Time Out for Mommy

I had a Mommy day today. And not a "mommy please do this, Mommy, please do that" day, either. (Those are a little more common than the rare day I experienced, and I am not quite so inclined to celebrate them...although I must interject that I do really love my life despite its seemingly endless demands.) It was a much needed away-from-kids-and-responsibilities day. It was a day to feel rejuvenated, uplifted, inspired, and changed for the better. A spiritual spa day, if you will. For my birthday, my mom took me to something called Time Out For Women, a program of amazing speakers whose job it is to essentially make me feel better. About life, about myself, about all of the things that I am called upon (or put upon myself) to do. And boy howdy, I loved every minute of it.

I wish that I could list, right here, all of the amazing things that I am taking away from this experience, all of the times that I laughed or cried or felt the amazing power of the Lord's love me and for all of His children. Yet, at the risk of sounding trite or overly simplifying something so unspeakably awesome, I must refrain from that laundry list.

But I will say one thing that I have learned that I hope to never unlearn or forget again.

Women are amazing creatures. We are resilient, we are talented, we are giving, we are powerful, we are industrious, we are brilliant, we are strong. And we are too hard on ourselves. If we could spend even 5 seconds seeing ourselves the way the Lord sees us--as the gifted, wonderful beings that we are--our lives would change immeasurably for the better. Now, of course, I am not saying that we should stop doing what we can to become better each day. But I am saying that what we can give is enough, however much or little it may seem, as long as we are in a partnership with the Lord.

So, painful as it may be, I am going to start forgiving myself for not being perfect, for falling short day after day after day. And I am going to start loving myself for what I do have to offer, not cursing myself for what I can't manage to accomplish, or learn, or master.

I think it's time we all do that.

Magic Beans

One bag of pinto beans.
90 minutes of fun.
30 minutes of clean-up.
Was it worth it, you say?
I'm still deciding.
I'll let you know when I get all the beans out of the carpet.

Consider Yourself Warned

Just in case you ever wondered what it looks like when a baby has a love affair with an avocado.

It's not pretty. But it is cute.

Well Hello Again, Zoo...

On Saturday we decided to take advantage of our semi-fallish weather and hit the zoo. (By semi-fallish, I mean less than 105 degrees.) It was pretty toasty by the time we arrived at 12:30, but not miserable, and we ended up having a lot of fun. (Certainly this was in large part because of the exorbitantly-priced kettle corn that we happily consumed.) I don't think we've been to the zoo since Alexa was born so it was a happy reunion for all, especially the elephants...apparently they really missed us.

Fun Aunt Laura was here for the weekend and came along to play.

Lexa wanted to give a little shout out to all her peeps.

Perhaps not the greatest day to be caught in a fake spiderweb.

Laura bought the girls Koala bears after a

conversation that went like this:

Julia: Can we buy some koala bears today?

Daddy: Hmm, maybe next time when Grandma & Grandpa are here.

Julia: But...Laura's here!

Because roaring like a lion while holding on to a newly

acquired koala bear is every girls' fantasy.

Not everyone is a fan of the fake baby elephant, though.

What an end to a swell (but not sweltering) day!

Covering all the Bases

Lately, Miss J has a two-part excuse when she fails to do something that I've asked her to do.

Mommy: "Julia, did you pick up that [insert object here] that I asked you to get?"

Julia: "Oh, I didn't hear you. And I forgot."

So which one is it? We will probably never know. But at least the girl knows how to cover her bases.