Christmas Construction

Christmas was lovely here on the prairie. We didn't go anywhere this year. We stayed at home, partially do to being snowed in and partially because we wanted just a quaint quiet Christmas with just us, savoring every moment of being all together just the five of us and making memories to hold us through next Christmas when that barrel chested cowboy of mine will be deployed to the other side of the world.

With out being planned it seems the theme of this holiday was building toys. We now have a wide array of mega blocks, knex, zoobs and stacking abc blocks. So, what do we do in the evening on family night, we still have been playing board games like Big Trouble and States, but lately it has been clear off the kitchen table and see what fascinating things we can build. Cowboy and Cody (8 yrs old) spent quite a while last night building, giggling and putting together our new entertainment center centerpiece.

The County Fair Farris Wheel.

I do not judge others but as of now, my children don't have any video games. There will be plenty of time for that later, right now it's all about reading... Magic Tree House books to be exact and creativity. I love watching the creative juices flow in my wee ones and imaginations are of the utmost importance around here. So, for now we are being architects and contractors but before too long it will artists...as soon as my son cracks open all the paints and oil pastels he also found wrapped under our 7 foot spruce tree.

Which reminds me if big brother is painting then little brothers will want to also. Anyone have a good finger paints recipe?

Hope all your Christmas's where full of faith, fun, family and friends and many blessings in the coming New Year!!

Happy Holidays from my Family to Ya'lls

Hooah!!!

My New Favorite Poem..Author Unknown

A Soldier's Girl

One night a soldier looked up into the heavens and made a plea to God.

"God I'm so alone down here. All I do is fight and face the demons of the earth.

Please send me someone"

So God called forth his angels and asked them to help create a soldiers' girl.

"Boss give her strength!" cried Michael

"So that she can bear the weight and pressure of always packing up and going with her man at a moments notice"

God was pleased and added strength.

"She must have patience!" called forth Gabriel

"So that she can have the understanding of the stress of the job that is required of her man"

God was pleased and added patience.

Peter thought about it and said "Let her be compassionate"

"So that she can sooth away the nightmares and horrors that the soldier will see"

God was pleased and added compassion.

Jesus went forth and said,

"Dad give her faith, faith that her man loves her and that no matter what it takes he will get home to her"

God was pleased and added faith.

All the saints and angels looked and said

"God she's perfect! She is beautiful and she is the one for the soldier

"A small angel took a closer look and saw a tear falling down from the face of the woman.

He looked up and said

"God she's crying, why are you making tears for her?"

God looked down and said "I didn't put that there"

To love a soldier is to take on the hardest task in all the world

Flannel and Static

Hi, Hello and Howdy.

All is pretty typical in the northern prairie of NoDak. Yep, pretty typical we now have a ground covered with that fluffy white stuff and it's cold. Break out the wool socks and flannel sheets.

Bit of useless information for you... Put flannel sheets on a child's bed and then flannel pj pants on an eight year old long legged lil munchkin and DO NOT expect him to go to sleep right away. You see there is this fascinating little thing called static electricity. Let me try and explain it the way my oldest little cowbaby did. "HEY MOM!!! didya know if move your legs fast and pull the sheet up it makes sparklers." giggle giggle giggle snort giggle.

Once again, I have that look on my face... that what the heck is this little fellow telling me. So of course I play it like I'm really not a dumb mom that doesn't have any idea what he's talking about. "I know, isn't it neat." what a generic comment but it's the best I could come up with considering I didn't have any idea what he's talking about, he's talking and I hear him but it's not combining with any known knowledge in my brain.

Come on I'm the woman who freaked herself out because I went to bed with a glow in the dark band-aid on my big toe and woke up in the middle of the night staring and kinda freaked out at the green glowing floating thing that was at the end of my bed, sad to say it took me reaching and grabbing it to realize it was my own damn toe and that was after I squeeked and about jumped out of my skin because something grabbed my toe. I'll sit here and wait while ya'll finish your laughing fit. I'm really not a blond I swear, and on paper I'm intelligent. I think I just have these brief attacks of brain snooze syndrome.

Back to "sparklers" in bed... Once again that barrel chested Cowboy of mine came to the rescue saving me from being a dippy do. Cowboy walks in the boys room, gets the same "Hey DAD!!" that I had previously received and right away Super Dad knew exactly what the little man was talking about and gave a quick kid lesson on static electricity. After which led to 5 minutes of seeing just how many sparks they could make if Daddy lifted the sheet up really really fast and convulsions of giggles and chuckles. Sigh...my cup runnith over.

There has to be cliff notes somewhere to "HEY MOM!!" moments. That is not entitled "Ask the Man."

Stay warm,

The dippy-do Mom