Ingrid

Yep. I just must blog about the concert. I was kinda amped to see her. Kinda. My mom actually discovered her a couple years ago. Every time I went over there she was blasting Ingrid Michaelson. She grew on me, slowly. Till one day I realized I really liked her music. And the rest from there is history. So my mom calls me back in July super excited about something, but says she is going to wait to surprise me fror my birthday....but then the next second says she can't wait and blurts out that she got us tickets to see Ingrid in October!!! We were both screaming on the phone.

October 10th finally rolled around, we got all dressed up (but not too dressed up, cause you don't want to be too dressed up for just a little concert...so just the appropriate dressed up for an evening out). Went out to dinner and then on to the concert. 2nd row. Great concert. She was a great entertainer, telling funny stories between songs, getting the crowd to participate during songs. I even got in trouble by the ushers for standing up and clapping. Apparently theres no standing in concerts at the Cascade. Very proper there. Ingrid directly talked to me, highlight of the night. I was pretty impressed with 2, no 3 things: 1, the band all played every instrument, very talented band...2, her two vocalists that sang with her had incredible harmonies (inspiring) and 3, Ingrid played the Ukalalee almost the entire time.....

All in all, fun night. Good time with my mom. Thanks mom!

The Demolisher

Ryder is now 16 months. I didn't think it was possible to have so much love for 3 little beings. All of my kids I just love so much. But I'm learning that as much love I have for each of them, they are all different loves. Skylar's my only girl, so the bond I have with her is so different than what I have with Caleb and Ryder. And Caleb's heart is the sweetest heart and he being my first boy, is a whole seperate bond as well. And then there's Ryder. I don't know what it is, but my heart sure does swell when I look at him. Maybe its that he's the baby, but I'm finding myself losing all reserves of any punishment with him.

He destructs evrything in his path. He's encredibly fast. He's encridibly smart. He knows what he's doing. But being a complete demolisher and constantly destroying my house, just makes me love him even more. He's such a sweet boy (outside of demolishing)....he's constantly giving me kisses and love. I love watching him sprout into his own little boy self. I see glimpses of Skylar and glimpses of Caleb...I just can't wait to continue watching him be him. Ryder, my sweet destroyer.

On and on and on and on....

and on, is our luck with cars, and cameras, and computers.....ridiculous!! There is something seriously wrong with the energy I put out to the electronic world. My new 6 mo camera mal-funtioned. The explorer we bought 2 months ago had its transmission and radiator blow up....now driving around my grandmas Ford Taurus...gotta love it.

Stats over a 2 year period:
2 cell phones
3 cameras
4 computers
4 cars

......*sigh*.....sometimes some people need more humility than others I suppose......

God's Covering

A couple weeks ago we started a new series "Under the Chuppah". Learning what it looks like to date, fall in love, and get married all under God's covering. So far its been amazing. Each time we do a series on love and sex, I feel like God is really working through it and getting His words and His heart on how we are to be in relationships accross to us.

Sunday Becky Weber briefly spoke to all the women, especially to the single women: Can we stand in Gods presence and say "I'm beautiful!"? Are we finding our security and beauty in men? Cause every time we put our hope in people, they will let us down.

So I was thinking about this. And it took me back to High School. I went to Liberty Christian and twice a year in the Fall and the Spring Mrs Jones would gather all the girls in the whole school and bring us all into the Chapel. I remember her telling us how to dress, how to be modest. That how we dress affected the boys around us. And I remember always being so aware of that. I was ridiculously modest all through High School. I was really secure and confident in who I was. I never worried about boys, and getting boys to like me. I had boyfriends here and there, but never found WHO I was in them. So fast forward 10 years later to me being married for 7 years and having 3 kids. I struggle with insecurity. I struggle sometimes with finding my worth in God. I struggle a LOT with feeling beautiful. Why is this? Its not like I've degressed in my relationship with God. I feel real close to the Lord and have good intimate times with Him. So what happened to that confident, secure High Schooler?....I was really thinking about this and praying about it. And I found that I have put my hope not only in the Lord, but in my husband as well. I look to Sean to feel beuatiful. I look to Sean to hear that I am beautiful and lovely and loved. I never go to the Lord to hear I'm beautiful from him. This is where my problem lyes. This is where single girls have the upper hand. And here they are looking at us married thinking I can't wait till I'm married to finally feel that security and we are looking at the single girls and telling them find your security and worth in the Lord. So to all women, married or single or divorced, the only thing that will satisfy our every need and the ONLY one who can make us feel truely beautiful down to the core of who we are is the one who created us! Yes, our husbands can make us feel beutiful and loved....but after a while we start feeling insicure and bored and lonely....if we are not finding our True Worth from the Lord. But when we are, when we stand in Gods presence and say "I am beautiful" and allow God to pursue us and love on us, then we will be living under Gods covering in our lives. In our dating relationships. In our marriages. We will be living Under the Chuppah.

20

Skylar, for the past 6 mo or so has been obsessed with the idea of freezing herself when she turns 16. Its something she is always talking about, "when I turn 16, i'm going to freeze. Its a good age to be." She's always asking me new questions about being 16 like, Mom, can I drive when I'm 16? Can I have a computer when i'm 16? can I wear make-up when i'm 16? and so on and so on. Its an on-going dialogue about being 16. She's in awe of the age.

So last night I put her to bed, and was in the family room doing my exercises. It had been a while and a new conversation begins:
Skylar- "Mom"
Me-"What hunny?"
Sky- "Can I drive when i'm 20?"
me- "Yes"
Sky- "Can I wear make-up when i'm 20?
me- "Yes"
Sky- "Can I have a computer when I'm 20?"
Me "yes skylar"
Sky- "Can we share clothes when i'm 20?"
Me- "Sure"
Sky- "Can I go to school when i'm 20?
Me- "Yep, you'll be in college"
Sky- *long pause*......."20 is a GREAT number, I'm DEFINITELY freezing at 20 now"

I thought I'd wait to tell her that when I was 20 I was a college drop-out and was married......

Pants

I love pants. For the past few weeks I have been wearing pants. I wake up, its nice and cool out, so I open all the windows and get a chilly breeze coming through the house....what do I do? I go put on my jeans. Its the end of September, its now officially fall......It should be ok to wear pants......so I put them on and do what all day? SWEAT!!! HOW IS IT STILL SO STINKIN HOT AT THE END OF SEPTEMBER???!!! I am sooo done with this heat!!

Some of my not so favorite things.....

5. Kids spilling sticky apple juice on my clean foors
4. Caleb spilling a whole bowl of cheerios on my floor
3. Tahoe tracking in muddy paws onto my floor
2. Ryder emtying the contents of the toilet onto the bathroom floor
(yes, there is a pattern here)
1. My floors that I pour so much time and effort cleaning every day being tainted in any way.....

Some may say, "Rebecca, you have a problem", which I would smile and say "You are absolutely right". What can I say? I like clean floors. Theres just something about the squeeky clean feel of them under my feet.... it makes my feet happy. The way they shine as your walking into the room. The smell of cleanliness. Its just very satisfying. Now don't get me wrong, there are rare moments far and few between when I can actually account for every square inch of my house's floors being perfect....but if I lived in a perfect world, this would, in fact, not be such a rare comodidy.