Thursday, May 25, 2017

Noah's Ark

Sometimes kids ask questions that I have a hard time answering.  While I am okay knowing that God had a plan with the ark and taking animals two by two, I don't really know logistically how it all worked.  But, they want those logistics.  

How did the ark have room for all of those animals?  How big was it?  What did the earth look like covered in water?  On and on.
Sometimes, as a parent, I feel like I should have all the answers to what my kiddos ask.  And, I also feel that I should be able to adequately explain any answer I give.  Not true.  Many more times than I would have imagined would come about, I simply don't have the answer.

I find myself trying and trying to explain things, and feeling like I'm somehow giving up when I cannot get the point across. 

However, I'm slowly realizing that we really don't have all the answers, and that is the beauty of our faith.  If we could explain everything in a form accepted by these little minds, there would not be much use for faith, would there?

So, instead, I try to focus on the magnitude of God's love and His world.  

The answers are not always ones we will fully understand.  But, the mysteries in life are what make it complex and point to Him.

And, isn't that what these little lessons are all about?


So, little ones, keep asking.  I will keep trying to satisfy your thirst for knowledge.

All along, I feel we are going to realize that He has created a very complex, beautiful world that sometimes only makes sense in the context of His love for us and aching for us to be back with Him.

As we go, we'll keep cutting and pasting our way through the thick of it all while praising God that cows were on His ark!

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Mid-week Likes & Links



This article is so powerful.

I had so much fun with Brooke on her podcast this week!

I might have made Joanna Gaines' biscuits four times already.  I can't find the recipe online but it's in her summer journal!

We bought this little cot as an easy thing to fold out when the kids need to nap somewhere other than their rooms.  Peter is using it now, and it's so handy!

This isn't a gel manicure, but it's easy for home (I may paint my nails once a year)!

We are re-arranging our playroom/school room a bit.  I'm adding this to the mix.

Of course, I've still been listening to podcasts.  I love #25, #26, and #28 from Dr. Meg Meeker.

I'm jumping back on My Fitness Pal and paying attention to steps.  Anyone want to be fitness buddies?

I am not his fan, but how neat is this short video about education in Finland?

Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

The Old Western: Year Two

I don't know if you remember the story of the Old Western Dance last year.  It went a little something like this: Carter wanted to do it.  A sweet little friend of his asked him to be her partner.  They practiced for four days.  On the fifth day (the day of the contest), they were told that they were all winners.  When the actual winners were announced, Carter was not one of them.  Then he started crying that he had been "lied to!" - that "the man said we were all winners, but do you see a medal on me?  He lied!!"

Oops.

Fast forward to this year and a deep explanation of what the man really meant.
Same girl asked.  Same practice.  This time: 1st place dance.  And, here it is in pictures...





Dance #1: The Hokey Pokey

Dance #2: The Shottische


Dance #3: Two Step



Dance #4: Bunny Hop

Dance #5: Chicken Dance


There was the Cotton-Eye Joe, too!

Meanwhile, Sophie found some of my mom's childhood boots before the dance and fell in love.

Watching the older groups.

Practicing for their turn.

They were convinced they found Tom and Jerry's home.

Sophie wanting me to spin her.

Heading down to wait for the results.



One proud brother.

He's well on his way to being a little dancer!


Monday, May 22, 2017

Catch Up Time: Easter

So, who writes a post about Easter more than a month later?  Me.  

I'm on top of things.  

Here's one for the memory books.

Dying eggs.







An extended family egg hunt.













Then, the hunt at our house on Easter.









The new tradition...the egg smash??



Not quite understanding what we were supposed to be picking up.