoke.

For those of you who are saying “Shan-what?”, don’t feel bad. When I first saw the word I couldn’t decide if it was some sort of fancy cutlery or a disease of the mouth. Praise the Lord I have Google to define words or I’d have to walk to the bookshelf and crack open a book. I personally think using the computer to define a word is a lot like using a remote to change the tv channel. But that’s another topic…back to sewing.

In the above photo the pattern is also lying near my nasty Kenmore sewing machine. Yes, I am thankful I have my own machine. Especially when there are starving kids in…uh, wait. Wrong story. Anyway, I’m happy, even thrilled to have this noisy contraption device to sew on. But let’s face it. This thing is so ornery that it often times simply refuses to work properly. It’s like a toddler keeping his lips firmly shut when mom is trying to feed him. Veryfrustrating.

But I am determined to deal with it. So here I am. With a beautiful dress to make for my cutie. And a moody sewing machine. But I have one more thing that’s even worse…a deadline.
So before I get back to sewing, I have to ask…what projects are you trying to finish?

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Praying for Snow

I know, I know.  Just yesterday I was lauding the fact that here, in Florida, we have been without snow while almost the rest of the nation has been inundated with the stuff.

I have always been content that Florida has remained as God has intended this state to be. Snow-free.

So it might be a surprise to anyone reading this that I now want snow.  Here.  At my house.

{{A surprise to everyone but you, Honey, since you know how often I change my mind. Wink, wink.}}

In fact, I’m so eagar for snow that I’m praying for it.  This is a surprise to me since snow has never been on my prayer list or shown up in my prayer journal.  Not once. 

But as the local weather forecasters have been dangling the idea of snow over my head for a few days now, I am very hopeful — prayerful — that the frozen precipitation will actually arrive at my house this weekend.

Notice that I said “arrive at my house“.  I know full well that any snowflakes in these-here-parts will melt as soon as they hit the ground, if not sooner. C’mon, I was born but not yesterday.

I also have previous experience with Florisnow — my own favorite new label for silly snowflakes that try to fall in the Sunshine state.  When I was a little cutie all of 8-years-old and living in South Florida, we were surprised with a mere shimmering of Florida snow in January.

I was home with the chicken pox and my mom called me to come outside.  As my dad was getting ready to leave for work, we caught sight of little Flori-flakes {hee hee} melting as they landed on his coat.  It was neato!  I’ll never forget that moment.

And so I’d love to share a moment like that with my chicklets and hubby.  We’ll see what God has planned.  Nothing is impossible with Him.  Even snow in Florida.

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31 Days to Make Your Marriage Thrive: Day 9 – Love His People

{Hey there! Thanks for stopping by to follow my new series 31 Days to Make Your Marriage Thrive.  Every day in the month of October I’ll be giving you tips and tricks on how to make your marriage spectacular. Feel free to follow me on Twitter @LilbearMe  for more #31dmymt, and check the bottom of this post for the beginning posts of this series!}
Day 9 – Love his people.
I’m sure you’ve heard the saying “When you marry someone you also marry their family.”  I, for one, do not agree with that quote. Well, not entirely.  While you didn’t actually marry your husband’s parents and siblings and Great Aunt Bertha, you did take on the role as a member of his now-extended family.  And with that comes a certain level of responsibility.
Now that you’re married there is no more “his family” and “her family.” The two of you {and any kids you add to the mix} are your own family.  But let’s not forget where your hubby came from or who raised him.
Whether you adore your mother-in-law or think she’s one broom flight away from someone dropping a house on her {sans the Flying Monkeys}, making a good relationship between you two is essential.  She did, after all, have something to do with the raising of your man.  When he was little she probably kissed his cheek when he skinned his knees, stayed up all night when he had a fever, and baked his favorite cookies.  She loves him, too.
Even if you live on the other side of the planet from her {or any other extended family members}, try keeping in contact through an occasional email or a card.  Remember her on her birthday and Mother’s Day by sending her flowers {and reminding hubby to give her a call}.  She’ll love the thought — and if she’s wise she’ll realize your heart is in it, too.
Besides, when you show love to your in-laws it will silently encourage your man to get along with his in-laws {your people}, too.  And when everyone is getting along {or trying to at least} it makes for better relationships all around, and that makes your marriage thrive!
How do you make your in-law relationships work?
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