August 28th, 2007 everybody went to bed in their very own beds last night.
and this is where my honey found us this morning.
this is boy2 in our bed. but at 3:30a he was here
and why am i missing from my own bed?
because i’m on the couch with my infant – who also doesn’t sleep in his own bed.
(disclaimer, yes, i am well aware that i could make them sleep where they belong. but in this season in my life, i’m actually happier playing musical beds, than to have a bunch of crying people in my house at 2:30a. i have that enough without bringing it upon myself. and how long will this season last anyway, you know?)
August 28th, 2007 i’ve always said art is not about how your hand draws, but how your eyes see. (then i always crack up over the fact that the impressionism movement must have started with a severely nearsighted artist)
yesterday we learned about the element of line in art. that sounds all fancy but it’s really not. i laid blue painter’s tape down on the floor in the kitchen in a (sorta) straight line, broken lines, zig zag lines, and curved lines (not shown). we walked and jumped on them.
then we looked up an impressionist artist – no clue now who it was – you know that was yesterday. and talked about the different types of lines in the picture. then i brought them to the table where i had all this laid out.
i still had my watercolor pencils from high school (very cool, by the way – you color with them and then “paint” with plain water over them to make a “watercolor” kind of picture).
pretty fun, i say. you know, as much fun as you can have painting with a 2 year old – spilling water, grabbing for someone else’s color, tearing the paper…
but then these made it all worth it:
i drew the flower and girl for her to paint. the rest is hers. as she was painting over the girl, “mama, my prinshesh go away.” “yeah, that happens with watercolors, it’ll be alright.”
my second son drew this one. “me and my baby brother”
also by my second son. “rainbow”
my oldest son’s. “my two brothers and sister are the best.” that’s boy2, girl, and boy3 in the picture.
(credits for the tape idea go to harcourt publishing – art everywhere [thanks, aunt jill!])
August 27th, 2007 our church is participating in The C.A.L.L. they showed this video a couple of weeks ago at church (i missed it at the time, but my honey said it was very stirring).
it is truly a God-sized mission. they are aiming to have no waiting children in foster care in pulaski county, arkansas by november 2008. wow. how much impact could that have on our children? on our state? on your life?
i’m not sure i’ve seen a real-life Christ-led life-changing opportunity like this one. ever. go to the site. watch the video. allow yourself to be convicted. and realize – if you’re waiting to be “called” - you missed the boat. you already have been. not by this video. but about 3000 years ago.
this has been a hot topic in my ring of friends lately. adoption is everywhere. and i used to look at it as “do i want to adopt?” but it’s not about me. it’s about the kids. as a friend said recently, “if these kids were standing on the side of the road with a sign saying that they were hungry and in pain – we’d pick them up and take them home to feed them. but they’re not, they’re hidden away and it allows us to sit complacently and say, “wow, i sure am glad somebody else was called to help them.” i’m a prime example of waiting. i have a newborn and we just moved. they urge you to not do this if you’ve had a life-changing event in your life within the last year. but, maybe, just maybe, those of us who will have no more children of our own, but will have aching arms and hearts to hold more little ones of our own, maybe we have a new little one to hold just waiting on us. and after all, who models adoption as the most loving “you are mine” picture better than God. we are adopted into the kingdom. He chose us. and brought us home.
do what you can, when you can.
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