Library Summer Reading Program Kickoff Party!!

Yesterday, we went to the library for the Summer Reading Program kickoff party. As fun as it was, it was also stressful around a couple of hundred kids and to wait in line for various things.

What's hilarious was that they had a balloon lady that makes a rodeo-looking balloon which you child could wear it, she made the same thing for each kid. It took her about 15 minutes to make one and after waiting 40 minutes in line, we gave up.

Then, there was a line for face-painting. Immediately, I pushed my husband to take the kids over to that line. He did not move with disinterest and said, "Have you seen the kids with face-painting here?" Then I turned and saw a few kids with red large dots on their faces with a few black lines, supposedly to look like clowns. Clearly they were done by "Very Amateur Face-painters". My husband added, "we're going somewhere after this party, I don't think we need to have to kids with faces painted like that. It was the worst face-painting job I've ever seen.

We did get some Chick-Fil-A coupons! I love Chick-Fil-A coupons. They had a prize-wheel for us to turn and win whichever prize the pin lands on. My children won coupons for a cup of coffee and a cup of iced tea...go figure. At least, I got us some free chicken minis, Hooray!

Needless to say, we were exhausted after the 1-hour-party...the things we do for our precious children!

Blessed to be born a woman!!!

The other day, while shopping with my mom and my 4-year-old daughter, I commented to my baby girl, "How wonderful that God made us women that we get to wear pretty shoes and clothes!" She said, "Yes!"

I just read an article by Rebecca Walker, daughter of Alice Walker who authored the infamous book .

To my surprise, Rececca Walker has a complete opposite viewpoint from her feminist mother. She talks about how opposing her mother's ideology costs their mother-daughter relationship.

Feminists have us believe that staying at home to raise our children is a sign of weakness and that we should be out in the world achieving and accomplishing something instead of being belittled and doing the mindless things like cooking and cleaning...serving our familiies. How the world has perverted and distorted what motherhood God had intended!!

I believe that God's calling for each woman is different. Some are called to be perhaps someday President of the United States, some are called to be teachers and many of us are called to be mothers, the biggest job in the world... raising our children to fulfill their God-given purposes! (...which we simply cannot do on our own strength and wisdom).

Once we accept the incredible assignment of motherhood, understand the enormity of the task and realize that only our Creator can enable us to achieve the assignment, joy of motherhood begins.

I am extremely blessed to be home to raise our children while my husband provides for us financially; by no means I feel I contribute any less than he, and fortunately, he feels the same way.

Every moment with our children can be teachable moments, both for them and for me.

I am often touched by my children's little sayings confessing their faith, signs of their precious relationship with our Creator, and praises of thanksgiving of life's special moments--happy or sad.

I am blessed to have a mother that shows me what motherly love looks like.


Every day, I am thankful that I am a stay-at-home wife and mother; most of all, I am thankful for having a Father in heaven that makes His love known to me in a personal way.

911 call...testing, testing...

Well, here's a funny story for you...

A couple of weeks ago, I was out for a meeting leaving my mother with 2 kids. Mom has experience keeping the kids alone before and it's never been a problem for her.

I called home on my way home that day and asked mom, "Is everything okay? Have the kids been behaving for you?" She replied, "I'll let your son tell you, hold on..." Then Matthew got on the phone hysterically, "Mom, I haven't been good." I asked curiously, "Why? What happened?" He cried, "I called the police." I did not know what to think...what police? why would he do that?

I drew a blank.

Then my mom came back on the phone and said that he'd called 911 and 10 minutes later, 2 policemen showed up to the door. My mom answered the door as both of the kids bolted to their hiding place in one of the rooms. The police asked if everything was alright. (My mom actually speaks English when I am not with her!!!)She said to the police that she thinks that one of the kids had dialed 911 and there was really nothing wrong. The police were understanding and left.

When I got home, I asked Matthew why he called 911, he explained that he'd watched a kids program that day about safety and emergency and they talked about calling 911 for emergency.
He did not do that out of mischief, which gave me comfort.

When his dad came home, he was able to get the "step-by-step" detail from our son. He explained further that as the TV program taught about fire emergency and different safety tips, he remembered that his mom (me)has told him not to believe everything TV tells him. SO... Matthew decided to test it out. Well, he found out that it's true...911 will get the police to come.

He has learned his lesson on when to and when not to make an emergency call this day.

Wow, have I abandoned my blog??!!

Time has completely slipped by me between meetings, reading, kids' birthdays, birthday parties and mom's visit.

I hope to not leave this blog for this extended time period again, by His grace!!

My Best Birthday EVER!!

My birthday was last Sunday! It's been a few years since I spent my birthday here in the States. I know my family loves me and I love them (I am referring to my mom and sister), they always think of me and buy me things, so my birthday just doesn't seem like a really big deal to them...

So, this year, my sweet husband took me and the kids to the Cheesecake Factory and had a very nice dinner, and with me picking out my perfect gifts. Then, a few days later, my friends at our women's group celebrated me with a beautiful birthday party. They started out blessing me with amazing, kind, encouraging words to and over me. Then, they showered me with fun, beautiful gifts and balloons. I had my friends, Lisa made me Chocolate-covered strawberries and Ryane made me my chocolate birthday cake. They were delicious!!

I felt so loved, honored and blessed.

"You won't relent"

This is such a powerful song!
Pause my Playlist here and listen...
"you won't relent until you have it all, my heart is yours..."

"Place me like a seal over your heart, or like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, and its jealousy is as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame. Many waters cannot quench love; neither can rivers drown it. If a man tried to buy love with everything he owned, his offer would be utterly despised." Song of Songs 8:6-7

Pancakes or Dinner rolls??????????

Well, every now and then, I like to make pancakes for breakfast, when I am in the mood. So, a few days ago, I was in the mood. I got the flour out, my favorite pancake recipe, and started making pancakes. I fried them on the griddle, but this time, I notice something very different. They don't look or taste the same as far as texture. They were a little more chewier, not in a bad way, just different.

As we were enjoying the pancakes, I notice my son sawing the pancakes with his knife, it was hysterical... I started picking one and eating it and realized they were more like dinner rolls than pancakes. Since my husband is a chef, he began to help me investigate the cause of the dinner rolls. I used the same recipe and everything the same as many of the times before. We could not figure it out.

Then, as I was putting things away and noticed the flour and started reading it. I had bought flour for bread instead of the all-purpose flour that I usually buy. Well, well, well... I have always afraid to make bread because it seems intimidating and all the kneading sounds like a lot of work. I guess after all, Father, is trying to tell me that I can make bread, even accidentally; and I can do things which I may not realize I can do.

So, next time, make sure you got the right kind of flour for your recipes. LOL...