Poetry of sorts....

Some of you may know, not all may remember--that I like to write. I think if speaking were writing--the regular, normal, everyday, every second type of communication--I would feel much more free to be than I do. It's just a more expressive way for me. The walls can come down a bit for others to peek in. I usually enjoy writing stories...but sometimes a poem or two will become my muse. Poetry to me is like abstract art. As the "artist" of the poem, what one writes is very personal and has a specific message, but as others see the "art," it can become different things for different people.

I wrote a poem many years ago that for some reason, has been coming back to mind a lot lately. I hope to seek God's heart earnestly enough to find out why, but I thought I'd leave it on "display" for your own interpretation:

I vow to Thee
patient I will be,
not contesting Thy time for me.
waiting still,
my hand you fill,
with Thine unto eternity.

Shalom.

ZAPITO, my Bandito

Well, a couple of weeks ago, it finally happened. It was a stormy night. No one was sleeping very well--lots of lightening and rain. And then Zap--all the power went out--including the power on our ill computer who won't turn on once turned off. And this time, no amount of prayer was helping it-we put it to rest. Except my hubby has not been able to transfer any files because he has been gone almost 1/2 the month traveling for various work obligations. Thus, I haven't been able to recover "my favorites" that stores all my favorite blogs. I feel out of the loop! Our newest family member--the computer--to which I unfortunately spend more time with than my kiddos some days, came just a few days ago. He's new and still kind of "naked", but we're learning to work together.

Meanwhile, the rest of us have spent our non-computer time reading what I think is the funniest, crack-me-up, wittest type of books: Skippyjon Jones!!! Amigos, you got to readito because if you don'tito, you won't know what you are missing outito--just read Skippito! That is, if you have kids who can laugh with you and you have a really groovy Spanish accent--you'll need it or you'll just sound like a white gringo trying to sound like you want a Spanish accent.

As soon as I have the ability to get some pictures up--you'll be hearing about(and seeing): my daughter and her play and Max's soccer game. My son and his Peter Pan fighting adventures. My other son and his general goofiness and his many animals.

So....stayed tuned!

We're back from our alien adventure!

If you've felt like you haven't caught up with our life lately, it's because we haven't caught up with our life lately! Call it laziness, call it business, call it being sick too much, call it being sucked up on an alien adventure--I'm not really sure which wins. But, unless I have a deadline and am right up against it, sometimes it just doesn't get done! It's a good thing we have people over to our house every week so I have to make sure my house is in decent order!!

Here's a synopsis of our past months: new year's came and no one got sick--at least not on new year's--all the kids have seen the doctor more than once, I had the flu once, Kyra had the flu twice, Mark had the flu once, are boys escaped with only fevers and coughs and other fun stuff. The conversations around our house include: "mom, I goed" (potty); "knock, knock." "Who's there?" "Bobo." "Bobo who?''; "We've got the best of both worlds...."; "M-A-X"(you'd think he was part of this family); "Poo Poo and Pee Pee"(with lots of laughter); "Stop whining"; "Mom how bout we cuddle"; "I go to Bobo house sometime-I go Nonna and Grandpa's house sometime"; "Can I have a sheet of paper?"; "go Keagy, go Keagy..."; "Meow, Baaaa, elephant sound(for my son who has multiple animal personalities); "I fight you"; "Mom, be monster and chase us"; "Kleenex"; "Treat please"; "Cuz I do"; "I just being silly"; "Keagan-stop copying me!"

Let's hope I can get this blog thing working and actually post this thing. If I can, I'll try and be back soon!