Friday, January 3, 2014

The Corndog Mom

I got such a sweet surprise from my husband for Christmas - a brand spankin' new laptop.  If you follow my life at all, you already know or wouldn't be surprised  that Elisabeth picked half the keys off my really old laptop.  It got really hard to type with my ghetto-rigging of the broken keys and all.  And he got it just so I could blog. And look at facebook. And watch Netflix in bed. Ya know, everything a laptop was meant for.

 I am so excited and have been thinking of how I could re-do my blog to make it more helpful/useful/not-just-mindless-funny-stories. Blogs are obviously everywhere and I have read some blogs of incredible  moms out there who are cooking like, food dug up straight from the ground that their 3 year old planted. Then they put a recipe up, in which their beautiful potato is somehow made into a hamburger, photographed on a really cool earthy looking plate - with a perfectly clean house in the background!!!
 
But look what my two year old can do! She is learning how to roll a ball of cookie dough in a big bowl of sugar!!! But before you judge, please notice my big bowl of uneaten fruit in the background. Its right past the dirty towel and behind the casserole still left out from breakfast - 6 hours ago. I promise I try.



This is probably the best to what I can contribute to the food blogging world - a frozen corndog on a paper plate. Photographed in my always messy kitchen, on top of my oh-so-attractive, whitish, marblish, 70's laminate countertop.  My kids will never go hungry even though I have killed every possible garden like vegetable that I have tried to plant in my ground before it barely got bigger than a seed. They will never go hungry because I always have a big box of corndogs in my freezer.

There are blogs that show all these really cool artsy-fartsy "re-purposed" crafts. Gals who find something like a dresser at a garage sale, (that currently looks like the one I have in my boys room) then strips it down, pulls out drawers, gives in a fresh coat of paint and WA -LA - Its now a dresser-turned-toddler bed that looks like it came from a Pottery Barn catalog. I try to make a prop for a puppet show and Elisabeth gets involved. So I try to be the sweet, patient, creative mom and let her make one.  What happens is she gets glue all over the table, chairs, and floor.  I loose it and when she starts walking and leaves glue footprints on the carpet and I yell.

 Then 4 weeks later I lovingly wrap up this little craft with a sniffle and put it in a box marked "Elisabeth's first craft she made all by herself."  (And we just won't mention the ugly yelling part of the night.)


There are teaching blogs.  I'm not even going there. (I do not want to incriminate myself on the world wide web.)  And deep spiritual blogs. Well, that is the type of blog my husband would write.  If he would blog. But he won't. (Like he doesn't tweet either and his FB posts are always just youth announcements.  (C'mon babe. How boring is that?!?! I will gladly post some funny things for you. - I've seriously offered but he won't let me.  I wonder why?!?!)

If you are any of these bloggers I commend you.  I think you are awesome.  Seriously.  Some of you guys are half my age and already got it together on the whole parenting/cooking/housewife thing.  I look up to you.

My blogs are just about every day real life. The life of a corndog mom. That even though I am going to do my best to feed my kids healthy foods, you will still see pizza rolls and corn dogs in my freezer.  My 2 year old is a crazy little mess.  In the course of a ten minute phone conversation about therapy services she receives, she dumped out all hundred jillion Apples to Apples cards all over the floor, throws a whole tin of Dominoes across the room and then runs in the bathroom and smears my Clinique foundation all over the toilet seat.  I'm pretty sure she thought it was fingerpaint.  DARN EXPENSIVE fingerpaint little girl. I'm not kidding. My boys are these awesome cool Jesus-loving young men who play too many video games and put silly putty all over their face and inevitably winds up in their hair.  Their little sister gets ahold of it and it ends up in her hair! That I have to cut out! And I yell - again.


I have about 50 goals in my head for this coming new year.  And most of them involve becoming a better mom, wife, daughter of the King. Some of ya'll have it down. But a lot of you out there are like me - making the best out of a messy, unorganized, chaotic life.  But I know I must keep trying.  I must "run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus- the author and perfector of our faith..."(Hebrews 12:1-3) Trying to do what is best and right for my family.  Eating healthy, getting the two year old on a schedule, being a godly example to my teenagers.

So my blogs in 2014 will just be more of me - writing about the mishaps, mayhem and ministry of these people I love.  Happy New Year!!!
 
See, taking a good family pic is next to impossible with this crew! It's complete with our dog's behind in the background.

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