After days weeks of waiting, Dora’s first pearly white appears.

All the things I have to do
Like Noah’s ark march two by two
A never ending laundry list
of tasks cry out not to be missed
Each one vies for my attention
Hopes at least for honorable mention
A daily contest: who will win
Dishes?
Dust? or
Three children?

In the midst of this commotion
Comes a balm, a magic potion
Seeping to my very core
Something that will peace restore
In chapter 3 of Lamentation
A promise that will end frustration
I have hope, I’m not consumed
The days loom large but I’m not doomed

With morning’s light hail mercies new
Compassions from my God debut
Faithful Father, One I need
Daily for Your help I plead
Please, this raging storm abate
Seeking you my soul doth wait.
Peace descends ~ still much to do
But now I know that I have You.

“This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the LORD’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him. The LORD is good unto them that wait for him, to the soul that seeketh him.”

Lamentations 3:21-25 (KJV)

In this room

Tread with care;

Legos, legos

Everywhere

In the bed

On the floor

Bare feet

Enter here no more.

Actually, we have lots to do … we’re just not doing it.

Here is Brother dutifully completing a phonics worksheet.

Here is said worksheet. Not sure what the random gunman at the top has to do with the letter “B” but there you have it.

One of these is my new favorite picture of Dora … I just can’t decide which.

Thoughts?

In addition to remotes the bin also seems to acquire random Lego creations and drawings and there as been some discussion as to whether or not the Wii-motes are re-motes.  Still, research shows that remote searches have declined by 84.6% since the hanging of the sign.  And that’s better than this mom had hoped for.

Each Wednesday, Grandma and Papa bring my niece for an afternoon of play.  The kids do well enough together on their own but today I thought it might be fun to have a project.  Brother’s been learning about cave dwellers and our art book has a great picture of the Lascaux cave paintings.  A quick search turned up this fun art project.

First the making of the mud … I mean, paint.  We collected the dirt ourselves but left the lard making to Crisco.  I’ve been down that road before and it ain’t pretty.

See all those bowls?  You can never have too many shades of brown.

We hung open paper bags in a little alcove outside my front door then had the kids go into their “cave” and start painting.  Technically speaking letting them paint directly on the brick would have been more realistic but the Lascaux paintings have been there for hundreds of years and I wasn’t sure I wanted muddy drawings on my alcove for that long.

Ultimately this experience taught us that although cave paintings may look primitive anyone who can get mud to look like anything other than mud is one heck of an artist.

His father wants the hair long.  He doesn’t understand that no amount of water, spit or gel will tame this.

If you perchance pass us on the street, please know this is not my fault and that in other parenting areas I’m doing pretty good.

Lego Attack by Brother

Rock Monster Attack by Sister

Why is stop motion animation so violent?  Peace, Lego people, peace.