Update

So...It's been a really, really long time.

Three wonderful children. The tale of two cities with a law office in each. The same old loved and hated house. One crazy dog that lives in my bathroom. That is my life now. And - for the most part - I really, really like it.

The kids keep me busy....And I keep them on the go. With the start of a new running/walking group, life has become a little healthier. The kids are really growing up quite fast. The house is still pretty much the same, but with some improvements...and some more problems. But it has roses all around it just now. And I have my little Hannah Rose now. She is really a blessing. It's amazing how easy it is to go from two to three. You just don't stress out quite so badly about all of the things that you have to do with a baby. You've been through it twice before. Things just get easier. And you have alot more confidence in your parenting ability. And I think that's what it all comes down to - confidence.

I've found that stressing out about things doesn't pay. And anger is exhausting. I don't get angry in the car. Shoot - I'm just too happy to be getting out of the house. I don't get angry about messes in the house - unless it comes from the dog. And - outside of trying to figure out how to keep the multitudes of child-shaped neighborhood vagabonds out of my yard - I don't mind most people that I come into contact with. I think that I'm getting old.

Life is good, and I am happy. I don't bake bread any more - much to my husband's regret. I am cutting carbs and working out more. And...drum roll...I start a Zumba class next month. I can't wait!

So...there's my update for any poor soul that will read this.

Look at this.

I need a break...and solitude

In the middle of a thick, dense Southern forest, there is a little clearing where a snug cabin is surrounded by beautiful, fragrant flowers and a small yard of freshly cut grass. Above the cabin the sky is filled with stars that are not dimmed by light pollution. Huge moon flowers show their eery faces in the flower gardens and a whippoorwill and a bob white trade off their sad stories somewhere in the night. Inside the cabin a kerosene lamp illuminates a window and casts flickery shadows across the freshly scrubbed pine floors. A pot of water is boiling on the old cast iron stove and delicate china tea cups are set in readiness on the solid oak table. From the one large room into which you enter there are three smaller rooms. In one, my children lie asleep - freshly laundered and ironed white sheets pulled snugly around them. In the other, a gleaming metal bed is adorned with a handmade quilt, and a candle sits invitingly on a marble topped walnut dresser. An open window allows the thickly starched muslin curtains to flutter in the breeze. The third door opens into a small bathroom with a porcelain pedestal sink and a claw foot tub. My husband sits in his chair reading. He smiles and offers me a cup of tea as I enter throught the front door. There are no cell phones or major deadlines for the next few days. As I peep into the room where my oldest two children sleep, the baby stirs. I settle into a rocking chair with my baby in my arms. My husband starts to read the Torah to me, and I feel such peace that I know it must be Shabbat. All of the work is done and its time to bask in this moedim with HaShem. This is rest.

Lima beans and Sheep

Tonight I am craving huge lima beans cooked up with onions and a really thick broth...and some collard greens - or mustard greens...or even turnip greens with the white turnip pieces cooked up in them...with salt and chowchow. And some of my Mama's biscuits - with real butter and honey. And a hard day of work and play outside with a great thunderstorm that lasts only while you eat dinner.

Instead...I am settling for whole wheat cinnamon cake with a streusal topping and warmed milk with cinnamon and vanilla.

I love cinnamon. So comforting. And I love my babies...and my Mama's advice.

Just to hear my little boy say his memory verses...(we're not learning chapter and verse reference just yet)...

"With God all things are possible."

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart."

Tonight when he told his Daddy goodnight, and he said his verse for his Daddy he said, "Trust in the Lord, Daddy. With all your heart."

All day today he's been saying it like..."Trust in the Lord with all your - my - heart."

We've been talking about the story of Jonah and the big fish. And how you should obey God - no matter what He asks you to do. I told my boy that it's easier to obey when you trust God, because you know that whatever He asks you to do is for your good and His glory. (Okay - just a disclaimer - it probably won't make you rich, or cure you of a life threatening disease ...though it may. You definitely won't be loved by everyone around you, and you may not really want to do what He tells you to do. But the benefits to your soul - priceless. Talk about spiritual peace and rest.)

I hate stress. I like waking up before 6am so that I can see the first light of day. I love baking in my kitchen. I hate alternately worrying about people who cause me grief and then wanting to spank them with a ruler. I want a dinner bell and a husband who works just outside - plowing up the field on his tractor - while I keep a spotless house and a tasty cookie jar. I want a simple life. And a secluded life. And I just want to be a sheep BAA BAA BAA. I just want to be a sheep...BAA BAA BAA! Pray the Lord my soul to keep. I just want to be a sheep....I don't want to be a hypocrite because they're not hip with it. I just want to be a sheep....BAA! BAA! BAA!

Yeah, the stress is finally starting to get to me. I need to bake tomorrow...lemon sugar cookies, bagels, pizza dough...The possibilities are endless - until I run out of flour and yeast and sugar...and butter.

It's been forever...

SOOOOooooooo....

I am happy to announce that the Phreedom household will welcome our third little bundle of joy sometime in December. Yeah! My little boy - who turns three tomorrow - has already informed me that he needs a baby brother since he already has a baby sister. Sheesh...Either way - boy or girl - Mommy is ecstatic.

So, today is the last day that my son will ever be two years old. We are going out to the pool in our backyard. Tomorrow is a BIG day.

So much work to do today...BIG birthday celebration tomorrow...and tomorrow evening starts Shabbat. But...if I can get it all done today - and keep it done - then I get two days of rest. Sweet!

Hope we have tomatoes on the vine today...I have been waiting forever for them to finally turn red. Yummy tomatoe sandwiches with Duke's Mayo and homegrown tomatoes. Nothing better - almost...

Who among you fears the Lord and obeys the word of his servant? Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God. But now, all you who light fires and provide yourselves with flaming torches, go, walk in the light of your fires and of the torches you have set ablaze. This is what you shall receive from my hand: You will lie down in torment.
Isaiah 50:10-11


For the past 4 years, God has constantly been teaching me that I have to leave the blindfold on and just trust Him to lead me where He wants me to go. I just have to go with it. Just trust. It's a little hard for someone who is a completely goal-driven control-freak. But it's awesome. So much better than the plans I have for myself. And I realize that even when things are a little - or alot - hard.

Right now, it's just me and my two munchkins for at least 5 days a week. A little hard when my two year old tells me that he misses his daddy - with lip poked out about a mile, of course. Okay, it's been alot hard...this week the stomach bug visited my house. I think that Lysol stock just rose dramatically. Point is...when things all start coming together, it's awesome. It's kind of like watching someone put together a puzzle that you have no idea what it looks like...until you see the pieces coming together.

I am so tired, but can't sleep...again.

I think that mini blinds are like sensible shoes...I'm glad I have them sometimes, but I'm definitely not into how they look...And...I could throw them away and suffer without them. The problem - making my neighbors suffer with constant vision of me through my windows. Poor neighbors...

I have been contemplating pillows quite alot lately. I like them. Alot of them. Looking at tons of pillows just makes me feel more relaxed. I need a pillow collection. Soft, satiny, shiny, rosy pillows...

I am still sick. WHEN WILL IT END?!!! Either I or the kids have been sick for a month now. Hardly any relief...I need sleep and relaxation.

I think that I will book a trip to a tropical island soon - like never...Oh, well. No one on that tropical island deserves to see my big, white booty in a bathingsuit anyways...I think I am going to buy one of those one-pieces with a skirt...

I finally bit the bullet and did it. Everything is ready...if that lady will just give me permission to do what I want. It's crazy...but I did it. Now, we'll see if it works. Don't know what I'm writing about? Give me a call. I'll tell you.

I need a rainy day, and pearls, and some coffee in a near dead restaurant with eggplant and goat cheese...I need quiet and noise, loneliness and people...All at the same time. With something warm and wonderful and full of flavor...I'm hungry again...as usual.

I really love my children. Everytime that my little ones (and they both do this now) tell me that they love me, my heart just melts. It's really marvelous to put yourself on the back burner for two little beings who are as wonderful as my babies are. I love being a mommy...I don't know about being good at it, but it's finally wonderful to do something that I feel like I was always meant to do. They give me purpose.

When I go to the grocery store, and the bag boy looks like he's young enough to be my child...and I put on red lipstick for the express purpose of buying cans of green beans and cartons of milk...I know that I am old. Very, very old.

I want to lay out in the sun...Just to feel those warm rays baking my skin...I love laying out in the sun. I get to just sit around, and still feel that I am accomplishing something. I suddenly have this need in my life to always keep moving. It makes it very hard to relax sometimes. Actually, I guess I don't really relax anymore - at all. Even when the kids are asleep, I still listen out for them. Right now, I am listening to them breath in the next room. I am constantly tending little ones or cleaning. I should be relaxing - or at least sleeping - right now. But I don't feel relaxed. I feel as if there are so many things that I should be doing...I just can never get it all done... I think that this can't be solved by warm milk or - gasp!- even a bubble bath. I think I have morphed into a shark lady...Never- stop- moving- until- you -die-shark -lady...

I am soooooo cold. When did I become too old to hope for snow? I don't even remember. I can hope for spring still. That's a mercy.

Somedays, I just want to hang half upside down on the side of my bed and sing until my throat get tired, I run out of songs, and I feel dazed and relaxed. Sunshine go away today, I don't feel much like dancing...

WATCH THIS...

Now...dance.

confessions

things THAT I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD CONFESS...

1.I still really want to know if I could get a ride from a complete stranger just by showing a little leg. What a wonderful way to save on gas money...

2.Sometimes I laugh when other people's children misbehave. Quit kidding yourself and own up to it - you think it's funny, too.

3.I have the ability to eat a whole bag of mini Snicker bars at one sitting... Oh, yum...

4.I often want to shoot people with water guns. Strangers, people I know...yeah, it doesn't matter.

5.I have an awful crush on Robin Hood. He's soooooo ...sooo - well, foxy.

6.I am contemplating stealing my daughter's princess tiara - just for a day. I really love the way it feels on my head. I just want to wear it around town and wave at passing cars.

7.I so greatly dislike snakes that I will not take my children into the reptile complex at the zoo unless we are with other people.

8.I have always wanted a bed so high that I would need a step stool to climb up into it.

9.I have really always wanted a pair of pink leg warmers. If I ever find them...

10. It is nearly 2am, and I am just now getting sleepy... By the way, I can eat a 2 piece fried chicken snack from Zesto's in 28.6 seconds flat. I think that I could eat one in 16.9 seconds right now...I am sooooo hungry....

Budgets are worse than caffeine...

I fell asleep next to my Bear tonight. I love our bedtime routine. I bathe the kids and brush their teeth and hair. Then, it's time to give both of them their cups of milk and snuggle them down into their cozy little beds. I don't know what I'm going to do when they aren't both in the same room anymore. I make sure that the room is spotless and dimly lit...And then I kiss them and sit down to read Bible stories to them until they fall asleep. Princess looks at me until she can't hold her eyes open any longer, and then she snuggles onto her pillow and closes her little eyes. Bear responds with "Uh huh, Mommy," to everything that I say until he finally gets too sleepy. Then I sit there in the peaceful quiet and contemplate the changes that constantly occur in my life. I think that it is the most relaxing time of my whole day. Tonight, I got a little carried away and read two or three stories to myself after Princess went to sleep. Bear leaned up in his bed - with a smile on his face - and pulled my back to reality with a giggly "Mommy!" So I sat on his bed next to him where he could see the pictures and read the story to him. We prayed, and then it wasn't long at all until we were both fast asleep. It was one of those few times in my adult life that I have been as relaxed as I was when I was a child.

You know - that "everything is okay" feeling that children feel without even realizing that they are feeling it? No worries. No stress. That's when money grows on camelia bushes and death only happens to random old people in books and movies. The biggest decisions that you have to make is whether to play "hide and seek" or "red rover"...Reality doesn't scale down your dreams...and war is a card game...

I watched Princess movies yesterday - two of them. You must understand...watching two movies is alot for me. Until a couple of weeks ago, the closest thing to a movie that I had watched was a Veggie Tale DVD. (All right, I did watch the Veggie Tale pirate movie...Great movie. Annoying yankee accent.) I love princess movies. Cinderella made me cheer and clap and cry - without realizing what I was doing until I did it. Princess Diaries 2 made me cheer the mean guy turned caring, sensitive sweet guy on. I kind of thought he needed a hair cut, though. At least he dressed nicely - and he was a gourmet chef. But so was Ratatouille. I didn't really like that movie. Some of the content was a little off color for children. We bought the movie, and I haven't allowed my children to watch it yet.

It all happened so fast...I've never had time to catch my breath... in dreams you're all alone...

I should be getting ready for bed...

From there to here...From here to there...Funny things are everywhere.

I bought a broom today. The old one was covered in raw eggs. It's in the trash.

I sort of want to cut my hair. But I really don't. I think I should shave my head. I think about my hair a little too much.

I really don't like white walls...so yuck...and blah...and uninspiring. I want to paint my walls in my kitchen somewhere between red, orange, and peach. I haven't decided which.

I want Chinese food and Japanese food...egg rolls, and potstickers, and crab rangoons, and cold buckwheat noodles with miso sauce and seaweed on top...I'm hungry now.

I'm so happy, and tired, and ready to organize everything that I can lay my hands on...

Listening to disco music in the car today made me realize that I've always wanted Farrah Fawcett hair. I'll never really be happy with my hair until it looks like Farrah Fawcett hair.

I feel so powerful when I hide behind my oversized sunglasses and my jogging stroller. That jogging stroller is really nice. It is a very visible reminder that I am fat because I have two kids - let's not blame it on them, but...- and it also hides my hips from the front view. Nice. My sunglasses make me brave and give me super powers. Never leave home without them.

Have you ever wanted to eat something so badly, but everytime you tried to eat what you thought you wanted, you realized it wasn't what you wanted after all? So frustrating. I could gain five hundred pounds like this...

I dreamed last night that Hubby's law school class had a little alumni function, and that I had to wear a little black dress and go schmooze with Hubby...But it was so boring that I dodged people who tried to talk to me in an evasive way that left them admiring me and wanting to talk to me all the more and that I ran away into the heart of the college campus downtown where I quickly changed out of my tennis shoes in to a pair of black stillettos and put on my big sunglasses. I was warmly received by a crowd of young college students who thought that my older, more mature world view was fascinating, and they quickly wanted to make me leader of their pack. I kept up my mysterious nature by leaving them at the height of my popularity to finally return to Hubby when his function was over and he once again missed me. However, to keep in touch with my new found fan club, I rented a historic old building to live in. I suspected that the condo was shared by a number of vermin. Therefore, I conducted an investigation in which I peaked into the dimly lit condo through the glass doors that led to the balcony. I then surveyed two little furry creatures sitting on my living room floor. I immediately asked my mother if I could crash at her place with my family for the rest of my life - to which she replied that I could stay only one night. I agreed to this with the intent that I would continue to beg until one night became the rest of my life. At that point, I awoke with the vague feeling that a mouse was in my room. Thankfully, this was only a distant memory of the dream from which I had just been awakened. My current home is - due to my diligence and obsessive cleaning - rodent and bug free.

Another day...

another dollar owed, another mess to clean up, another pound gained,

another cold day to shiver through, another day to not finish everything on my list...

VS

another day to sip coffee, another day to watch Sesame street, another burst of sunshine,

another day to let my hair grow, another book to read, another floor to mop/vacuum,

only one more day until Hubby comes home left, another kiss from my children,

another "I love you, Mommy", another chance to talk to my Creator...

Another day to hope, dream, inspire to do better, another day to love a little more...Another day to enjoy the blessings that I have been given...

This is going to be a good day...

Back Again...

It's been nearly a year...but I'm blogging again - sort of.

So - we're back. Not in the ATL anymore. Not livin' in the 404 no more. Not rocking in the ...okay. We're back in South Carolina - the best state in the Union. However, to tell you what city our family is in would be a little difficult ...during the week at least. Hubby opened up his own law practice in the Charleston area, and I am being the gorgeous trophy mommy that I was meant to be here in my hometown. That was definitely a joke. I don't exactly know when our family is going to be together 7 days a week again...I haven't had time to think that far ahead.

Bear is talking up a storm. It's so much fun! He loves to be read to, and he loves to play imaginitive games...Our latest game has involved bad pirates and missing boats. If you come around us at the right time - I just want to warn you - you have a pretty good chance of being labeled a "bad pirate." Mommy happens to be a good pirate - just to let you know.

Princess Baby is absolutely beautiful - I wouldn't be partial at all, of course...She started walking at 11 months and has kept me on the "go" ever since. She is just as prissy and girly as my heart could ever have wished that she would be. You should see her when she puts her bracelets on her arm and grabs her purse and her baby...But - whew!- does she have a temper! I would have no idea where she got that from... :) She has the prettiest blue eyes and curly brown hair. You wouldn't believe how gentle and nurturing she can be...and sooooo smart and strong willed. She absolutely knows her mind. She is everything and more than I could have ever wanted. I love both of my little kids so much. And you know what? - they love me, too. Yep. So I absolutely don't mind putting every bit of myself into taking care of them. It's awesome.

And me...I've given up caffeine. Trying to be more realistic about life and people...Life is passing quickly. Sounds weird coming from someone who isn't even near thirty yet (or not as near 30 as her husband...). But it's true. You can't keep wishing for the next big thing. You just have to enjoy what you have when you have it. Yes - You're gonna miss this. I know...And...people are not nice - and they aren't trying to be. But I think that we all have those not-nice moments - just some of us have them more than others...and some of us enjoy them more than others. I've given up ever running thirty miles a week again. I am still trying to avoid the mom jeans look - and failing miserably. And I have finally decided that my hair is curly and boofy - and it won't easily be anything else. I have given up the battle, and now enjoy the frizzy chia pet that lives on my head. Oh, yeah - there aren't many bad days that Grateful Dead, red lipstick, and sunshine can't fix...And ...if you can't look nice, you can at least smell nice. Never give up eating dark chocolate. Never stop singing in the shower - but only when the kids are awake. Dance like a crazy person, and never forget how to play...But I'm afraid that we all forget how to make-believe. We can't help it. It's something I heard once in Peter Pan...and it's so true - and sad. If only those camelia bushes could still have money growing on them...Never forget that you're bound to family by blood for some reason - whether you like it or not. God knows better than you why - just trust Him and go with it. And - by the way - Jimmy Carter is a doggone idiot. And - Michelle Obama will probably never learn to walk gracefully. It's just life.

Just when you think things are settling down....the winds of change come blowing in again. Don't know what's going on yet - but I can smell change in the air.

Mr. and Mrs. Phreedom's blogs are still alive and well...but their internet connection is not.

My little boy just turned 2!!! Wow!!! I can't believe it!!! He's talking up a storm...absolutely loves Veggie Tales...and runs for about thirty minutes at a time. His sister is crawling on all fours...smiling to show her pretty little teeth - and then hiding them with her tongue when she realizes that they can be seen...and is trying to say "Mama." She is a Mama's girl...and we are planning a huge shopping trip to King Street very, very soon. We need a girl's weekend - and, of course, her brother needs to go along to protect his Mommy and sister. And we need to eat Ben and Jerry's on the market until we have ice cream coming out of our ears and dreds coming out of our heads.

I am learning that perfection is not found in the details, but in actually living life. It's still hard to remember that sometimes...when I've mopped the hardwood floors and there are smudge marks 3 seconds later...when dinner doesn't turn out like I've planned...when my little boy helps me pick up all of his toys, and then dumps the toy basket immediately after. But I really feel that this is as close to perfection as I'm going to get on this earth. My family is perfect. I'm really not trying to brag - too hard, at least - but I'm just so glad for the blessings that God has given me. I think that I am learning lessons in contentment and joy that I could never learn while my focus was on material wealth and transient happiness. Focusing on the good things that God has given me - and He has given me WONDERFUL, MAGNIFICENT, MARVELOUS things - and striving - alright, struggling - to live in a constant state of prayer and thanksgiving is absolutely the way that God wants us to live. I am learning, very slowly learning, to live in a constant state of trust.

So...if you want to know what's been going on with me lately...This sums it up -

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:3-5

Without getting caught up in all of the "good thing to say" sentiment...PRAISE GOD!

Favorite Quotes...

Gaily bedight
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song
In search of Eldorado.

But he grew old,
This knight so bold
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.

And, as his strength,
Failed him at length
He met a pilgrim shadow
"Shadow,"said he,
"Where can it be
This land of Eldorado?"

"Over the mountains
Of the moon,
Over the Valley of the Shadow.
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shadow replied
"If you seek for Eldorado."

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been.

The only way to preserve your health is to eat what you don't want, drink what you don't like, and do what you'd rather not.

Twenty years from now you will be more dissapointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones that you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

-Mark Twain

For attractive lips,
Speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes,
Seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure,
Share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair,
Let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise,
Walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things,
Have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed,
And redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,
You will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands;
One for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.
-Audrey Hepburn

So...you would think that I would be used to packing up boxes by now. This is the fifth move in three years. Uuggghhhhhhh!!!! Only this move is different...I now have two little bear cubs - and all their toys - to prepare for the move. My son is definitely fine with moving. Everytime I tell him that he is moving to a house with a slide and a swing in the backyard, he smiles and says, "Slide!" Sometimes he even claps.

Lately I have been working on my attitude. I set up glasses with water in them and think, "half-full...half-full...not half-empty...half-full..." Ever the cynic, I am having a little trouble with this. I am trying, though...really trying. I'm not going to think about how dirty the house is now...about how much I am going to have to clean it before we move in. I am not going to think about all of the boxes that I have to pack, then unpack. I am not going to think about how weird a big, empty house can feel. I am going to think about how I am not going to have to contend with neighbors who eat food that smells as if it only belongs in the toliet. I am going to think about how my clothes will actually smell like detergent when I pull them out of the dryer instead of stinky rotten meat. I am going to think about how nice it will be to work on my tan when the babies are outside in a little swimming pool.(With me right there with them, of course.) I am going to think about how nice it will be when I can do the grocery shopping again - thanks to the absence of two flights of stairs and a crowded parking lot. And I am going to think about how a library will be close again! Yeah for books! Yeah for Clifford the dog coming to visit the library in May!!!

I dreamed last night that I was nominated for "How Do I Look?" - which I have already decided that I would rather be on "What Not to Wear"...Anyway...I was trying to be upset when people threw away my old clothes and criticized my dress, but I could hardly contain and mask my excitement at the thought of a makeover. It is pretty bad when I thought that the woman with the 6 month old baby on "Ten Years Younger" looked great compared to me.

I think that the important thing for me to remember is that I need to enjoy each and every second of my life. It doesn't matter how old and tired I feel. It doesn't matter if I cringe every time that I look in a mirror or step on the scales. It doesn't matter that I haven't a clue as to how to style my hair because I haven't done it in so long. It doesn't matter if I am always behind on my housework or if dinner burns every night because I have to change diapers and chase down babies in the middle of cooking it. These are happy times. I realize that when I look in my babies' faces. When I can finally let go and let myself play with them...things are great. When they are grown and gone, I'll have a wonderfully immaculate, beautifully decorated house...and I'll be the cleanest - can you believe I'll shower everyday, sometimes 3 times a day?!! - best groomed, ultra -toned woman you ever did see. And I know that I will feel as if a piece of me is missing. I don't want to miss this time to be close to my children...to get to know them...to watch them grow up. God has really blessed me by allowing me to be the primary care giver for my children. I am so thankful for the fact that I don't have to drop them off anywhere for another woman to watch them take their first steps or teach them how to use the potty...This is a blessing. This may not be the life for everyone, but it is for me. And I am going to enjoy every second of it.

So - just a little update.

I recently had to get a new cell phone...and due to bear saliva in the phone, they could not transfer my numbers...All this to say - if you read this and your number was in my phone, give me a call.

We finally found a house to rent. It seems to be pretty nice...but lately I have been a little off on my estimation of what "nice" is. It is not an apartment. That's definitely a good thing. We thought that we would be safer just moving into a gated complex when we first moved here since we didn't know what areas of town were the preferred areas...Hah! The gates only keep people trapped in the complex - they don't keep people out...unless you honestly live there. Then they are a pain in the hunkus. I am going to have to get used to cleaning a big space again...But it does have a back yard. It's almost a whole acre...and they told us that deer occassionally come into the back yard, too. Can you tell that that excites me? It has a wooden playset - which excited my little boy greatly. (I could tell by the way he started shouting "slide!" and clapping his hands when he saw it...) And...everybody has a their own bedroom with one still left over. Nice. And we are not buying - though we might have the option later on - so, if we hate the area and the house, we ain't stuck with it. The town that we are moving to is small...and the mountains of North Georgia are in view.

We have found a church that we like. That's a first for me in the last ten years of my life. So far, I have greatly appreciated the absence of the "doctrines of men." The people are genuinely friendly. And there are no sermons on "tithe"..."church membership"..."love"..."happiness" or anyother "feel good" topic under the sun that some preachers like to build a sermon about from bits and pieces of verses in whatever translation best fits what they feel should be said. The Word of God is read. And then it is accepted. No choosing which verses are more important...No more thinking that God changed His mind after He gave a commandment. No more thinking..."Where did it say that in the Bible? Was that the Bible or Paradise Lost? Oh, well, just got to take it on faith."

The kids are doing GREAT!! My little boy has developed a love for pickles and chocolate ice cream. Sooooo goooood!!!!! My little princess is eating her veggies and fruits, rolling over, and doing her best to start crawling. I can't believe how fast they grow up. I had a wonderful dream last night that Princess and I took a girl's weekend to Charleston for shopping and the beach. It was so much fun...and she was such a grown-up, beautiful young lady. It made me a little sad to think of her growing up, but it also showed me that time will only bring more good things for me and my little brood.

And then there is pessimistic little me...just wondering when the bad stuff will happen...I'm probably going to find out that the house is haunted, one of us will get sick on the moving weekend, and the church that we are going to will suddenly get a case of pretentious-holier-than-thou-itis. But, you know what? I am just going to wait until it happens. Nothing like that ever really takes me by surprise. Right now, I am just going to be happy - despite that thought that alot of people that I care about are about 4 hours away...At least they are only 4 hours away. God has blessed me ALOT. And I just want to enjoy His blessings.

Only a quarter of the new year has gone by...Wow. And already so much has happened. We found a church to worship in...we have started to meet people...I have learned my way around to the grocery store, shopping...and we have found a house to possibly rent. So, why do I still feel sick when I read reviews written by Yankees who have moved to my hometown? I was trying to compare the rating that this website gave to Sugar Hill (where we might possibly want to live) and Lexington...and, of course, they had a place for people to write reviews...I had to read it. This Yankee from Colorado wrote in to say that either you got used to the accents and the people or you just hated them. Please! And then she said how much she loved all of the culture of the Low Country...and her air conditioner...and "the blacks" were nice - right after she called the locals a bunch of prejudiced bigots. Maybe I'm a little silly, but that just made me plain mad.

Somedays I am sooooooo homesick that I could die. Soooooo homesick....soooooo homesick. South Carolina air just is so much sweeter and so much easier to breath. The roads feel better under my tires. The sun shines a little brighter. The birds sing a little more. And it's changing so much that when I go back home finally - if I ever do - it won't even feel like the same place. People are moving in and changing everything...and then I have to think, aren't I doing kind of the same thing here? I've moved here...but I don't care to change anything. I just want a little piece of land to make something grow in and a place to play with my children.

I just want to cry some days. Instead, I pray. And pray. And pray. And after 7 months of praying...God is still telling me that I need to stay here for the present. I don't believe in a "secular" portion of my life. My whole life is the Lord's. And nothing happens without a reason. Even if I never know what that reason is...He does. I am His child. He knows what is best. And I praise Him that He has put me where He wants - even if it is not where I necessarily would choose to be. If this is where He wants me, this is where I want to be. I surrender.

God is teaching me so much. I can see how His plan for me is unfolding. My family will not celebrate Easter this year. Now before you brand me a heretic...let me ask you...what is better? Is it better to confuse my children by teaching them that a bunny and an egg from a Celtic fertility ritual held at this time of year is a Christian symbol of "new life" that we use to celebrate the resurrection of Christ...even if the dates of the Passover (the whole reason for the Last Supper) don't coincide with the dates for Easter? or does it make more sense to celebrate the Passover...and the completion of the Passover - Christ's blood protecting us from death. Christ was the perfect sacrifice. He commanded us to remember His death. Long before Christ came to earth, God commanded His people to celebrate the Passover. Christ celebrated the Passover during His life on earth. Please tell me why the church in general doesn't celebrate the Passover...or why they celebrate it only partially?

All right...more on this later - most likely...It's time to chase my kids around this tiny apartment.

It is so dark in this apartment. You never realize just how isolated you are from any sunlight until you only have windows on one side of your dwelling place. Kind of like a grave. So...today, on this dark and dreary day, I am going to stay jacked up on caffeine, daydreams, and hard work.

So...for the caffeine. I have a wonderful cup of vanilla nut coffee. Yum. And I drank my coffee while watching Curious George with my little boy...and rocking my sweet little princess asleep in my arms. This is definitely the life.

AND... for the daydreams...Just to preface this - I know that I am odd. Not rich enough by any means to be eccentric...but just odd. But...I am not so sure that being odd is a bad thing. The times when I have tried to cover up my oddity and really care about what people thought about me - let's just say that those times are some of my most embarrasing moments. Full of awkwardness. So uncomfortable. I am just me. And - on most days - I like me. Sometimes...

So...now that that's over...I am daydreaming about the years to come with my children...And, though I know that it's a near impossibility where I now live...I would love to have at least an acre of land. With a cute, rustic playhouse that resembles a colonial shelter. And Bear and Princess would have their own little colonial outfits...knee breeches, a chemise, and a waistcoat for Bear. Petticoats, a chemise, a waistcoat, a modesty clothe, and a bonnet for Princess. And - with the omission of certain impracticle things, like an outhouse and a fire - my children could take the opportunity to experience history first hand. On their own terms. With no pressure. Just a game. I would love for them to pick a crop - say corn - and plant a few rows. (I would help, of course.) But...I would also find some service or good to trade for the fruit of their labors. This would give them some idea of the colonial economy. (Without the taxes - of course.) And it would teach them how to barter. A very useful tool even in today's society. It would teach them the meaning of hard work. And it would make the people in the history books - and their family tree - seem a little more real. They would realize, in a very oblique way, the brevity of human life. And that our passing to make way for posterity is just a natural transition. God has a bigger plan for us. This life is just a part of that. It's not even a fraction of the whole picture - it's just the small little part that we can somewhat understand. The people who lived their earthly lives in 1770 had the same dreams, aspirations, and emotions that all of us experience today. They did really live. And they were afraid of death and the unknown - just read some of their diaries. They considered themselves modern just as we now consider ourselves modern. And someday - like it or not - we will, too, be just another spot on our great-grandchildren's family tree. I think that the realization of this shoots humanism to pieces. It makes the necessity of a childlike faith in the providence of God absolutely necessary for survival.

All right - now for the hard work part of my day. Scrub, scrub, scrub....

This weekend was such a weird weekend...Hubby and I found a church to go to...and they meet on Saturdays - which is a little weird for me. So, this Saturday morning, I woke up at 6:30 and got breakfast - or Hubby made breakfast- and then got myself dressed...and the kids dressed...and a lunch packed for Oneg after the service...Then it was off to Shabbot services. Then came the crazy hunt for a new place to live. Wow. Sunday started off with biscuits and coffee. I really look forward to Sunday mornings with Hubby and the kids. And...here comes the Darth Vader music...then there was a haircut for me. I really need to buy a wig.

It is so cute to watch my two little bear cubs play with each other. I love it. Bear loves for Princess to get into her exersaucer - can you believe my little angel is big enough to play in an exersaucer?! Bear constantly looks at his little sister and says, "Hey, Baby!" or he sings her a song...or he talks to her about things that only the two of them can understand. And she just smiles at him and grabs his hand...or his hair. He never minds. He dances to amuse her. And she smiles in approval.

I was going to break out of sing-sing today...but the kids are having so much fun just running around the apartment. Maybe tomorrow would be better. I'll just finish all of my housework today. I love it when the apartment is clean and everything is in it's place. And I hate grammar - but you could have guessed that. .

Now...if only I could have a trailer on fifty acres of South Carolina soil...and some weave and a pair of Jimmy Choos. Wouldn't life be grand?