The Gospel According to Anna

During the summer months we don't usually attend church regularly. We've visited countless different places of worship in tens of towns, but rarely do we get to spend quality time at one place.

But this season, thanks to the Rookie ball schedule that includes no road trips, and day games to avoid monsoon season, we've been able to attend a great church that we love nearly every weekend.

I've gotta be honest, it's really shining through in the girls lives.

Especially Anna Grace.

Maybe I'm a little biased but she could be the next Beth Moore......






A few thoughts:

If you watched the whole thing, bless your heart, again. I'm not tech savvy in the slightest and I have no clue how to shorten/edit a video. It's a slight miracle that I got it on the blog at all seeing as my computer isn't speaking to me. Again.

I am using Andy's work computer and doing my best not to post this on his game day reports.

Sorry, Skipper!

Sister doesn't have clown feet, she's wearing Lainey's socks and shoes. These days I don't really get much say in how they dress, I'm just happy when they aren't naked.

She talks with her hands. Alot.

No idea where that came from.

I'm gonna email Beth Moore now. Don't be surprised if her next book is called

"Dolphins Poo and God Loves You"

It's got best seller written all over it.

Frogs and Snails and Puppy-Dog's Tails

Thanks to our current living situation our girls have had a whole new world open up to them.

Boy toys.

Well shoot, that doesn't sound right. Um, what I mean is since the family we are living with has two male children that would mean that they have play things which would usually be attributed to the male gender.

You know, boy toys.

Anyhoo, our apartment attaches to the main house through the playroom. Which means it looks like Toy's R Us vomited in our living room most of the time.

Meaning things are carrying on as usual despite the small living quarters.

(Mama may be lacking in organizational skills.)

(And by lacking, I mean I have none.)

(But I'm really good with parentheses.)

So the girls have been tracking with Thomas and stacking primary colored legos (instead of pink ones), pushing Tonka trucks and shooting Buzz Lightyear's ray gun.

To infinity and beyond.

And I'm fine with that.

Want to pretend you're a fireman? Go for it, sister.

Feel like shooting Daddy with a water gun? The thought has crossed my mind a time or five.

Like using the Handy Manny tool kit? Who wouldn't!

But I have to draw the line somewhere.

Because when I'm unloading the dishwasher and step back onto this,

It makes me want to run screaming all the way to Target for some Polly Pockets and an Easy Bake Oven.

Seriously.

Tuesday Bulletin

I had to actually look at the calendar to see if it was indeed Tuesday.

Welcome to baseball world. Where all your days are the same.

Andy's team just switched to day games to avoid the evening monsoons. Which means the girls and I no longer attend games. Which is unfortunate because that's their very favorite activity. But it's 109* at 11 am. I start sweating just thinking about loading all three girls in the car. Sit through 9 innings without shade? I don't fink so.

We are very much looking forward to heading home at the end of the month. And by we, I mean me. Me is very much looking forward to heading home at the end of the month.

Anna is talking up a storm. All day. Every day.

She also sings songs. Loudly.

Emily's new favorite thing to do is spit.

I told her we only spit outside.

Andy told her girls don't spit.

Whoopsie daisy.

We went to a splash park today, I didn't put the girls ear plugs in. And I left the towels on a chair at home.

Mom of the year!

I went to the same ENT that did the girls tubes for recurring ear pain. He thinks it's TMJ.

No more gum chewing for me.

I like gum.

Bummer.

Remember I mentioned getting caught in a huge dust storm with the girls? You may also recall that I joked about therapy?

Turns out it was no laughing matter.

All three girls have FREAKED out on two separate occasions when it got windy.

My bad.

The movie of choice these days is Mary Poppins. Which is really Maria VonTrapp in a wig. I thought maybe the homeless bird lady in the movie would startle Lainey. No, she's concerned that the bank won't give us our tuppence (money). I assured her we could get our funds when we need them.

Probably shouldn't let her watch the news.

Kinda worried that if I wait any longer to start potty training, I'm gonna miss the window.

Whatever that is.

Can this be something that I hire out?

Is there such a thing as potty camp?

Someone should start this. They'd make millions.

Anyone? Hello?

{crickets}

Happy Tuesday, everybody.

If it really is Tuesday.