Regression

This morning when I peeked out the bathroom window to check on the chicklings, this is what I saw: I am confused. Isn't this a little bit out of order?

Park Portraits

Today was the first real day of summer break. After doing some hardcore school work (so our brains won't get out of shape), we walked to a pond with a little river and had a picnic. We caught tadpoles and chased frogs (but never managed to catch any). Then we drew pictures of eachother.


This is entitled "Rocket wants to be done posing for mom's picture so he can catch the tadpoles" By Naomi










This is entitled "Roxy poses like a dreaming princess sitting on a rock in the river." By Naomi




This is entitled "My mom looks like a scary monster" By Rocket












This is entitled "My mom stands like a gorrila" By Roxy

Chicklings

"It’s perfectly portioned, it can’t be purchased, it’s unexpected; it’s Jesus. Such experiences as these are daily bites of the Lord’s supper that I intend to savor" (from my previous blog)

This last week I received two "Lord's Supper" experiences (two in one week?! Jackpot!). The first one occured while I was in my bathroom. I was opening the window to clear out the steam that the shower had created when I heard the tweedling and chirping of young birdies. As I stuck my head out the window I discovered that a mama birdy had made a little nest on the back of our cable satelite dish (I knew that thing had to be good for something). The nest held four little chicklings who looked up at me with scared little faces. Then they opened their little beaks up wide, hoping that I would give them some food. Over the past couple of days I have been observing the little baby birds every time I went into the bathroom. Sometimes they are being fed by their mama bird, sometimes they are sleeping, sometimes they are shivering in the rain and often they are desparately and demandingly chirping at their mommy, who is never far away- which reminds me of my own little needy chicklings. They are precious, they are adorable, and they can suck the life out of a mama.

This week also marked the end of the school year and the begining of summer. Both Rocket and Roxanne had many end of the year activities and Rocket "graduated" from kindergarten. The ceremonies reminded me of how incredibly thankful I am for the teachers in my childrens' lives, who allow me to shove my own little baby birdies out of my nest and into the hands of someone incredibly gifted (this realization is the second experience of the week). They add diversity, enrichment, and confidence to my kids' lives and I am filled with gratitude every time I see them with my kids. I just can't believe that they are willing to do what they do (because I wouldn't be). I could never afford to express the amount of appreciation I have for them and so, instead, I just pray that God will grant them with something close to as many blessings as he had granted me. May they find some baby birds nestling outside their window; or may they stumble upon someone who can ease any burdens that may be in their life; or may they discover that they have accumulated enough coke points to buy a really cool magazine subscription; or better yet, may they win an extreme home makeover, or the lottery. I hope that they will unexpectly find something that they will savor as much as I have been able to savor the blessing that they are to me.

Rocket and his teacher Mrs. Stephens

Roxanne and her teacher, Miss. Sarah.

Honey makes Dr. Sketchy's Sweet.

There was nothing unusual to report about Dr. Sketchy's this month; just the usual tasty cocktails, artistic comeraderie, and one stunning model. Honey Touche posed for us. I had been feeling like my spontaneous drawing style had become a little predictable so I was trying to experiement with a few other styles this time.

Above is my experiment with watercolors (which I stole from my children's art supplies).

Click this link to view more pictures of Honey (contains nudity)

Extreme Makeover- Ducky Edition

This is the before:

This is the after:

This was the mother's day gift that I gave my mom- not the duck (she bought that herself)- just the ducky makeover. I left it on her front porch this morning. If she wants to give me a mother's day gift, she can just give this duck back to me, because my kids like it more than her kids do.

I would pause right now to say "Happy Mother's Day" to my mom, but she wouldn't know, because she doesn't ever read my blog. Neither does my dad. It probably has to do with the fact that they don't love me very much. So instead, I will say "Happy Mother's Day" to myself. Today I recieved two gigantic bags of peach rings. I've already eaten one of them. They were given to me by two little scrumptuous children who's faces looked so precious and sweet that I almost ate them as well.

Too much balog.

I don't really blog for you. It's really just for me. I don't scrapbook because... well, because, quite honestly, scrapbooking is of the devil. I don't mean to be harsh, but I have found that if I don't say it in such an offensive way, the scrapbookers will attempt to try to talk me into scrapbooking, and I just don't even want to start that conversation. So instead of scrapbooking, I blog. Then, at the end of the year, I print up all of my blogs and put them in a one-and-a-half inch three ring binder and label the binder "Blog Log" followed by the year and then I put it on the book shelf. Blog Log 2006 and Blog Log 2007 are right over there on shelf- I haven't touched them since I put them there. But, one day, when I am an old wrinkled and handicapped ladie, I will sit in a rocking chair on my porch and read all of my blogs to my darling great grandchildren, who will sit indian style and listen attentively as they imagine their great grandma as a young vivacious woman. Ok, so maybe I will never read them ever again... but I still like to have a hard copy of my ramblings. The problem is this: In 2006 I wrote 32 blogs. In 2007 I wrote 40 blogs. So far this year, I have already written, 32 blogs, not counting this one, and it's not even half way through 2008!!! At the rate I am going, my printed blogs are not going to fit into the 2008 one-and-a-half inch three ring binder, not to mention the amount of ink it would take to print them all!!! Apparently, my blogging has gotten out of control! Looking back, I realize that I have not been very discerning when choosing what to blog about. I mean, I blogged about a chair. A chair!! That idea should have been thrown out right away. The great grandchildren are certainly going to roll their eyes about that one... not to mention THIS one. Just look at me... I am blogging about blogging and not blogging. This is what I have come to?! Here is to blogging less. From now on, only really really important stuff. I mean it. OK, this is the end of this post.

Gettin There...

I have been meaning to post a picture of my map painting on here, so that you can see that it actually HAS made some progress since last time you saw it (unless you have been over to my house in the last couple of weeks). Although I added a Sierra Leone, there still isn't every single country in the whole wide world, because some countries are too small to see with the naked eye from... my living room, or the moon, or wherever I am. We talk about this map constantly, which makes me think it is the most important painting I have ever done. The other day I made a puddle of glue on a plate, while the kids and I were doing a craft, and Rocket looked at it and said "hey! That looks like Russia!!". And it did. We also talk constantly about the 10/40 window- a place on earth with more poverty than anywhere else. We often point out the Philipines, and talk about Kurvy, our compassion child who lives there. The map reminds our family how very very small we are. If that is the only lesson I can successfully teach my kids, than I am happy. Now, I just need to start getting some words on the map!