Thursday, March 8, 2012

Score!

I am not sure which i am most excited about scoring!
The new homemade headboard or the new $10.00 salvation army trunk. 
However, I am sure that i scored best when i married my awesome husband
who got them BOTH for me!


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The song below is regularly sang around our house...since 2009. With, it's 3 minute twirls and steps - we dance. A worthy needed reprieve from the redundant cooking of dinner or schooling toddlers or making beds & giving baths. With the humming of his voice and strumming of guitar strings we ask the question. He grabs my hand and asks me in his singing voice ...why don't we... dance anymore? twirl. I'm not okay with that. Why don't we laugh anymore? I'm not ok with that. .. love.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

where you gonna put another kid!!?

I can't tell you enough how many times i have heard these statements:
where you gonna fit another kid?
you still live in that small house?
where in the world are you gonna put another child?
How do you have room for 3 kids?
is Lincoln sleeping in the kitchen?
you guys need a bigger house.
i don't come to your house because it's too small
and on and on and on...
(i am not making these up.
i have literally heard them from all kinds of people teens & family and friends)
Noting* i have also heard lots of good things from people as well who are really encouraging and totally get it and don't care at all that i have a small house.
but this post is not for you well mannered sweet people
Lets cover the basis...and let me make my peace

yes. we have possibly outgrown our small little starter house that isn't much of a starter house anymore. We are kind of stuck here and so we make the best of it.

yes. we do need (and i use the word need lightly)  a bigger house just so we can have these peoples over and not be crammed.

i would be more inclined to say yes, it would be nice to have more room to have friends and family over without being crammed.  ya know, a place to have the teens come hang out. to open up our home for church stuff. that is of course a desire of mine... 
but please know, for our family...we got all we need. We actually have more than we need.  i constantly think of Francis Chan's radical example that he attempts to live crazy by significantly downsizing his own home and giving away his resources to the poor.  he didn’t feel that he could justify owning a 2000 square-foot house when 1000-square feet was enough for his family. He wants to see Christians forgoing much of what we consider necessary, what we consider our due, in order to focus on treasures that are eternal. He wants us to get outside the realm of what is comfortable to us and focus instead on radical obedience. He says,  “God doesn’t call us to be comfortable. He calls us to trust Him so completely that we are unafraid to put ourselves in situations where we will be in trouble if He doesn’t come through.” Francis is the real deal. He has made personal choices that are so contrary to our normal lifestyle that it baffles most people says a reviewSo, pretty sure i couldn't do that right now in my situation...and pretty sure i would naturally only want to upsize...but it sure does serve as a great reminder to be happy with what we have and know what we need, not what we want. And a check as to the reasons i would someday love a bigger house. To serve others and use it for God, however he would want.  To be able to have family actually spend the night. To have a place where my family can actually all sit at the table together (is that too much to ask??) and have a place for my boys to grow up and be happy. To not clutter it with stuff but with people and memories.

and so i agree....
I think our kitchen is sooo annoying that two people can't fit in there at the same time.
and our kitchen table only seats 4. but there is no room for a bigger table.  sooo...having people for dinner is ..um ..awkward.
our driveway is pathetic and there is no parking on the street....so lucky for them - any guests have to park over in the lovely hospital parking lot and walk...which by the way is going to be gonezo come construction on a new building over there.
btw, i am dreading that 2 years of construction right in front of our house....
Now...all of that is no fun. but wait...
We somehow have had everything we needed as our family has grown larger. Making room is an endless job of rearranging and bringing in and taking out of pieces that will work better. not that i can't be satisfied ...  which i sometimes wonder if i ever will be but it's more of the being creative and trying out things to effectively have places to keep all our stuff using the least amount of space.  and it's just that. stuff.  I have even heard that we shouldn't have enough stuff to have to get a storage unit...but that's coming from someone with a garage and a much larger house. So it's funny to me...that a family of five - with a very small house...not run out of room. Unless we want to keep our christmas stuff in our bedroom and our winter clothes in the bathroom, our deck furniture in the living room and the strollers & cribs & baby clothes bins in the kitchen. Our basement is utilized for living...not for storing.and i don't see at all that it is unnessecary stuff. Like...anyone one with kids know you can't get around without some of that baby gear, a pack n play, car seats & pass me down clothes.  Or a place to store even suitcases. or pictures. or bikes, or kids memorabilia. or winter coats or games. or books...see. I have what most people have...just seems like more stuff because it's in a much smaller space. :) and so what most people have in a garage or even a bigger home or attic or basement or closet...i have in a storage unit.  I still stick by that as being the best worth it decision we ever made.
(besides our children of course:) 
wow. i am doing some major defensive rambling.
So lets not talk anymore about what we don't have!
Lets talk about why i really wanted to write a post on this.... 
what we do have! 
Not only do we even have a place for Lincoln to sleep...he's got his own room plus we even have a  school room in this little itty bitty house.  can u even believe it? We have plenty of room for laundry. We have a little room for jake's crappy (excuse my word use...there just isn't any other word to describe it bc i tried)  tools and all his man junk. We have a big fenced in backyard. A little stream and woods to play in. wildlife to watch. a deck to throw things from and  tie toys around ropes to hang over the ledge. a place to grill.  a hill to slipnslide in the summer or sled in the winter.  tree's to climb. windows overlooking the deck overlooking the yard to watch them play from the very small kitchen. 
(and really...this is not bragging...bc you would know that if you saw my house...but since this post is getting so long you may be forgetting...you can scroll back to the top and re-read what people have said to me and that is where the big Ol' emphasis on how spacious my house is comes from. well my kids rooms are.
(just not my living room, kitchen, and bathroom)
plus i feel the need to point out the positive.
anyways...where was I? oh yea...
and the boys have a BIG ol' room to theirselves and even their own bathroom.  Complete with a toilet and a shower! now it's the farthest thing from the pottery barn pictures flashing through your head i know...(think more like toilet on a platform) but it's perfect for them.
Jace does say he wants to be King.  
and they both have huge closests. (see not bragging...defending:)
to show we all have what we need and more.
(for now anyways....)
and for the past 5 years, 3 kids later.
and until Lincoln needs to sit at the kitchen table with us for dinner...then we will see 
and i don't even know if i want to give up their room or our big yard.
I think i would probably lose private backyard space for a bigger house and that kinda makes me sad.  
soooo
Yes i would love more space so we could stop this nonsense of moving things around everyday trying to make the most of our small spaces. (my husband emphatically backs up this statement)
yes i would love more space so it wasn't so cluttery and messy all the time. Like..if you leave one thing out in our living room...that takes up most of our living room.
Yes you can see the whole house by turning 360 degrees  when you walk in the front door. I mean...a tour consists of standing there saying...here is our kitchen and pointing. Our living room which you are standing in and five steps in any direction you will soon be out of. Our bathroom and bedrooms {pointing} "right there and the final statement...."well thats it." oh and the basement that you can't go down unless you are a kid. :)
we don't have a sidewalk to ride their bike on or a front yard in a quiet peaceful neighborhood but we have been able to run...literally run...across the street in case of an emergency..
and with 3 boys - that's good for my heart.
plus...we get to see fire trucks and police cars zoom by our house at any given moment. Sometimes that moment happens to be right after i got a baby to sleep....thank you sirens.

but our backyard...peaceful and lovely. private and fun.
it's like the same thing as what we use to call mullets.
"business in the front and party in the back"
i strongly dislike the front of my house...but love the back.
all the good things stick to my mind
 coming from someplace much smaller..it's hard to complain.
Our kitchen is actually bigger and has wayyy more counterspace than the small little apt we came from. I remember the feeling of so badly wanting more counter space. and now i have it so why am i complaining. And i really really could.  I feel like the Israelites...they get what they had asked for and prayed for and then it's so shortly forgotten and it's not good enough anymore.   I remember the many frustrations of sharing one washer and dryer with a whole apt. complex and venting how i can't wait to have our own someday and wash clothes whenever i want! and how badly we wanted a place to call our own. To paint the walls and have a pet. And now we don't have to smell what everyone made for dinner and our oven, though it's old and ugly.... actually fits a digorno pizza in it.
 I can even work on a tan in my own backyard without a college professor walking by.

alllll this to get to the following pictures. wow.
i must have been holding that in for sometime now. lol.
i guess i just want to shout out how grateful we are for what we have and i don't care if you think my house is small.  and how thankful i am for my friends who don't care.
like pretty much all my friends here. 
 they still come over and don't complain!  
Like...i thought we are to be content with whatever God gives us?
so...for those critics who have made any of the previous statements at the top we are managing quite well in the "well where are ya gonna put those kids" house.
SEE...
 in their big huge room that is perfect for them and all their "stuff"
which has been rearranged this weekend for optimal space.
 






i really don't know what these people are talking about!
and there is plenty of room for Lincoln too!


just no room for you...sorry
:)





Friday, February 24, 2012

we love to paint...


we were looking for some new wall art for the boys newish
 re-arranged bedroom
 (pictures tomorrow!)

 and this is something they cant even mess up if they tried,
which is really fun for parents and kids!


 plus, i love that it's their original masterpiece
created by them...and not their mom trying to paint some kid picture that she hates and will have to stare at while she zones in on all the flaws. Here, the flaws are cute. and why have adults paint kid pictures when kids can paint kid pictures right?

 and they even placed them so carefully in the spot they saw best...
(which might later be changed by me...we can wait on that)

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

i love having boys...


 with their wild imaginations and their dirty little shoes and
grass-stained hole-filled jeans

i love these...
rock throwing, bubble blowing, Mcdonald going,
bug catching, stick fetching, toy chucking,
bike riding, kite guiding, sword fighting little boys!

I love their....
lego blocks, wars with socks, handcuff locks
fort building,  couch jumping, superhero something little boys!

I love my...
 wrestle pinning, goofy grinning, game winning,
Jesus singing
animal stalking, trail walking, funny talking little boys!

I love my...
knock knock joking, half-nelson choking,
annoying poking,
costume wearing, selective hearing, brave and daring
little boys!

my...
rope tying, tree climbing, dragon flying,
food flinging, dirt digging, slingshot slinging,
hotwheel driving, pool diving, high fiving,
tent sleeping, log leaping, brother keeping little boys!



not to mention the excitement ball kickers, candy lickers, and moustache stickers can bring!

 wow. i just made that boy poem up. go me.

(here he had just saved and then wrapped up the princess because she wouldn't go to McDonalds with him.)
below he is showing me who is under that helmet
(he thought i really didn't know it was him)


so...this sums up that thought.
i love looking out the window and seeing these boys
using their imaginations!

Friday, February 17, 2012

I don't know when Jace grew up but when he says things like:
"hey mom, i'm really getting along with a new friend in choir. His name is Eddie. We should have a sleepover."  I realize it's begun...  I mean, he's "getting along" with a new friend. Who says that?  
Or "mom, i'm going to save up my money for a Jet ski. I'm going to save all my money until i am 15 and then i can buy a jet ski and we can use it on the mississippi river." days later...he scraped up 12 cents under the couch and as we sneakily watched him put it in his bank sure enough we heard him mumbling something about his jet ski and 15. We asked him how much he has, proudly, he told us 2 quarters, 3 dimes and some pennies. But i know this kid. Not that he is the best saver in the world (remember, he is king of the claw machines people) but i do know that once his mind is set on something he will not be deterred. For example saved up $50 to buy his own claw machine this last christmas but changed it when he realized the possibility of finding one to keep in our house was slim and bought a very cool batman contraption instead. but he was patient and worked hard.
and...
How do you know if you have a kid who really does love Jesus??
when they say..."Mommy, i would really like to take Jett's spanking for him. That's what Jesus did for us and we should be like Jesus." hmmm...try figuring out how to deal with that one! (after reminding Jett that he has like the best brother in the world...and that he needs to tell him thank you...) we see how far we go to see if Jace backs out...and he doesn't and he really would have taken it for him...but we decide to let this one go and give a spiritual lesson on how not only Jesus payed the punishment for us but rather compare how we tested Jace to see how far he would go...God tested Abraham with his son Isaac. All the while hoping Jett isn't manipulating or scheming for his next act of disobedience with the intentions that his brother is gonna always help him out. Jesus only needed to pay for our sins once....ok Jace. just once. lesson learned...now after this...Jett is on his own!

I guess if my current parenting challenge is that my son loves Jesus so much ... i can live with that.
and Jett...well i guess i'm glad he has an older brother to teach him to love Jesus... (ex. listening to the boys talk in bed one night Jace preaches to his little brother "Jett, we are like sheep to God" and Jett says....I know! you tell me this every night!!"   Good to know they have conversations like this.  I love how they need each other! I might not have a daughter but watching two brothers be best friends is awesome!



Friday, February 3, 2012

My husband and i have come across this idea and adopted it as a way to exchange nice words every day. Which is quite interesting that there are good things to say when you just look for them! It has taken away my overly dramatic "you never" statements because everyday i am finding there is something i can thank him for. i know i know... 2 words to never says in a fight is always and never ! You always do this! you never do that! i remember that great piece of marriage advice that i rarely take heed to. yes, that was a confession. anyways...so...I just have to pay attention to him and those little things he does for me. It doesn't come as naturally as it did those 15 years ago when we first started our relationship! so of course, as with everything it requires effort...a small, very small amount of effort. I just need to acknowledge that he brought me home a fountain drink bc i was dragging that day, or he at least asked me to watch the game with him, he was extra patient with the kids today, he cleaned up the house, hugged me good morning and kissed me goodbye or even salsa danced the wii dance workout with me....no matter how embarrassing it was for him. So we have been doing this for a little while now and it's kinda fun! It started on one of our mirrors and the notes change throughout the day. Then i got this brilliant idea...if i could just thank him or tell him why i love him BEFORE he does it, then it will happen...see my point.. It probably falls under the manipulaiton category but i tried this out and it worked...

however...this was just a test run. After he saw it he confronted me in the morning and said...um...i thought we were writing nice notes to each other? I answered...that is nice...i just knew it would be nice of you!  And today i love you because your going to take me out for dinner!
Folks, that is how you successfully ruin a good thing! I guess i just thought men need hints! and subtle hints dont work! I thought they just wanted us to communicate and flat out say what we want. Anyways...so that was the end of that. But i still think it was kinda funny :)

 It reminds me of a time when i got so lost on my thank you cards that i was thanking people that didn't get anything...sounds terribly tacky i know...I must be the only one who does this! but as i was explaining this to my sister i said...wait...do you think if you were to send someone a thank you note that didn't get anything that they would then get you something?  lol.  Thank you Aunt Tia for the gift. We love it! Would you scramble to the store? I probably would! ok. so that was just for fun.There are a lot of glitches in that plan so it would never work. I thought maybe if i was really specific...thank you for that gift card to american eagle one could show up in the mail a few days later. But that doesn't really make sense....  This brings me to one last thing...i gave up on my thank you cards. how awful is that? I am so lost i sent 3....yes 3 to my uncle. I lost the first one, mailed a second one, then found the 2nd one in my car 2 months later and mailed it and then wrote another one off of one he wrote me back and thanked him again. (it's complicated to explain) I've always had a baby shower with someone there writing a list of what was from who. Well i started out that way...making a list...but then it got sparatic and i didn't have my list on me all the time...and then with Lincoln and all that went on those first few weeks...yea...i got all messed up with keeping track.  a few months ago, I was in the middle of writing a thank you card to someone that hadn't got anything when they called me and was at the store and said..."i didn't get Lincoln anything yet, but do you need diapers?" Must have been from God! even though it made me look bad I told them the "funny/embarrassing" story anyways... and told them they totally could have gotten credit for getting him a "gift" without getting it! Their thank you card is already in the mail! lol. ok not really. God's timing was impeccable! Anyways...not sure why i started on this...by now i can't remember who i already thanked. I think i missed one here or there. but if this is you..please know i am thankful! i know what you got and i am thankful! 
ok...i'm tired. need to go to bed and stop rambling. talk about a rabbit trail....

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

peek into our week

been busy at home these days....
here's a peek inside the week!
volcano explosions for school
 (more like flowing bubbles)


and this is just wierd...they were modeling volcanoes and then it turned into snakes and then they lined up all these markers and crayons for a snake fight. Andddd it lasted for an hour and a half....no exaggeration. I finally made them put everything away and play outside...that lasted for 20 minutes...and that was with me telling them they can't come back into the house every 5 minutes. They were crying at the window saying "please can we come in now!" I couldn't help but laugh at the patheticness of the situation. The fact they can't play outside or the fact their mean mommy won't let them in the house! wish they would take their indoor imagination with them outside!



and then the Jman's 1st ever awana grand prix car...which is so Jace once you see what it is....bc we definetely aren't going for speed :) In fact there is probably no one slower than Jace...so his pick fits perfectly!  We figure that with all those nice great race cars someone should be prepared incase one was gonna need to be towed....so Mater it is...
slow goofy ol' Mater :)


then we made this just for fun..


and Jett made his own shirt...which is still drying so i don't know what i think yet... idea from pinterest of course...




and below these cute bow n arrows!
Which actually do work wonderfully!
here lets just say the rest are pinterest ideas just so i can give the credit where it's due and show you what we have been doing and what we have been eating (what fatty foods we have been eating)  here at the Rosekopf household of boys...





 mmm...cinnamon pretzel bites...right out of the oven they taste just like the kind at the mall :)



 (oops..below is not pinterest..it's mil's)
and velveetyishly delicious)




 well that's it for now.
one of these days i will have something better to post...

Thursday, January 26, 2012

food


Cheesy Creamy Baked Ziti

I came across this recipe about...hmm...8 years ago and it's been my husband's favorite ever since....

Mix Together in one bowl
8 oz cottage cheese (sm curd)
8 oz Sour Cream
8 oz Cream Cheese
(or less or more...the recipe calls for more but i just guess and try to make it even) Depends on how much cheese you like!

Mix together in another bowl
cooked Ziti noodles
Spaghetti sauce
italian sausage or ground beef together

layer - 1/2 of meat mix first
cheese mix next
rest of meat mix on top

top with mozzarella cheese & little parmesan
so easy and i need easy!
this tastes better than it looks
my family's favorite! Probably cuz it's so cheesy and unhealthy! And probably because it's the only thing i don't mess up!
and here are some other yum food i of course got from Pinterest
and took pictures of because...well...remember it makes me feel good to know that I accomplished something on my boards.

Which by the way...homemade poptarts might not look as good as store bought ones but they were DEFINETLY wayyyy better! (Probably because you can just LOAD in the filling as much as you want!)
 and here is one way to get Jett to eat cucumbers:)

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

much in the window, but nothing in the room....

"We have bigger houses but smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgement;
more experts, but more problems;
... more medicines, but less healthiness;
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet
the new neighbor.
We build more computers to hold more
information to produce more copies then ever,
but have less communication;
We have become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods
but slow digestion;
Tall men but short character;
Steep profits but shallow relationships.
It's a time when there is much in the window,
but nothing in the room."
 

stole this from my cousin's fb status...who stole it from someone else who probably stole it from someone else...either way, it's a quick read with some good points ;) ....and since i don't have anything else to write right now
...this will have to do!

Monday, January 23, 2012

It only takes a spark....

This is a very strange photo i know. never lacking in the "weird story" department though. unfortunately i wish i was once in a while.
This would be the result of sticking your hand in a broken outlet socket. While on the phone with a friend last night i was trying to plug in the iron. Yes. you read that correctly. I was going to attempt to iron folks. And then God came to me in the form of a burning outlet and saved me from the treachorous boredom awaiting me.  There were pops and sparks and one flame that came and went and the next thing i know is my fingers are black and i'm seeing spots. Now that i think about it, that would have been very interesting to be the one on the other side of that phone call. After all the snap crackle and popping i said "i think i just electrecuted myself" (don't know how to spell electricute?)  My finger isn't burnt, it's just like soot or something....don't make fun of that if you DO actually know what it is. I have to be honest a few thoughts came across my mind.

#1. God was punishing me for not going to church yesterday. Which is funny bc that is kind of some insight into the small group study we are doing. I should have gone to learn about  how i view God could be wrong vs how he REALLY wants me to see Him.
So maybe he wasn't punishing me.
I will let you know in 12 more weeks.
By the way..it is such a loonnnnggg day when you stay home from church. ugh. it lasted forever.  I had a child up all night with croup the night before and another one with a cold and pink eye in two eyes. I would have wayyyy rather gone to church....

ok where were we?
oh yes,

#2. God didn't want me to iron Jake's clothes.
and who am I to question Him?

 
#4. It only takes a spark to get the fire going....
sang over and over again, my heart blazing with passion for witnessing...or because NOW i really believe it that phrase. (direct from the hymnal that i used to conduct a morning and evening worship service in my house to make up for not being able to go to church)
what? you don't believe me?


 
#5. i'm so dumb. Says also the 3 friends and a husband i texted pictures of my fingers to with a sentence that looked like this  "i just electrecuted myself."  and of course i can't spell electricute so they really think i'm dumb. Of course jokes on them...they think my fingers are burnt and i get to let them squirm for a second or 60 before deciding to clarify the situation!
Come to find out i didn't electrecute myself since i'm here typing and taking pictures! I really was seeing spots though. And i felt wierd. and my fingers were black. But they didn't hurt.
 And i realized a second later they weren't burnt, just black.
Jake came home from church and looked at the outlet and said....um yea. that one is broken. Look...there isn't even anything there. What did you plug it into?
I said...derrrr....i was on the phone.
 I wasn't even looking.
That is just dangerous. For the kids. For me. Glad it wasn't worse or didn't set our house on fire! And i have all my fingers! Yes...those fat fingers in the wierd picture above!

Sing with me...it only takes a spark to get the fire going ...

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Mhmmmm - Amennnn....






two kid funnies in 10 minutes ;)

We spent part of the morning looking at  internet pictures and real videos of turtles and frogs for school today when we happened to come across all the other animals that God has made...

 like whales, squids, and sharks. One particular one of a shark eating a man...not that i clicked on it but it was a small box amidst 20 other boxes of videos....BOTH boys were so scared they ran crying under the table and screamed for me to turn it off. Whoops...poor kids...some teacher i am. I laughed and Jett sternly informed me it's not funny and God shouldn't have made those bad animals. So at least we are learning SOMETHING here at home...evolution is wrong :)

Then we were praying for lunch and as i was praying i was getting some serious but dramatic mmhhmmm's and amen's from these cute little 3 year old and 5 year old guys for everything i was saying. For example...I said "Father, thank you for this food we are so fortunate to have...(background i hear mmhhmm...) and help us to not take for granted all the things you give to us ("ameeen" - Jace) and thank you that we can rely on you to provide all our needs (mmhhmm) You are good. (mmhhmm - Jace) and thank you for daddy (mmhhhmm-Jett) and that he works hard so we can be happy and together (ammeenn - Jett) ...and so on and so on.
 Fast forward...
I open my eyes and the boys are giggling like crazy. Apparently their genuine little hearts were actually not so genuine ...and they were mocking daddy from last night when they prayed at bedtime and daddy was amenning and mhmmhhingg during their prayers... 

Lord, thank you for these children that make me laugh throughout the day! Mmmmhmmm...Amen!



Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Been listening to Tim Hawkins this morning and thought it was worth sharing!....so funny and amazing on the guitar! tons more clips on youtube... Check him out!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

walked by the boys chore chart today and this cute awkward handwriting got my attention.  I remembered telling Jace the other day in a desperate attempt to keep him busy so i could finish whatever it was that i was doing that if he wanted to fill out his own chores this time he could....but then i completely forgot about it. He never brought it to me or anything and i didn't even know he took my advice. 
So...upon further notice i realize that he really DID fill out his chores and these are not just random letters. And i'm not sure if this is good for a 5 year old or terrible. As i zoom in on the pictures i can start to make out what he was trying so very hard to write.

1. Clen up yor tos (clean up your toys)

2. Do not col mom fat.
seriously. Why did he come up with that one!!
Who has he been talking too??
But he is right, he shouldn't call his mom fat.

3. Do not tof....???
 ok i had no idea on that one but he told me later one was don't talk with your mouth full but it was to long to write.

4.  don't let the dog get the muce (monkey)

5. obayorpiris (obey your parents)

6. love yor piris.
 (he knows love bc it's a "sight" word in school this year)

last one is do not toch the stov. (do not touch the stove)
verified by Jace


interesting to see how he pronounces this stuff. Piris? Muce? this sounds like a child that has a cold and he doesn't have a cold. Maybe he should see a doctor...
oh kids..they are so funny.







Wednesday, January 11, 2012

thank you God...

my husband's prayer for dinner the other night:
"thank you God that Loren finally joined Pinterest...

 because we now we can all eat..."
i am determined to actually make and create and do the things i have pinned on my boards.
otherwise i'm just wasting time dreaming!
 now my husband's dreams of eating food is coming true!
and i'm just taking pictures of what i am making bc...well i'm so proud of myself that i can do even the simplest stuff...that it's worth remembering. :)




Saturday, December 17, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Sweet Sunday Night Traditions

Sunday Stories & Hot chocolate ~ our newest family tradition and so much fun! After church we get our pj's on and pick a spot on the boys bedroom floor and lay out blankets. We get our stack of library books and our hot chocolate and some sort of comfort bread (banana bread tonight) (pumpkin bread last week, coffee cake...etc... u get the point) ...and start in. Fully animated and with my husband's great voice overs we laugh the hour away. Even little Lincoln lays on the floor for his happy time and gets his legs & feet played with while one of us reads. We whittle away the pile and wind down. And then it's time for their nightly visit from the "TUCK IN MONSTERS". We kneel on the end of their bed and hold their blankets way up high...and this is how it goes...




The tuck in Monsters


are here to tuck you in.


You can't stop us we always win.


We tuck you in from side to side (remember very animated)


We tuck it tight so you can't hide


(Personalized for each child)




Over your face ~ so you can't see


Where is Jace? Now don't you pee.


(yes he still has an issue with this)






Over your face ~ so your all set


wait a minute ~ where is Jett?!




Over your face ~ i know what your thinkin


peek a boooo my sweet little Lincoln






Your tucked in good now for the night


if you try to get out


Tuck in Monster might just bite!!


now shhhh...


A kiss and a hug


look at you all snug in a rug


(written by...well me)

I've gotten quite the response to it..in the form of many many MANY giggles and the fact they stay in bed because well the tuck in monsters only make their rounds once a night.



(yawnnnnn....)


Bed sounds great. I'd love to play the sleep deprived mom but i have an a. maz.ing. 6 week old sleeper on my hands. In fact...tonight i swaddled him (which i can't express how much this boy loves to be swaddled) and layed him in his crib awake at 10:00 and he put his little self to sleep on his own. I anticipate the next awaking at about 5:30 then 7:45. And even then he goes right back to sleep. Oh Baby Wise book...where would i be without you? i know the answer to that. frazzled hair. stumbling around. easily irritated, changing diapers with my eyes closed....it would look something like this.


anyways...where was I?
oh yes. Bed.


Good night!


I love my family of 5!


Friday, July 29, 2011

Jace, the soon-to-be 5yr old!

Put the boys to bed (in their new room downstairs) about an hour ago. And I keep walking around my quiet house with my bottom lip pooched out. It keeps just naturally happening. I just had the last good-night tuck in to my 4 yr old. Tomorrow he will be 5. Like...he won't ever be 4 again! That means he will only get older and older and older. Not like this is a new concept or anything. But how does a baby turn 5 all of a sudden! I swear that's how it happened. So as every mother does...I acted really goofy just to watch them crack up so hard they can't breath...read extra stories and I gave extra hugs and kisses and stayed extra long before i begged him and begged him to not turn 5. Which he then said "it's better than 80." I agree. I even made a promise I would let him stay up ALL night so he could stay 4 longer. He turned it down realizing the sooner he goes to bed the sooner his birthday will come. (well, more like his presents.) I tried to talk him out of it by telling him it's much more fun to be a kid. Grown ups have to work. Pay for stuff. Make the food. They can't pee the bed anymore or wear stinkin pull-ups (which i was currently putting on him.) even "5 yr olds shouldn't be wearing pull-ups!" was the last thing i ironically said.... which to my extremely bad timing and completely detrimental to my very good point - i peed. on the floor. right in front of them. I couldn't believe it. I coughed really hard and i couldn't control it at all. Dumb pregnancy bladder. Really that's the truth, but how do i explain this! Even so, the boys did not care. It was the funniest thing everrrrr to them. And to rub it in Jace said - "see mom, even grown ups still pee their pants." and laughing, handed me a diaper.
this is the first birthday Jace has woken up with at least one parent here...so I have plans to give him a very special unforgettable day. Daddy won't be home right away but we will be starting off the morning with ...dun dun dun dun...DONUTS. His fav. And his other request to have anything to eat/drink in the whole world was - COFFEE ?? How bad would that be if i gave him his own?? Oh the things that make them feel "big". Lunch i think i'm gonna throw in a double, maybe even the biggest triple decker peanut butter and jelly sandwich he has ever seen. (Maybe he'll never ask for one again) and we will then see where the day takes us - which will probably take us to a cake & this new cool birthday ice cream he's pumped about.
As we were looking for presents at Toys R Us yesterday - he scanned the aisle and astonishingly exclaimed "MOM! Mom! (in his extremely excited high pitched voice) All the stuff on TV is really actually REAL!" To which i responded...yes and we have to use REAL money to buy it too!
So to my oldest...Jace Michael. I love him and his hugable juicy kissing momma's boy self. My compassionate child - we've come a long way from pushing kids and bullying them. I love your big heart that loves people and loves God. Your hilarious goofy "funny doody" class clown like tendencies. The words you make up. The faces you make. Your hopeless brillo-pad like hair you have. The things you say. Your inquisitiveness about ..um everything. Your smart. squeezable, caring self. a great big brother and a wonderful son. I love you love you love you.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Good friends 101

i just gotta say i am thankful for good friends. Friends that take my kids for the day or just a few hours so this momma can catch a break. Someday soon i hope to repay the kindness to those who have handed out a favor every now and then to help me out. For today i would say i'm thankful for friends that come over to help and don't care that my house is in shambles. that my eyes are puffy almost swollen shut due to excessive exposure to dust & allergens. It definetly does something to your pride when a friend sees you at your worst. And today it was. Covered in paint, swollen eyes, messy house, ugly outfit, no brushed teeth and a little kids pink barrett Jace found in the basement that belongs to "one of his friends" that nicely hold up my bangs. The life of Loren doesn't get much uglier than this. Seriously. I feeeeeel dirty. I look dirty. It's one thing to be all gross when you are home by yourself but another to let someone see you like this. And that is why there are good friends out there. She helped me look up baby rooms & crib bedding. And she listened as i showed her all the projects we were working on. Annndd then i showed her my leg. Yes my leg. From my Menards Parking Lot FALL yesterday. It was raining and down i went in my skirt. Pregnant and all. And it hurt. I have fallen lots of times. But never embarrassed enough to cry. Well there was unfortunately too many people around and i was in pain and crying like a two year old. I not only hurt, but i was already in a bad mood and now embarrassed and it put me over the top. Jake walked me back to the car like an 80 year old and let me cry in there. He kindly told me i didn't have to go in to menards (where everyone checking out through the glass also saw this) but i think maybe HE was embarrassed and didn't want me to go in with him. lol. So i sat in the car and cried ~ Then i took pictures of my bloody leg and sent them to my family members. lol. And so today my friend saw the scrapes. It was sooo painful and stung so bad that i did not ever clean it or even touch it. And it was probably working it's way to an infection. I wonder since she asked if there was tar in it. Well jake gets too queasy to look at it and my mommy isn't here to fix me. And my kids have never seen such a big scrape before so they are obsessed with looking at it. And my lovely friend told me she would dress it and take care of it for me. I told her that she really doesn't have to get that close to it but it would make my mother proud since 2 hours previously i got a lecture about how i needed to clean it and take care of it. I told her i was NOT putting hydrogen peroxide on it. It would sting way too bad. And I am just going to leave it. But my friend poured a whole bunch on it and listened to me scream and groan in pain with my head inside my shirt. I think she even said - i wish i had a camera right now ~remember this is the worst i've ever let someone see me. puffy eyes. head in shirt. groaning. hairy bloody legs...anyways she cleaned it all out and put medicine on it and taped it up for me. . wow. that is friendship. lol. And man will i be so much more sympathetic during all the 25 falls my boys will have on cement this summer. Those scrapes hurt!!

craziness is what i long for

it's crazy over here at the Rosekopf house! I'm insane. I couldn't agree with my husband on that 48 hours ago but now i see his point. i admit it.



Lets do this pro/con style.
The pro ~I packed way ahead of time for once.
The con ~ I have had nothing to wear but bathing suit bottoms and a tank that doesn't quite cover my stomach. no exaggerating...it covers just about HALF of it. Not much of a sight. I asked my husband today why he hasn't commented on my outfit. Shaking his head already defeated he said...there is probably no right thing to say here. I said...it's ok. u can call me white trash. I know it's the most awful ensemble ever. But all my clothes are packed. And all we are doing is working our tails off. I don't want to have anymore laundry to do before we go. But i can't even look in a mirror.


Pro ~ Being persistant pays off when you want to see something get done.
Con~ paying the price for being persistant at the wrong time is no fun at all :)
According to my husband or any other "sane" person most likely, i chose the most inopportune time on getting the house ready for the new baby. Which has set us way back to the early stages of packing. I can't find anything anymore! I just knew there would be no other time with our summer :( So whats the big deal about getting the house ready? Do we know ALL this entails people? We have SO. Much. Stuff. for such a small. house. Storage is lacking. And making room for a baby basically means cleaning out TONS of stuff to empty our basement room for the boys. After 2 days of serious begging...whining...pouting (all of the above) we are proud new owners of a garage away from home. A storage unit. A lifesaver. A space saver. A stress reliever. um...what else? oh a money sucker..but a needed money sucker. I don't even care...anything for a cleaner more organized house to live in. I have had more people say "so where are you gonna put another baby at in that house?" to which i would love to reply "hey now! i'm very thankful for my house and don't worry about it anyways!" We gots ourselves plenty of room! What more do we need?? (Of course i would love more of that thing called "space" but we have what we need and i have got the contentment thing down with what God has given us.

So... today, with more and more convincing on my end...we changed gears from packing and getting ready to leave to totally revamping our house. To which i now sarcastically say...
great idea, Loren.

Pro: I really had the fact that i'm only going to get more pregnanter (not a word i realize) if we wait any longer, going for me because then my help and contribution would decrease dramatically.


Con: (unfortunately he begs to differ...my help was pretty less than average today) I just WATCHED him work. I got in his way. I bossed him around. I couldn't lift stuff or bend over to pick up stuff or move things out of the way. pathetic. He would turn around and be like "Loren, why are you staring at me?" i would say "I don't know what else to do! but since i'm making you do this i need to be involved somehow!"


Con: So we ~ok HE worked all. day. long. with a cold. poor guy. u know men and their "colds" And oh the arguments about how i can't do everything & keep up with all this house stuff by myself and i can't move stuff and fix stuff and i'm pregnant for goodness sakes so just help me without complaining...and all the arguments about me being helpless, insane, unorganized, & messy etc...and why this is all so unnecessary today.

Pro: we came out the second half of the day much better. Because deep inside..i know he is glad we did this. (not sure if he would admit that but i know he must feel that way :) It feels good to have decluttered your life. And get things ready for the next phase. and of course for him to see the vision i have had this whole time. I just needed him on board and once he saw the finish line I couldn't even get him to stop working. Which took all morning to convince him he needed to be working :) man i am good :)

Here are pictures of the first half of the boys new but unfinished room.

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