Lately

I think my kids are funny.

Obviously, I'm biased. But come on...

Wearing pants on your head? That's funny stuff... I don't care who you are. 

Truly, they make me laugh constantly. Well, at least when they aren't making me cry. :)

Case in point, I found Chilli tidying up a mess of crushed goldfish crackers on the living room floor... in this, ahem, manner:

But who doesn't enjoy a good cleaning whist wearing nothing but one's Easter Sandals and a bow in one's hair. 

This same day I found 81 "selfies"of the child on my phone. 

 No, I'm not exaggerating. 81.

Vain much?

Sassy, ever the project master, has been making costumes for her siblings. This morning they were playing hospital and Chilli toddled out of the play room in this little number.

 According to her, she and the rabbit are apparently "nurseries" ... not to be confused with "nurses".

In other recent Sassy creations, she drew this for me the other day.

What? You can't tell what that is? Really, come on? 

It is obviously a dog turd on our green and white striped rug. 

Yes friends, this is how she informed me that the dog had done her business in our house. 

Gross... yet, strangely effective.

Maranda

Piggy

Sassy has been in project mode. Thank you Sprout ipad app.

Honestly, I love it... but the urgent need to create immediately upon viewing Noodle and Doodle does make me slightly insane.

Sassy: Mommy. I want to make a dream catcher... All I need is some netting, paper plates, feathers, pipe cleaners, string, a hole punch, a stapler, glue and colored tissue paper.

Me: Is that all.

Seriously, the child hounded me for 3 solid days for a milk jug.

We had just returned from the beach. There was not a drop of milk in the house - much less a milk container. A grocery store trip was desperately needed but I was so overwhelmed by the magnitude of the shopping list that I couldn't muster the courage and stamina required for such an undertaking.

Consequently, my kids ate peanut butter quesadillas and dry cereal for dinner for a couple of nights, because weren't you listening?... no milk in the house.

Anyway, after I finally managed to drag myself to the grocery for what was an epic trip involving two carts... We eventually had a milk carton for the piggy bank project she'd been obsessed with.

I have to admit... it is kinda cute.

My favorite part - the pig has paws.

Clearly we are not familiar with the concept of hooves.

She informed me that since she now has the piggy bank, she will no longer have any use for her small coin purse wallet which she never rarely remembers to bring with her on shopping excursions. So, if you see a kid toting around a big plastic pig at the store, she probably belongs to me.

Maranda

Hello Again.

Since it has been practically an eon since I last blogged, I will summarize a few of the highlights from the past few months in list format below:

1. I had a baby.

We call him Banjo... thanks to the Social Security office.

2. Sleep deprivation set in. 

We all got a bit grumpy.

This is Mr. Jenkins demonstrating how I feel when trying to function on tiny slivers of sleep. I think in this particular photo he may be revolting over something earth-shattering such as the unacceptable shape of the ketchup on his plate.

My children are extremely rational and reasonable creatures.

Even the primary source of sleep deprivation had a few grumpy moments. Um... are 2 month olds supposed to know how to scowl like that!?

3. We tried to do some fun family outings in the midst of a busy season.

Hiking in North Georgia

Trip to the Zoo

 Mr. Jenkins informed us that his favorite animals at the zoo were the "mangos".

Chilli asked to get out of the stroller at one point, and her place was quickly taken by a lazy 5 year old. Despite negotiations with the 5 year old, she was not able to regain her seat.

It worked out okay for Chilli in the end...

However, not so much for daddy.

4. We celebrated the resurrection of Christ.

We made some resurrection rolls.

 Which was a pretty good idea...

 ...But also a fairly epic fail on my part since they exploded in the baking process. 

Also, I'm pretty sure Chilli ate all of her Jesuses.

 But a few were salvageable enough to resemble the empty tomb.

There were many eggs and bunnies around our home during the weeks leading up to Easter.
We dyed eggs, we painted eggs, we cut out egg shapes and taped them on doors and mantles...we attached them to our scraggly hair.

There must not have been enough bunnies for Sassy's liking because she started making bunny masks for her non-bunny stuffed animals. 

Pictured here, Furby and Purple Kitty... bunny-style.

5. Brent, Banjo and I went to Chicago to run our sports ministry conference.

 Banjo was quite the office assistant.

6. Brent is running ropes courses and preparing for summer camp like a crazy man. 

Along with a team from Signature Research, he built this beast earlier this spring. It is called a Teams or "Tec" Course.

7.  The kids and I, along with my mom, dad, sister, soon-to-be-brother-in-law, and grandfather are currently at the Beach. 

It is Glo.ri.ous.

Well...Except for the fact that Brent isn't here. It was just too hard for him to get away with all the camp preparations and staff training that takes place this time of year.  I truly miss him terribly.

But we are trying to find a way to soldier on without him.

I promise I'll try to get back on the blog wagon and post more often.

Maranda

Sweet Mom

Okay... so I probably should have mentioned this previously... but in my defense, it is a hard thing to discuss because it makes me sad.

My precious mother... the punky lady who can rock a hot pink spike in her hair, the Emme of my babies, the sweet momma who loved me though all kinds of teenage angst and quarter-life-crisis, my precious friend and confidant, was diagnosed with breast cancer in October of last year.

There were many times I wanted to write about it, but honestly, I may have been in denial. That is sorta my M.O. as I tend to put blinders on when it comes to hard situations in my life.

Anyway, my sweet momma endured 6 intense rounds of chemo and just this week had her double mastectomy and reconstruction.

Although I am not at all jealous of the war against breast cancer she has fought... I think I am going to be seriously jealous of her six pack and perky boobies!! She had a procedure where they took the fat from her belly and reconstructed her ladies. She only managed to give herself a A-B size enhancement which is sad because I could have donated some lard to get her to a good double D (and then some!) :)

Oh well...

Anyway, I am so proud of my mom. I love her spirit and the attitude that she has had through this whole process. She has praised God at every turn, remained positive even when ill and weak from chemo, and been incredibly brave despite a scary diagnosis and treatment plan.

I love you Mom, and I hope that I may face future challenges with the same strength and perspective you have exhibited. You inspire me. I love you.

Maranda

One thing

You may not know, remember or care...But I have another job outside of being a wife and rearing my precious younglings.

And precious they are...

This job is what typically causes a period of silence during the months of January to April on this blog-o-mine. This year, not only did have have my April conference to plan, but I also birthed a child, who although precious has made the past 2 months a little extra busy and sleep deprived.

"Banjo-man"

All this to say... this is why I have been a lame-o blogger of late. I hope to do better come May.

However, I wonder if I am being realistic in my expectations for myself in the coming future.

I have done this before... had the thought that if I could just change one thing in my life: lose 15 pounds, get one task off my plate, have a little more cash in the bank account, get married, have a baby,  control my appetite, have a bigger house, have a different car, get a cute hair cut, ...

The one thing changes depending upon my circumstances in a season, but I find that I am almost always looking to change something in my life that I believe will alleviate my current stress level, simplify my life, or just make me feel better.

Right now, I keep thinking that once the conference is over that I will be a more attentive wife and mother... a better friend...a better sister...a better daughter. I keep thinking about how I am going to enjoy my roles so much more once I have less stress.

And there may be some truth to that... but this side of Heaven, there's always going to be stress. Isn't stress, pain, grief, hardship just a manifestation of our longing for Heaven? A tangible ache for the loss of paradise?

I don't mean to sound pessimistic or complain that I'll never be content because I can''t manage to find balance in this life. Rather, I just want to confess that I often put my hope in the wrong things...

And after all, there is only one thing that matters.

Luke 10:41-42
But the LORD answered her, "Martha, Martha, you are worried and distracted by many things; there is need of only one thing. Mary has chosen the better part, which will not be taken away from her."


Maranda

P.S. If you want to pray for me and the conference next week... I'd covet your prayers. The event is next Wednesday - Friday in Chicago.

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Pants

I find myself in an epic battle.

I do not wage against flesh and blood.

Nay.

I fight against something far more evil... something of a cotton-blend variety.

That something is ... my pants.

There is no love between us. I hate all of them: My maternity jeans that are so ragged out and ripped, my supposedly "fat jeans" that I still can't get buttoned over my hips... and the most heinous of them all... my "normal" jeans that mock me from their hangers.

I hate all of them.

I broke down and bought a super large pair in hopes that at least I might be "comfortable" and perhaps avoid the muffin top effect, but even they have their fatal flaws - namely they fall down after they are are stretched out by my "dunlop."

What? You don't know what a "dunlop" is? You know... as in, my stomach "dunlopped" over my pants.

Anyway, please understand that I do appreciate the task that my body went through to produce these 4 precious children, I honestly can accept some flab, stretch marks, widened hips... I get it, and I am grateful that my body was healthy enough to carry a baby - especially when my heart breaks for those who cannot or struggle to.

It's not that I cannot appreciate my body in it's current state, it's just that I really, really want some pants to fit me.

6 weeks post delivery, I am slowly coming to terms with the reality that I've reached the plateau. Delivery of the tiny tenant and nursing has done all it can do for me, and now I am going to have to get a bit engaged in this process.

Oh, how I stink at discipling myself in the area of food. And it is conceivable that I am even worse about exercise than I am about eating right.

Alas, I hear rummors that when people do these things consistently that they don't fight with their pants... at least not quite so much.

Maranda

This will be quick...

I am tired.

I have 4 kids.

I guess this is reasonable.

Here are my four kids with my husband on the couch.

I think we need a bigger couch.

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We had a very kid-centric day today. We went to one of those indoor play facilities for no joke, about 4 hours.

It was epic.

Since we'd basically blown nap/rest time and praying if we kept everyone moving for a few more hours we could score an early bed time, we decided to press on with the fun and took the kids for Fro-yo.

Chilli bean and Jenkins could not be bothered to pose for a picture... there were jelly beans and fro-yo present.

Here is Jenkins' opinion of a licorice jelly bean.

Chilli bean wanted to make sure Daddy wasn't holding out on her. She was fond of any jelly beans... regardless of their flavor.

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The baby boy shall now be referred to as "Banjo" thanks to the social security administration who sent me his card with his name misspelled.

Really?

Really.

And the worst thing is, I get to spend several hours at the social security office with confirmation of birth forms, hospital bills, etc... because of their error.

Good thing I have tons of time on my hands.

Anyway... Banjo is dang cute... and is already 1 month old!

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I braved a walk with all 4 this week around our neighborhood.

At some point along the way, I decided to make it a "nature walk" and encouraged Sassy to pick collect some specimens.

She made the following upon our return home.

I should probably rotate that for you... but it would take too much time. So you'll just have to turn your head sideways to read her sweet handwriting labeling each of her items.

Jenkins also collected some "nature" items.

He was not interested in the labeling, and preferred to just fill my coat pockets with his treasures.

Love him.


Maranda