Painting with cars

If you know my boys, you know they love cars. They love trucks and anything that goes. However, they aren't big on paint, coloring, or anything like that. So, to incorporate both, I thought it would be fun to dip wheels in paint, and roll them around on paper. This was easy and fun. The clean up was easy too. This was my kind of project. This winter, I will probably do this again. Next time, I will tape large sheets of paper down on the floor, and do a much larger version of this. Give it a try with your kids.

Just tape down paper on a table, let them pick out different cars, and put paint on paper plates.

Here we reinforce red and yellow makes orange. We have gone over this a million times since Halloween.

 

Final product.

A Missed Opportunity

This past Sunday, my church started a series called, "Justice." It is a 5 week series covering world issues that we (us living in the US) tend to ignore. Sunday afternoon, I sat with a group of friends, discussing the 1st week's sermon on orphan care. You could tell that everyone, at some point in the discussion, was overwhelmed by the problem....and also overwhelmed with how to reach out and help. I was also overwhelmed. However, I started to think, 'what if I just took the opportunities that came my way to make a difference. Not just with orphans, but with everyone.'

Suddenly, my thoughts went back to 2 weeks ago. My husband and I had been invited to go to the South Carolina v Tennessee football game at USC. The people that invited us, got us the tickets, set up the tail gate, and did everything. All we had to do was get a babysitter and show up. It was such a treat.

I won't go into the details of the game, but Tennessee lost...and it was time to go home. We headed back to the tailgate, in order to let the crowd thin and stuff our faces with more food. About an hour later, it was time to go. We were given 2 loafs of spice/pumpkin bread for the road. It was SO good. A separate loaf had been on the table at the tailgate, and I probably ate 4 pieces. Needless to say, I was pretty excited. I didn't need the extra calories, but it was really good, and I pictured myself munching on it till it was gone. Yumm.

We had decided to give one loaf to Chris's mom for keeping our boys. That was fine with me, as long as I got at least one of them. However, as we were walking to our car, there were 2 men walking towards the stadium. One man was pushing a shopping cart, full of cans and bottles. The other, looked a little less healthy, and possibly had some mental illness. I could tell he was in need. I heard a voice say, 'give him the bread.' I wanted to, but we had already decided to give one to Chris's mom...and if I gave away the other loaf, there wouldn't be any left for me. So, I ignored that still soft nudge to give him the bread. I kept walking, and almost immediately, I knew I had made the wrong decision.

Could I really be this selfish? I had probably eaten more in the past 5 hours than he had all week long. Yet, I just kept walking, trying not to feel guilty. It didn't work. In fact, I have felt terrible about it for a while now. I just wish I could go back and have a re-do. Know what I mean? In the grand scheme of things, is it THAT big of a deal. I think the answer is, yes.  My mind keeps going back to Matthew 25:45. "Truly, I say to you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me."

I did finish the bread. I finished it this morning actually. I wish I could find those 2 men, and change my decision. I can't. All I can do, is pray that my actions will be different next time. That I will learn to be less selfish and more of a generous giver. And the next time I hear that soft voice saying, 'GIVE,' that no matter what, I do it...and with a generous heart.

Rice Pumpkin Treats

I saw this on Pinterest and thought I would give it a go. I used the recipe on the side of the Kellogg's box. Unfortunately, Sam couldn't participate in this project. He is allergic to rice. I also realize that Mattox is wearing the same shirt that he wore when we did the glitter pumpkins. Ha. It's in the weekly rotation because it's so darn cute.

First, you melt the marshmallows with butter.

Then, add the Rice Krispies.

While everything is still warm, add the food coloring. (Red and Yellow = Orange)

Put butter on your hands and roll into a ball. Top with Tootsie Rolls.

Mattox didn't care to participate with this part. He didn't want butter on his hands. :/

 

Overall, this was pretty fun. The hardest part was getting the treats to stay together with the Tootsie Roll in them. Good Luck.

 

Glitter Pumpkins

I got this idea off of Pinterest of course, and thought I would give it a try. It looked easy enough. Just another idea to hype up 'Halloween Day' as my 3 year old calls it. Do your own glitter pumpkins and let me know how they turn out.

First, we painted glue to the top of the pumpkin. I used a larger paint brush than usual.

Next, we sprinkled/poured glitter on the glue.

'OOOO so pretty,' Mattox said.

 

And...there you go.

 

Refiner's Fire

Yesterday, Chris and I celebrated our 5th year wedding anniversary. As we were eating dinner, and talking about the last 5 years, I realized how God has used my marriage to change me. Once I decided to marry Chris, I quit my job, relocated, started a new job, purchased a new home, married, got a new dog, and then another new dog (RIP Buddy), had my first child, quit my job, and had my second child. No amount of premarital counseling could have prepared me for all the change that would take place, once I said, "I do."
I married a patient, kind, loving, hard working, God seeking, funny man. However, marriage has not been a cake walk for me. I have been on such a journey in marriage, even in the first 5 years. I told one of my friends, that once you get married, it's as if you are walking around wearing a huge mirror. For the first time ever, you see yourself the way your spouse sees you, and sometimes that is quite disturbing. You see how your selfishness and bad attitude looks in the eyes of someone else. You also see how it affects someone else. Someone you care so much about. If that doesn't help drive you to change, I'm not sure what will.
 In 5 years, God has taken the great qualities of my husband, and used them to help me become a better person. Through Chris, I have learned how to give people the 'benefit of the doubt.' I have learned how to give things time, and not be so reactive. I have learned how to be less dependant on other people's opinions, and more focused on what I think is right. In harder times, God has used Chris to teach me patience, unconditional love, and forgiveness. God has used marriage, to show me that I can't change myself, but if I lean on Him, I can change. Did you read that? God has used marriage to teach me how to lean on Him: over, and over, and over, and over, again. In almost every way, marriage is teaching me how to be more like Christ...in the way that I live, love, and serve. Cheers to the past 5 years and to a lifetime ahead. To God be the glory, great things he has done.

False Guilt

I am not exactly sure why I feel compelled to write about guilt. I haven't done anything specifically wrong...other than the normal screw ups of the day. However, for some reason I laid in bed last night thinking about guilt. It was one of those things that just popped in my head as I was reviewing the day, thinking about the documentary I had just finished watching on TV, and praying for people on my 'list.' Somewhere in all of that, I started thinking about how it feels to feel guilty. I was thinking about how people and circumstances have made me feel guilty in the past, and how guilt plays itself out in my current day to day life (especially as a mom...you moms out there totally know what I mean). As a mom we feel guilty about everything. Personally, I feel guilty if my kids don't get outside enough, if they have watched too much TV, if they had too much sugar, if I walked away from playing with them to fix dinner or sweep the floor, if dinner isn't made, if the house isn't clean..etc The list is endless. Guilt also shows up other ways. You know what I mean? When something you think is a good idea, blows up in your face. What is that sick feeling that results? Guilt. Or, when someone blames you for something that could or could not be your fault? Guilt. But last night, a new phrase popped in my head when I was thinking about this. The phrase, 'false guilt' came to mind. I suddenly became aware that there are 2 kinds of guilt. False guilt is the kind of guilt that makes you feel small...makes you feel hopeless...makes you feel ashamed of who you are. It makes you want to hide. For me, last night, I realized there is a distinction between this 'false guilt,' and a tugging of the Holy Spirit for change in our lives. This tugging occurs when we do things wrong, or need to change, so in a sense, it is like guilt. But it's different. It doesn't feel the same...does it? Seems like it's more of a conviction. There is hope in this kind of guilt. It's a drive for change. A drive to be better, do better, think better, and live better. It's not a sick feeling in the depths of your gut. It's a realization, call to action, and a weight lifted. THIS is the kind of guilt that we should welcome. From now on, as I am working to be the best wife and mother I can be, I will try be aware of the false guilt that persistently tries to creep into my day.

Leaves Fall...in the Fall.

A few days ago, the boys and I went on a walk to collect different types of leaves. I thought it would be fun to collect them, and glue them on a piece of paper. Both boys seemed to enjoy picking up leaves off the sidewalk, and putting them in their bag. I think they learned a lot on the walk. We tried to pick out different colors and sizes. We also picked up some pine cones, acorns, and sticks for a later project. All in all, the walk was the best part of this project. They seemed to laugh when I kept explaining that the leaves fall...in the Fall. I'm not sure what is so funny about that...but Mattox has always had a thing for alliteration and such. They also thought it was hilarious that we ran over dog poo; specifically, that I was so grossed out by it. When I used the word, 'grody,' it sent them into hysterics. That was definitely the highlight of the walk for them.

As far as the project was concerned,itt frustrated me a bit. Mattox kept trying to put glue on the leaves that had already been glued onto the paper. I noticed this on one of his projects he brought home from preschool the other day as well. I guess we need some practice with the glue. Ha.
Despite my frustration, I kept hearing a friend (former educator) saying, "It's not the final product....it's the process that's important." So, I tried to relax and let him do whatever he wanted with the glue. LOL

I put glue in a small dish and let them put it on the paper with paint brushes. I thought it may be a bit cleaner that way. I was surprised how quickly Sam picked up what we were doing.

After a few minutes, Sam decided to taste the glue. He only did that once.

Final product....but remember...it's the process that is important. :)