Last week at this time we were still recovering from the initial shock of having our house broken into. Things have settled down considerably, but we are still trying to put things back together and make them better. The kids seems to have forgotten it even happened.
We are very thankful for all the sympathy that our family and friends have shown to us. A huge thank-you will be going out to the Greens, as they are taking a weekend to come out and help us fix things around the house. They have disguised it as a birthday treat for Jeanne (Happy birthday to you!), but we know that the gift is for us.
This makes me wonder, how have I shown sympathy to others? Is a listening ear enough? Was I too busy to help in some way? Would a batch of cookies help? A dinner or the offer to babysit? A note of encouragement? A phone call? Can I take my eyes off myself long enough to look at others?
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
not again...
Yesterday afternoon I took Dot to her gym class. Jamie and I spent the time at the library, where he picked out Rolie Polie Olies again. We picked Dot up and headed home, Jamie all excited about watching his dvd, Dot dreading it. (We've watched it a lot...)
As we waked in the door I noticed some food on the floor of the kitchen. "Who's been in the freezer?" I asked. Dot immediately piped up that her two year old brother had done it... ha. That sinking feeling hit me when Dot ran into the living room and called out that we had been robbed again - the dvd player was gone. She started sleuthing right away, trying to find what had been taken. She can't resist a mystery...
I called Jim, and then the police. This time the entry was forced - they broke down our door in the basement, and then kicked open the door that leads to the basement. For all that work (the doors are quite heavy!), they got very little. Obviously, they took the dvd player, bought for $40, but they also got my earrings (this time they weren't worth much), and the handmade quilt and baby dress that were ready to give out at the next two baby showers. The police officer came quickly and made her report, but it took a long time for the crime lab to come. While waiting Jim went out to buy supplies to fix the doors, and then I took the kids out to buy a new dvd player (another cheap one!). Finally crime lab came - and couldn't find any fingerprints, unfortunately. Jim then worked on the doors (we won't be using them anytime soon!), and I put away all the stuff that got thrown out of our drawers. Most everything is back to normal.
It's much harder to put your life back together. (I immediately put in a bid for moving, all the while knowing that it isn't practical at all.) How long does it take before you feel safe in your house, or safe to leave your house? How long before you stop "hearing things"? How long before you start trusting people again?
As we waked in the door I noticed some food on the floor of the kitchen. "Who's been in the freezer?" I asked. Dot immediately piped up that her two year old brother had done it... ha. That sinking feeling hit me when Dot ran into the living room and called out that we had been robbed again - the dvd player was gone. She started sleuthing right away, trying to find what had been taken. She can't resist a mystery...
I called Jim, and then the police. This time the entry was forced - they broke down our door in the basement, and then kicked open the door that leads to the basement. For all that work (the doors are quite heavy!), they got very little. Obviously, they took the dvd player, bought for $40, but they also got my earrings (this time they weren't worth much), and the handmade quilt and baby dress that were ready to give out at the next two baby showers. The police officer came quickly and made her report, but it took a long time for the crime lab to come. While waiting Jim went out to buy supplies to fix the doors, and then I took the kids out to buy a new dvd player (another cheap one!). Finally crime lab came - and couldn't find any fingerprints, unfortunately. Jim then worked on the doors (we won't be using them anytime soon!), and I put away all the stuff that got thrown out of our drawers. Most everything is back to normal.
It's much harder to put your life back together. (I immediately put in a bid for moving, all the while knowing that it isn't practical at all.) How long does it take before you feel safe in your house, or safe to leave your house? How long before you stop "hearing things"? How long before you start trusting people again?
Monday, March 20, 2006
nursery promotions
At the end of April our church will be having a special day focusing on our in-house ministry opportunities. The evening service will conclude with a fellowship in the gym, where the heads of the ministries will each man a table promoting our ministry. Here's where it gets interesting: the church members will vote on which table they think is best, and the winner gets a $100 gift certificate to a fancy restaurant.
After my initial groan (not another responsibility!!!), I am now grudgingly beginning to plan out my table. While at the fair, we are drawn to the booths that are colorful and give away free items. The church will be providing hor d'ouerves for everyone, but I intend to have lovely frosted mini cupcakes at my booth. Everyone likes free food. I will also have the diaper bag tags that the church ordered last year, along with some favor for those who actually already work in the nursery... but I am not sure what to give them. As for decorating the booth, I first thought of balloons, stuffed animals, etc., the kind of thing you would see at a baby shower. Then I came to my senses. Ugh. Too cute. Now I am leaning toward a large cutout of Jesus and the children, you know, "Let the little children come unto me..." sort of thing. Other thoughts - children are the future, children are a blessing from God, arrows in your quiver... (I'm not sure where I am supposed to go with that last one!!)
Already it is all sounding like a lot of work and money. Any ideas on how to draw them in? Put your minds to work!
After my initial groan (not another responsibility!!!), I am now grudgingly beginning to plan out my table. While at the fair, we are drawn to the booths that are colorful and give away free items. The church will be providing hor d'ouerves for everyone, but I intend to have lovely frosted mini cupcakes at my booth. Everyone likes free food. I will also have the diaper bag tags that the church ordered last year, along with some favor for those who actually already work in the nursery... but I am not sure what to give them. As for decorating the booth, I first thought of balloons, stuffed animals, etc., the kind of thing you would see at a baby shower. Then I came to my senses. Ugh. Too cute. Now I am leaning toward a large cutout of Jesus and the children, you know, "Let the little children come unto me..." sort of thing. Other thoughts - children are the future, children are a blessing from God, arrows in your quiver... (I'm not sure where I am supposed to go with that last one!!)
Already it is all sounding like a lot of work and money. Any ideas on how to draw them in? Put your minds to work!
Friday, March 17, 2006
a funny little boy
Jamie is definately all boy - he likes to run, jump, hit, throw, wrestle, etc. Lately another boy trait has been emerging - he knows his sister has cooties.
Dot, our very affectionate little girl, has found it hard to give Jamie kisses and hugs lately. He will run from her, scream, anything to keep her from kissing him. When she does actually land a kiss on him, he cries and tries to wipe it away, and then comes to Mommy for a kiss to make it all better. Yup, Mommy does not have cooties. Mommy's kisses are okay, in fact, they are wonderful!
Dot, our very affectionate little girl, has found it hard to give Jamie kisses and hugs lately. He will run from her, scream, anything to keep her from kissing him. When she does actually land a kiss on him, he cries and tries to wipe it away, and then comes to Mommy for a kiss to make it all better. Yup, Mommy does not have cooties. Mommy's kisses are okay, in fact, they are wonderful!
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