I guess Jeremiah 29:11 really never fails. “For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.”
If I could just remember that more often, in my agenda. 
I guess Jeremiah 29:11 really never fails. “For I know the plans I have for you. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.”
If I could just remember that more often, in my agenda. 


Lon
g time, no posts. Travel, birthdays, moving…lots of reasons. So, we’ve spent a lot of time in the Honda Pilot lately. Too many miles and conversations to recall. But just the other day on our way to pick up Mom Mom and Pop Pop in El Paso, Claire and Eliza had one to remember.
So we have on our hands 2 overly tired little girls in 100 plus heat and strapped into car seats for hours at a time. We’d all be cranky, really. They were talking about something earth-shatteringly important and Eliza’s feelings got hurt. Out of nowhere she tells Claire, “I hate you.” We were a bit taken back, since this is not normal. A “you’re not my friend or sister anymore”, or maybe “i don’t want to play with you”, or just “i’m ignoring you”…these are more commonly hurled statements in moments of extreme frustration.
Jeremy and I look at each other and I tell her that’s not something we feel or say to our family (very wise moment…ha). Claire takes another angle. She says, “Eliza why did you say that?!” Eliza replies, “I just did.” And Claire returns with, ” Well, Eliza that is not a good reason. You don’t just say things like that for no good reason. Like Daddy’s girlfriend (in Jr. High) said she didn’t like him anymore because he had Cheeto cheese all over his fingers. That wasn’t a good reason!!!” So, our wise moments of intervention were once again interrupted by trying to stifle our laughter at Claire’s lecture.
Interesting point…Daddy told Claire that story while they were eating Cheetos about a year and a half ago. Odd how things just pop out at times.
Oh yes, and Eliza apologized, asked for forgiveness and they moved on to being friends again. All’s well that ends well.
Life has been a bit busy these past few days. For example…
*As I post this during naps, the butterfly has opened completely and tried to fly around the bowl. Not so fun I imagine. I think we’ll set her free at dinner tonight. *
Spirits have lifted in regards to our sleeping friend. Our friends welcomed their butterfly today after much anticipation. When they phoned us, we definitely made a visit part of our day’s activities. My girls enjoyed seeing the final transformation, hoping ours will do the same thing very soon. In the meantime I have found a great site with wonderful observations for those interested in this sort of thing. glorious-butterfly.com has done a superb job in detailing the who, what, where, when, why and how of this process. As they mention, this metamorphosis is a wonderful picture of new life. I am hoping my little ones will be able to use this experience of learning in their own lives someday. They have practiced how to care, be patient, watch and wait for change to occur with eager anticipation of a beautiful change. What a picture of what Christ does in each one of us! So, will our pupa change? (The eager anticipation is certainly not lacking.) Well, the verdict is still out. But we have learned something, nonetheless.
Claire and Eliza have a healthy fascination with dirt, rocks, prints and bugs (go little girls!), so we were thrilled when their friends shared a caterpillar pupa with us. It has been safely residing in a plastic bowl near a window for over a week. It’s covered, ventilated and has been unaltered since the pupa attached itself to a stick. Until now. They both want it to open and reveal the beautiful butterfly hiding inside. Claire just “checked” it and it fell off the stick. I am wondering if we will ever meet the butterfly…yikes. I guess we can always count on ladybugs.
So yesterday, Jeremy’s plans to help Claire begin the creation of her very 1st pine car (for the Awana derby of course) were foiled. The workshop was cancelled. Bummer. He brought a disappointed little whittler home to think of something.
Little did he know that when we all decided to head out to the base, he would save the day. As we passed the Theater, we discovered we were 30 minutes from a special showing of Horton Hears a Who. What could be better…a Daddy date with his girls while I peacefully shop alone in the commissary? Heaven on earth really.
2 hours later, I pick up my handsome 3 as they are walking toward me on the road. Eliza is singing Rihanna’s “Umbrella” (thank you Daddy) and sacheing along to the amusement of passersby. Claire is full of details and slurping down soda…a treat reserved for outings. So, mission accomplished and we are driving home with some happy, overly tired girls.
Alas, bliss can not last forever, so naturally arguing over holding a grocery bag ensues and the insults & extreme comments begin flying. (Never! It’s Over! You are not going to be my sister!) And then, Jeremy and I began secretly giggling from the front seat as Eliza hurls her final insult at Claire with “Well, you win and I lose, Qwaire!!!” So there. I think she thought she had won something. Claire heard her correctly though and started to giggle. Eliza was pleased that she was perceived as funny and began giggling as well. And best of all, the arguing was forgotten.
My friend has encouraged me to venture into the world of blogging. So, I am going to give this my little try and see if I like it. I do not intend on enlightening the world with my earth shatteringly wise ideas or suggestions. My life, family and everyday “wanderings & ponderings” will be reflected in the posts found here…hence my little name for our place in blogger world. As I watch my children I am continually amazed at the wheels and cogs turning in their little brains. I hope to capture some of that beauty and craziness here. Things like when Claire explains entering heaven as “God or Jesus puts yellow magic all over you and you pop in” or Eliza’s emphatic “You got believe it Mama, it’s for real. It just happened!!”, this being about any exciting thing she just experienced of course.
My husband, mother and mother in law have all asked if I write down what they say, so I will remember. So, this place is for me, for my family and whoever wanders our way.