I used mini cupcake pans in this pic instead of regular cupcake pans like in the recipe. |
Feel free to change around things to suit you and your family =) |
I used mini cupcake pans in this pic instead of regular cupcake pans like in the recipe. |
Feel free to change around things to suit you and your family =) |
Agent Small Person: Isaac, age 2
Mission: Mom-Mom Day?
Mom-Mom and Da-Dee are acting strange again.
We just got back from the Big Building with lots of Tall People who like to sing and listen to a man talk a lot. They put me with the nice Tall girls and other Small People in the place they call "nursery". Which I am convinced is code for, "let's sneak out without them noticing". Silly Tall People. We notice.
After coming back to the home base, and taking off my shoes "like a good boy", I notice the Mom-Mom starting a strange dance of cleaning and cooking, while the Da-Dee drives off in the Big Car on something called an "errand". (Will investigate more later).
I decided that I should see if this strange behavior had affected E as well as the Tall People. His preference for being a "nin-JA" and playing with the tiny blocks had not changed. I don't think E has noticed anything strange is happening today.
A more direct approach is needed for this mission today. I go into the Place of Food (or kitchen in Tall Person), and calmly ask the Mom-Mom for a drink how I usually do. She is distracted and doesn't understand. I try to say it again. This time there are better results, and I am shoo-ed out after receiving my drink.
Conclusions drawn: We are about to eat a lot of food. And if I am a "good boy" (which of course I always am), there will be a reward of sweets.
New Mission: Try to behave (aka do what Mom-Mom says) so as to get sweets today.
This shouldn'tbe too hard, a long as no other Small People come over today. Then I would be forced to show them who the Alpha Small Person is. It should be fine. Mom-Mom hasn't mentioned other Small People, just other Mom-Mom's and Grand Mom-Mom's. I think I'm good.
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Mission Update : I was not good! I repeat, not good! They came in packs and droves. Every surface of the homebase was packed. Tall People everywhere. And with them more Small People. Luckily they were ones that I recognized, the "Cuz-signs". So the fight for Alpha Small Person wasn't as bad. Not too many toy casualties this time.
On the plus side, all the Tall People brought more food, and the much anticipated sweets. Needless to say, I received cake as my sweet payment for "playing nice".
(Side note: Tall People really like smiles, hugs, kisses. Odd, but effective).
Signing out,
Small Person Isaac.
Isaiah's bday cake. Yellow cake with homemade buttercream icing. |
My grandbaby Zane's first bday cake =) Yellow cake with homemade buttercream icing. Covered and decorated with homemade marshmallow fondant. |
So today started like every other Friday has for the past few months (excluding holidays that fell on a Friday).
Isaac (My two yr old), woke me up; I took my thyroid medicine; and I parked my butt on our sofa to check my Facebook on my phone.
See? Same old, same old. Happens almost every Friday. Pattern rarely broken for anything.
Check the news feed (or friend stalking, lol).
Click like on posts.
Occasionally comment on a post.
Then check notifications. Where some days you might get a neat surprise from years past. Cute pictures of the kids you had forgotten, funny pictures of the hubby, or good times with friends.
And today, some of those types of old memories did pop up, which was lovely ♡
But, a different old memory popped up as well. One of those picture quotes. The kind that look good on a certain day, while you are feeling a certain way. The kind that makes you feel important and smart at the time for posting it.
Well that day is not today. I do not feel important nor smart for posting this picture quote three years ago.
In fact, I feel mostly chastised by it.
"If you keep telling the same sad small story. You will keep living the same sad small life."
Jean Houston
It's not wrong to have structure, or to do some things the same everyday. That's normal.
But, I'm pretty sure I've been living in a pitiful Merry-go-round of my own making.
I don't know when it happened, or if maybe I've always been this way, but I've become a grumpy complainer.
If it's not whining about my weight (and not doing anything about it), or overreacting to something the boy's normally do, there seems to be an endless supply of things to complain about.
I've got this sad pathetic story that I've put on repeat.
Round and round it goes, yelling the same things over and over.
This isn't going the way I wanted!
That was supposed to happen, but didn't.
Why don't they do what I told them to!?!
I feel so empty....
They seem to have it all together!
I put myself on this ride, handcuffed myself in, and threw away the key.
And now I feel stuck.
I don't want to keep telling the same "sad story".
I want to tell a joyful story.
A story about a woman who struggles with being happy, trying each day to smile.
A story about a mom who doesn't get it right, but apologizes when it's needed, and tries each day (with God's help) to be the best mom her kids need.
A story about a woman who looks at herself and sees a beautiful creation made by God, not trash.
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Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
James 1:2-4 NIV
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.
1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NIV
Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.
Psalm 51:12 NIV
Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.
Psalm 51:10 NIV
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
Psalm 139:14 NIV
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So now I'm praying God unlocks these handcuffs I put on myself, so I can get off this ride.
To take life one trial at a time, with joy in my heart.
And maybe make a few new habits that are better for myself and my family ♡