Colorado Crockers

...Concrete jungles where dreams are made of..." Feel free to sing along. Pretty sure when I am gone my girls are equal parts happy to see me return and sad that whom ever was taking care of them has to leave. We are blessed to have such great people in our lives to care for our girls. Thank you Rich and Crystal! If you hadn't put it together yet, I just got home from a couple of days in New York City. It was a blast, I'm pretty sure I didn't see the back of my eyelids for the night any time before midnight the entire trip. We went to underground clubs, karoking, shopping, out to yummy dinners, to a Broadway show and hung out with friends until all hours. Least you think all I did was play, I had a 12+ hour workday on Monday to earn my keep. Here are some things I learned on our trip: -In a city where you do mostly walking/cabs/subway winter SUCKS. Its cold. It is windy. You can either choose cute shoes or practical ones. I have a shortage of practical shoes. -When the...

-The black lab is walking around wearing bows and a blue necklace -You have to remove an entire herd of my little ponies from the tub before you can shower -Doing every ones hair before leaving the house takes at least 30 minutes and always ends with at least one of you in tears -You sort laundry into four piles: white, lights, darks and pink. You can do at least one entire pink load a week -Your children have more (and nicer!) clothes than you do - You get several comments on your outfit, from make-up to shoes, and they don't come from you husband -There are enough shoes in your house to outfit an entire day care...as long as the day care is all girls - You start to believe that "sparkly" and "beautiful" are synonymous - You are forced to play the prince and kiss all the princess so they can wake up and get married at least twice a day -Drama stops phasing you in any form -You over think the roll of Barbies, princess, and beauty in general -You have a list of p...

I believe God respects who He made us to be. God did not create us all the same, therefore, each of our relationships with Him is unique. God is big, and He can roll like that. This means that my time with God might not look like yours, my worship might not look like yours and my prayers are my own too. This also means God deals with me differently than he deals with you, just like I deal with all my children differently with respect towards who they are. God seems to teach me lessons one or two at a time. Maybe it because he understands that I can be pretty thick and pretty stubborn so He knows He has to make his point in several different ways. How great would it be to be they type of person God just had to whisper to and I could get the message, make the appropriate changes and live a better life because of it. Yeah, so not me. I am more the "keep poking until she pays attention" type of learner. Could be worse, I could be the "whap upside the head until they listen...

Some, who know me well, might say I have some...issues...with authority. Now I don't know about issues, I just don't like being told what to do. I don't like following someone else truth, be it a recipe or bible study worksheet, I don't like to live my life "fill in the blank" style. I pray my children are not like me. How great would it be to "go along to get along". It just isn't my style but it would be really nice if it was theirs. Since I am not a good rule follower, I have very few rules in our house. They pretty much look like this: -Respect yourself -Respect others -Respect your things The end. We take baths because we respect the body God gave us. We stop chasing our sister when she yells "no!" because we respect others. We put away our things because we respect the blessings God gave us. Most behavior fits into the above three rules. Our girls chat before bed time. Matt and I decide it isn't something we are going to fig...

And if you didn't finish this line from "Princess Bride" than you are no longer my friend. Love is a funny thing. I think our culture has sold us a bill of goods regarding relationship and love. Here is the thing, love isn't a feeling. It isn't amazing sex, the tingle you get in your stomach when you see someone, obsession, hours spent gazing into each others eyes, long walks with sweaty hands. Sure, love CAN be that, but if that is all it is, you have come up short. I am not sure what you would call the above, but it isn't the full capacity of love. Love is making sure your husband has clean underwear before a long trip, it is letting your spouse sleep in when you know they didn't sleep well the night before, it is being the first to say sorry when your pretty sure you were not wrong. It is picking the towel up off the bathroom floor for the 1,00oth time. Love is a choice. Love is a servants heart, and least you think I put the cause of feminism back 100 ...