A funny memory!

Tonight was our first night of small group, so today I was preparing the house for the babysitter(see previous post about cleaning out the junk drawer). While I was doing so, I was thinking of all the babysitting I used to do, how much I got paid, (1.50/hour, a good family paid 2.00/hour), and some of the terrible kids I got stuck with. This one memory came to mind and I've been laughing about it all day.
In high school I worked at a day care, and would often make babysitting jobs from day care clients. This very eccentric family had moved from England to the US for job reasons, they lived near my family, and their kids went to the day care I was working at. One Friday night, my friend Jill came along with me to babysit at this families house. We were hanging out while the kids were sleeping and looking for some movies to watch...you can see where this is going, right? They had this big grandfather clock in the living room that had a drawer in the bottom, Jill pulled it out to see if there were movies in there...oh yeah, there were movies...porn! a drawer full of porn! We were probably 16 or 17 and Jill and I were the funniest 2 girls to find porn, because we were so clueless. For the rest of the evening we would peek in the drawer and make fun of the covers...I mean, neither of us had seen a naked man before, so to us this was HILARIOUS!!!
We didn't watch or even want to watch any of the videos, but can you imagine what it was like for us to have to face this couple when they came home. We were so immature and clueless, we could hardly keep straight faces while talking to them.
That memory has been buried for about 12 years, and today it came up and I've been laughing about it ever since...
In case you're wondering, my biggest fear was having the sitter find my good chocolate...

Feeling like a "real" grown-up

Levi will be turning 3 on November 3oth, and for the most part anytime we've needed babysitters it's been one of our parents, or a few times some church girls have come to watch him for an hour or two. I've never had to "hire" a babysitter that I didn't personally know, and have that first call talking about the boys, their schedule, etc...until tonight.
Our small group is going to be meeting on a night that my mother in law can't watch the boys (as she has in the past) so we decided to look for someone who could drive to our house on Thursdays to babysit. We didn't have to look too far, our small group leaders' daughter is available and going to do it for us. I've never met her before, so tonight I called her to give her the scoop on the boys. (Group starts next week).
Maybe this all seems weird to me because I was a babysitter all through high school and college, and it just feels so backwards to be the one saying, "Well, we have 2 boys, Levi and Mason, they go to bed at this time and do this, this and this...we'll be paying you this much..."
Hmm...as I type this, it sounds funny, but I really felt like a "MOM". You know? Maybe you don't, maybe I'm just being weird about it. But in my mind it feels like a year ago that I was the one listening to the mother drag on and on about bed times, snack times, diapers, and MOST IMPORTANTLY...how to work the remote control! And now I'm her...
Man...I was a really snoopy babysitter, too...I'd better go clean out the mail drawer...!!

Here are some pictures! I have totally slacked and have so many on the camera that I need to upload and print. We are still completely lacking on pictures of Mason up and around the house!!

GRRRRRRRrrrrrr

Nothing can ruin a day faster than...
a) Your 2 year old throwing a tantrum right after breakfast that lasts long enough for
b) Loosing your temper with your husband, who is just trying to get off to work so that he can provide for your family...which all leads to
c) a gigantic headache

Here's hoping your day is better than mine...and mine gets better after 9am

PS...Chris I'm sorry!!
PSS...Just as I was going to publish this, Levi came over, on his own, and said, "I'm sorry, Mommy. Sorry for crying"...there's hope after all!

Catching Up!

It's been a while since I've posted, but things have been quiet around here, so there's not much to blog about.
I've been engrossed in the series Gilmore Girls, on DVD. I have gotten the entire series and have been plowing through them season by season. I love the show! I saw glimpses of it when it was on TV, but found it annoying. A few of my friends have been trying to get me into it, so I figured the summer tv season was terrible anyway, and got started. It reminds me much of The Office (Coming back next week!) where you have to get involved in the characters and their quirks to catch all the humor. Anyway, so I've been watching that every chance I get.
I'm loving this fall weather. I went outside with Chris and the boys last night, and it even SMELLS good outside. I even really enjoyed the rainy weekend. I felt so cozy inside watching the rain fall. We had some friends over on Saturday night and had fun talking, eating, and drinking late night coffee.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes are back at Starbucks...mmmm...The Biggest Looser starts back up tonight, I'm going to watch it at a friends house tonight (probably makes me a big looser) with her...Grace Commerce(our Church) is finally in our new building and it looks awesome! I could (bur really already have) write an entire post about how much I love our church and it's people! ...Sonic, the best fast food on the planet, with the best drinks ever (vanilla dr. pepper!!) is moving in next to us, I"m so excited about that!
The kids are napping now, laundry is going, I've already worked out today, so I'm feeling strangely free right now! My next post is going to be a bunch of pictures that I've been meaning to post, all of the kids, of course!
Hope all is well with you, and your feeling the same contentedness that I'm enjoying in this season.

The 6th Love Language

There is a pretty popular book called, "The Five Love Languages" written by Gary Chapman. I've read the book a few times, and the premise is that each person has a dominant "love language" that they use to express their love to others and that is the best way to express your love to that person, the way that lets them know you love them. The "languages" are Physical Touch, Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Acts of Service.
A friend and I were talking about the book the other day and she asked me what my love language was. I said, "I don't know, it seems to change every time I read the book." I've been thinking about my love language since that conversation...and I think I've had a major revelation!
I'm pretty sure there is a 6th love language and it's....FOOD! And undoubtedly it's my Love Language. The following is a list of examples to support my theory, I'm considering e-mailing Mr. Chapman to tell him he needs to update his book...forward dedicated to MOI of course (or he could just send me some chocolate:D)
Examples: 1. My best friend Lindsay likes to drink the occasional Coke. They don't buy it because they don't drink it enough, so they don't usually have Coke in their house. Any time Lindsay and I meet at the park with our kids, or I go to her house, I bring her a Coke. It's my way of showing her that I care enough about her to bring her a "treat" that she doesn't usually have.
2. I LOVE it when Chris surprises me with going out to dinner or ordering in. Us going to dinner, or ordering in makes me feel special and loved.
3. Some of our friends from church were having their daughters wedding this past weekend. I had this plan to bring them some Bagels, a carton or two of soup and some pastries from Panera bread to their house so they would have some quick and easy food at their fingertips in the midst of all the chaos. It was my way of showing them that I was thinking of them and caring for them. (It didn't happen, but that's another post all together)
I have many more examples of times when either I have used food to cheer someone up, help them when they were sick, or just let them know that I care about them. On the same token, I have many examples of times when someone has brought me a meal and I have received their love in great ways.
What do you think? Is it possible that food is the undiscovered 6th language of love? What is your love language? Your spouses? How do you meet each others language?