Who needs a mop?

Who needs a mop?
I know that I don't.

I tell my children to stop,
They're sassy and say, "I won't".
On my hands and knees I scrub my floors daily.
Should I actually throw my mop away?--Maybe.

Sometimes I feel like I am going crazy.
I spend all my days cleaning.
No longer do I ever feel lazy.
So exhausted, I find myself leaning,
Against walls to hold me up.
Do I love motherhood? most of the time--Yup!

This poem is so silly!
I am exhausted today.
Eliza has been so sick, Really!
I do all this work without getting paid.
Even when I am so tired,
My kids are still totally wired. . .

It's a good thing I love them!

Perhaps I should have entitled this,
"The exhausted mother with sick kids and a messy house". . .
no, that is too long.

I hope everyone else is feeling and doing well!
Have a great day.

Uhm, I love having a little girl

Whenever I am frustrated with my little boys and all the messes they make, I just talk to this little munchkin.
Isn't she cute! Ryan and I sure love her. (We love our boys too, they just make bigger messes and break things more often.--I am sure Eliza's time will come.) We went out for Valentine's day last week so we can spend tonight with all of our little heart throbs.

They are our greatest joys on this earth.


Happy Valentine's day everyone!

May you all have a wonderful day celebrating someone you love!

Organic = Bugs included?

It was difficult to decide what to name this post, here were a few other thoughts:

"Organic = bugs --> REALLY?!"
"Ewe, Gross!"
"What do YOU eat for breakfast?"
"What you see is not necessarily what you get, sometimes, there's more!"
Back when I was going to school I learned in several of my science classes that the word "organic" refers to something "living" (or it lived at one time). Some of my professors laughed at the idea of expensive produce because it was "organic". What a great way to make extra money, right? Charge more money for produce because it is "organic". The only problem is that all produce comes from a living plant; therefore, all produce could be considered "organic".

I see a lot of produce that is labeled as "organic" and I assume what the grower means it is "harsh chemical and pesticide free".
(Shoot! sometimes it takes me so long-more than one day-to type a post, and I forget what my point was...)
Which is nice, but I don't love buying produce with insects or insect eggs in it. I am never surprised to find a bug in produce grown in my yard, because I just picked it. I do find myself rather disturbed sometimes when I find insects/eggs in purchased produce. More specifically insect eggs that have hatched in the organic grain I purchased and kept in my cupboard in a tightly closed container.

Early last fall I really started getting into grains. I purchased several grains, and made up an 8 grain cereal. I ended up just dumping some of the grains into the mixture because they were so small. I never thought I would open my cupboard and find the above picture. My boys and I had eaten more than half of the grain mixture.

I was shuttering with disgust when I started writing this post over a week ago, but I am starting to tell myself I am still okay. I am not sure what I am going to do. I can't decide if I want to continue with all these grain in cereal, or just sprout them forever more.

What does everyone else do? Grind grains, sprout, pop, eat whole and hard, boil, or just go without all together...

Nothing in my hand!

This is what my hand looked like yesterday morning. I had 9 stitches after the metal plate was put in. Then, I went to the Dr. office yesterday afternoon and . . .
Voila, no stitches! I am so excited to finally have nothing in my hand . . . that has to be removed.
If you had told me at the beginning of this experience that my hand would look this good, I don't think I would have believed you. I get emotional looking at the picture of my hand below. I am so grateful my hand is healing so well. Thank you to everyone who has been praying for me!
Here's a cute story I heard recently:
A couple weeks ago my son, Brycen, and niece, Grace, were at preschool and all the kids were jumping on a trampoline. Grace stopped and said something like, "Guys we need to stop and pray for my Aunt Sara's hand." So they stopped, had a quick prayer, then resumed their jumping.
What a sweet little girl. Thank you Grace!

FIRE!

I learned today that if you have enough newspaper and oxygen, it is really easy to build a fire with one hand!
Ryan has been building all the fires this winter, but that will be changing! I am not sure why I have not done this yet this winter. Maybe it is because I am not sure if I can split wood yet. Splitting wood was hard for me with two good hands. Just another little challenge to figure out, I guess.