Actually, he’s my husband.
Doh. Did I just call Doc a fairy?? Ha. He’s man enough to take it.
Guess what I have?
I so don’t need one, but I love it. I wrote about my desire for one not too long ago. Well, Doc decided he needed one for business, and smart man, he got one for me too.
O, happy day!
If anyone needs me, I’ll be fiddling with apps, ring tones and Twitterberry. Sigh.
Reading Week: Scholastic Summer Reading Buzz Giveaway from Tech Savvy Mama
Bookmark These Sites, Mamas! from Writer Mama
25 Ways to Enjoy an Old-Fashioned Summer with the Kids from My-Super Charged Life (HT: The Simple Mom)
My latest post at New Jersey Moms Blog is now up for your enjoyment. I started writing about lemonade stands, and got thinking about swimming in the pool, bike riding, all those memories from childhood. If you are interested in this Jersey girl’s summer memories, go check it out. Remember: all comments welcome here or at New Jersey Moms Blog.
Sniff. Sniff. There is nothing better than camping and concerts, hanging with thousands of Jesus Freaks.
And when I say, freak, I mean it in the most loving way.
But the decision was made months ago, even before gas prices went all outer limits on us. No Creation this year for us.
So in honor of Creation Festivals Past - this is my list of things to bring that we wished we had with us last year.
1. small radio to listen to concerns/main stage announcements while in camp. extra batteries.
2. kiddie pool. good to let kids cool off, sort of a substitute bath.
3. water guns and extra buckets. teens walking by our campsite like being squirted. except in the face for teen girls, because they most likely have make-up on even in that summer humidity.
4. a better way to store food at the campsite. some sort of a pantry system easy to pack away
5. games, deck of cards
6. chore chart for the kids, so they don’t think camping is Mom and Dad doing all the work.
Have you ever been to Creation? Do you like camping? Please share in the comments or feel free to link back to this post.
Justice in the Burbs: Being the Hands of Jesus Where You Live by Will and Lisa Samson
Leave it to Lisa Samson to make a heavy subject an entertaining read.
Justice is a topic I’ve been hearing more and more lately in Christian circles, so it didn’t surprise me when Lisa, with her husband Will, wrote a book on the subject. The best part of the book: the characters the facts are hung on. So instead of a dry read, we follow how a Christian family finds their way into helping the less fortunate, out of the box of the church, transforming their lives in the process.
Having said that, this is not a comfortable read, especially if you are into all that big spending, over living, over commit yourself mindset. The scene about Habitat Humanity house building without a mainline church volunteer represented – that got my Irish up, but not enough to make me stop reading. And I admit the point was made – we are good at helping our own church body, yet often fail to help where the work is already under way with another (shocking! secular) organization.
Teaching justice to children
I read this book not only as a Christian interested in social issues, but as a mom looking to teach her kids how to be sensitive to these types of situations. As a mother, it’s my ultimate goal to raise my children into adults who care for others. I’m always looking for good ideas and at the end of the book several practical steps are offered to help a regular church goer like myself to do justice to others.
I don’t have to look very far to find an example for my children. Just the act of attending church for us is a lesson in justice and caring for others.
There is a boy at church with autism. I find myself frequently reminding my children to look out for him, especially when his older brother does that big brother thing and tries to bully him. Brothers will be brothers, autism or not.
I tell my children that when they see that boy not understanding how to play a game or when he cries easily with frustration, don’t be quick to judge. Show patience and love, take the road no one else walks and be his friend.
I’m not sure my boys get it yet. My boys are still competitive with each other, so to make them understand compassion and mercy to this autistic boy is hit and miss. Yet I have to try. I think of Will and Lisa Samson’s book and I know I have to start somewhere. What better place than on the playground with their own peers?
An opportunity to help
I was pleased to read in the resource section in the back of the book a plug for Compassion International, an organization I’m involved with, and one that has recently jumped on the blogging bandwagon. (What a great way to educate believers on the work of Compassion International; the power of blogging at it’s finest.)
As you are probably aware, there is a food crisis in the world today. People are starving because of lack of food and now going hungry because they simply can’t afford to buy it. Where is the justice is this situation? Compassion International is on the attack with a prayer and fasting campaign set for this Wednesday, June 25. Right now you can sign up to participate on behalf of suffering children around the world. I urge you to do so and share this story with your children. It’s an excellent opportunity to teach them about the world and the suffering in it.
Links
Compassional International Day of Prayer and Fasting
Other posts about Lisa’s books:
Consuming Summer: Quaker Summer by Lisa Samson
© 2008 Monica Brand | Paper Bridges
So. I needed a few groceries the other day (why am I forever writing about food shopping?) for Weekend Survival food - chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs, watermelon, Diet Coke. My Shop-Rite has this wonderful invention called Scrunchy’s Playhouse; a babysitting service for the three to eight-year-old set. A mother must’ve came up with the idea, I’m sure of it. And the gals who work there - all heaven sent. I’d love to go in and play with the sand table and video games.
As much as I love Scrunchy’s, and the mental break it gives me to concentrate on my shopping list, my boys are out growing it too fast. The eight-year-old decided against Scrunchy’s this time, the three-year-old went in - no problem there - but the five-year-old boy. Nothin’ doin’. I guess if the Big Brother wasn’t going, then he wasn’t either.
As you can imagine, this turn of events made me… unhappy. And an unhappy shopper mommy means: no treats for anyone. Kind of like the Soup Nazi on Seinfield. No ice cream for YOU.
Back to the drama unfolding at Scrunchy’s Playhouse: if you happened upon the scene, you may have been concerned. You may have wanted to laugh too. Personally, I was stuck between tears and cracking up. A grown woman attempting to physically push her kid into a place he didn’t want to go. Up until now I’ve always had the upper hand mentally and physically. I learned something that day: my five-year-old couldn’t be man (mommy?) handled; that kid is rock-solid strong and just as stubborn as me.
So I lost that fight.
I’m not sure what the point is of this little story, other than the fact that I suspect I have a future football player for a son. I guess the point is: you gotta know when to let them win one every now and then.
I may have lost that battle, but not the war. No ice cream for YOU, little man.
© 2008 Monica Brand | Paper Bridges
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Sorry if you’re looking for the No-frills blog round up I’ve been posting Saturdays. I just couldn’t get into it this week. Bad blogger. Maybe I’ll get it together for tomorrow.
A thought while hiking Hacklebarney Tuesday:
The nine year old balks at touching a wet dish from the sink, but lovingly handles a five inch millipede?
Huh?
She’s a mysterious creature, this tween. Not yet a teen, more than a child.
The mystery will only deepen, methinks.
