Saturday, April 30, 2011

Buzz gets Cornrows

My last attempt at "twists" for Malachi's hair didn't go great. But I was determined to try again one day .... which meant letting his hair grow. The days I actually invest time (and product) in his hair, it still looks super cute. He especially loves when I brush it into a "fro". He sits there singing, aaa-fro, a-fro, aaa-fro over and over while clapping. (Mixed in is an occasional, "OUCH!". There are lots of curls to pick through.)

Anyway, yesterday a family friend came over. She's so talented. She braids her own hair! I can barely brush my own hair, let alone braid in such intricate designs like she does. So we asked her to help with Malachi's hair.

Instead of twists, we went with Cornrows. (And Malachi insists on being Buzz just about every second of everyday. What can you do?)

Take a look:
Malachi wanted to watch what was happening to him.

Metiki doing her thing.

Phineas and Ferb was the selected distraction. It only mostly worked. 3 year old's only know how to wiggle.

That's a big comb!

Almost Done!

"YES!" (Aaron told Malachi he looks like a big strong man. So he felt the need to show us his muscles.)

The artist and her client! She did a great job!

From the back

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Redefining this Feminist.

I started reading a fantastic book this fall (and yes - the word starting would imply that I haven't finished's a bad habit of mine, starting books and not finishing them). It's called, Radical Womanhood. The subtitle is really what drew me in: Feminine faith in a Feminist World.

See, I've sorta always viewed myself as a "feminist". Funny thing since I'm not living the typical "feminist" lifestyle. Although, I am living the life I chose, so I suppose it's approved. All I know is that I didn't fall under any of the following categories that always seemed the opposite to me of a feminist: Dora the Doormat, Dipstick Danielle, Kitchen-Trapped Kathy, Baby Popping Bertha (despite popular belief!), or Repressed Rita. (I did not come up with those names ... hang with me, I'll point you were they came from in a minute.)

However, living this out in a Christian sense, I came to realize that even as a wanna-be-feminist, I still didn't feel like I was fitting the mold. I wasn't fitting any mold. Maybe that's okay, but it sure makes it hard to answer questions like, "What does it mean to have a meek and mild spirit?" when I'm one of the loudest most outspoken women I know. It makes it hard to see how I fit into the one mold I would love to fit - the Proverbs 31 woman. She wasn't a feminist, but she wasn't any of those above names either. I didn't understand what the alternative could be, let alone how to pursue it.

Well, the book Radical Womanhood has been a great launching place for me to understand my role as a Woman. Not a woman of this world, but rather a Woman after God's heart. I read a blog post today that I thought would benefit any of my sisters who are feeling this same tug. The author goes through the stereo-types I named above, and redefines them in light of a "Complementarian". I think I like this "Complementarian" mold.

If that intrigued you, here's a few blogs I've been following that have been helping me understand my role a lot better. These aren't cooking sights, or how to raise children sights, or crafty blogs. No, these are the sights that speak to the truths of who we are as Godly women regardless of if you can cook, regardless of if you have children, and include those of us who lack any craft skill whatsoever.

Radical Womanhood (the Author of the above mentioned book)
Gender Blog (The Council on Biblical Manhood and Womanhood)
Girltalk  (Conversations on Biblical Womanhood and other fun stuff) - this one has had some especially intriguing posts on Submission. (I know, I just used a bad word on my blog .... or at least some may say so.)

Well now that this is done, I'm off to cook and clean and play with my children while dancing through the house barefoot and pregnant (adoption counts as pregnant, right?) because I woke up at 5:00 a.m. to spend time with Jesus and take a shower and get dressed in time to kiss Aaron as he walked out the door to labor for his family so he can return to a happy wife, joyful obedient kids, and a hot dinner waiting next to his newspaper.  Or something.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dear Mr. President. (From Provi)

Providence (my almost 11 year old) wrote a nice letter to the President in regards to the current gas prices. This was not prompted by us. Promise. And actually, in her original version - she stated that she had recently read a quote by JFK stating, "Ask not what your Country can do for you, but what you can do for your Country." She thought she would do her part for our Country in trying to ease our wallets at the pump.

I seriously have no idea where this came from, or what prompted it. But oh how I love my Providence's heart. She's really starting to notice the [real] world around her. (Okay, so maybe she's on a different time frame, considering she thinks we spend $50 on gas every two days .... but still, she's noticing!)

Here was her letter.

What do you think, will she get a return letter?? She says she hopes so.

(I especially love that it's ONLY liquid! I mean, seriously, it's not like we are buying bottled water here people! This is JUST gas!)

  Dear President Obama,
  Every two days, my parents spend almost $50 JUST for gas. To them, it’s probably very over whelming. So I was wondering if you could lower the prices of gas, just like 25 cents. If you do, that could change a lot of peoples lives. People wouldn’t be as poor. Besides, why should liquid be so expensive, and all it does is, go through cars, and pollute the air.
  If you can write back to me, that would be great. I  not, I understand. My address is: [my parents are going broke dr., somewhere in middle America]

                         Thanks a million,

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

And then there were two. Maybe.

It's "adoption central" at the Britton household, as my friend Michelle says.

We've had a dog (Gunther) now since September. Recently Gunther has become more and more .... how you say ... annoying??? He seriously needs to be in a home with another dog. The pup has major separation anxiety. (By this I mean he pees every time we leave him ... in his kennel! He barks and cries when we are away the point where the neighbors leave notes on our doors. He'll scratch door frames, dig holes in the yard, lick the door incessantly  ... whatever it takes to get to us.) Gunther has a myriad of other issues that just have been making life hard for .... um, me. Maybe it's because I never grew up with a dog. (Okay, so I grew up with a Pomeranian. That doesn't count. It's like a furry squirrel. Sorry Lynette ...and Mom.) Maybe it's just because he's needy, who knows. All I know is this .... the dog needs a friend! (Don't we all?)

So we got him one.

A girlfriend at that!

I know. We're a bit insane. Four kids, almost five. And now two dogs??? Seriously?

Really. The idea was to make my life easier!

Sigh.'s how it went down. We found a dog at the Humane Society today. Super sweet. She and Gunther got along great. So we brought her home. She's still super sweet. They still get along great. And guess what the best part is??? I'm already seeing a ton of Gunther's issues fall to the side as he tries to .... I dunno ... impress her??? He's like a different dog. The kind of dog I had hoped for. As for the new dog- she's great! She's completely submissive to Gunther. She lets my kids hang all over her. She's mellow. She's just plain sweet.. In fact, I begin to warn Gunther to be on his best behavior because we may just keep her and return him! (I'm such a good dog owner, I know.)

All was good until the moment "Socks" (the kids FINALLY picked a name! Socks it is!) jumps the fence. Yes. She did. The dogs are out back playing all cute and dog-like while I do the dinner dishes. Next thing I know, Socks is CLIMBING the fence. No she didn't just hurdle the fence. Yes she did. She climbed it like my children do. WHAT?!?!?! There was a family with two small children and a dog of their own on the other side of the fence. Needless to say .... FREAK OUT !!! I jumped the fence and ran after her. (Mental picture at its finest, I know.) She came back. I let her out about 30 minutes later. She jumped it again! Oh my. I am way too old for this. But I ran anyway.

Run, Forest, Run!

She came back. Maybe she likes us. All that to say ... how in the world can we keep a dog that jumps the fence? I don't know. We're going to try a few things, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

In the meantime, here's some cute puppy photos of the two love-birds. (They are kind of in backwards order. Sorry.)

"Okay, you can share my bed" says Gunther

"Bed hog!" Says Gunther ... and every other male on the face of the planet who has to share a bed with a girl!

"Fine. I'll just be a gentleman. You can have the comfy bed. I'll take the make-shift bed."

"Never mind. I was here first. Move it, lady!"


Sharing his toys. Such a nice friend.

Tired, but not trusting each other yet.

Puppy Love.
Here's hoping for sleep tonight. (For me, not the dogs.) Here's hoping for a fencing solution tomorrow.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Happy No Housework Day to you !

I love made up Holidays. No, not Holidays that I make up - but ones that someone once upon a time made up and no one has any idea of who or when, but it's caught on. You know - like National Margarita Day which is celebrated on Feb. 22. Then there is, Being Marooned Without A Compass Day on Nov. 6. I sure hate it when I leave my compass at home! The list goes on to Doughnut Day, Chocolate Day, Red Wine Day, and many others that honor my favorite things...I mean, random things.

But today's "Holiday" should certainly be on every calendar ever printed. Yes. Today is No Housework Day! I dug a little to see what information I could find. The description of how to honor No Housework Day especially cracks me up. It's highly realistic, too.....uh, right. Here's what I found:

No Housework Day is your chance to do anything, except housework. Better still, have someone else do the chores for a day. Housework is a daily, seemingly endless and repetitive groups of tasks. It often goes unrecognized and worst of all..... taken for granted. But, watch out! If the dishes aren't done, or there's no clean towels, somebody takes note. 

There's two ways to celebrate this day:

If you normally do the housework around the house, cease and desist for this day. Instead, kick back and enjoy the day. Relax and do anything, except housework.

If you are a spouse or significant other, do the housework for your mate. It gives her (or him) a break from the housework. And, you just might get an appreciation of how much work it takes to keep up the house.

So I woke up this morning with this as my to-do list:
- Mop floors
- Vacuum Carpets
- Clean Bathrooms
- 3 loads of laundry washed and folded (because the unclean towels HAVE been noticed)

But now that I know what I know about this joyful holiday, I just feel like it wouldn't be right to be all Scrooge about it. But then, I wonder if April 8th is, Sit Down and Cry When You Realize How Behind You Are On Housework Day. You can "invent" a day here, so I might just do that!

What Holiday would you create? Who knows - maybe it's already been created!