Duck...Duck...GOOSE!

Okay, so I have to confess that it was sooo much fun playing Duck, Duck, Goose at church, with a bunch of grown ups, to kick off our Summer Small Group meeting. I have not played in years (by the way, I am apparently the only one who knows how to play school yard style--tagging without standing up would have totally qualified on the school yard), and it was just so fun! There were a few crashes, a few burns, almost some dropped pants-what better way is there to see 30 grown adults make fools of themselves? That was my Sunday night. Loved it.

So, Jeff came home from school really early tonight. Yeah! Extra daddy/hubby time! So we told the boys we would play a game with them. What do they pick? You guessed it: Duck, Duck, Goose (hey, you're really smart!). Jeff, Caleb and I sat in a circle (Evan was already in bed-he loves sleep) while Michael started off as the "ducker". Now, when you play DDG with Michael and Caleb, duck and goose are not necessarily the animal of choice. It could be crocodile. Or crocodile head. And you do not get "goosed" unless you are making sure to yell, "Pick me! Pick me!"

Two totally different nights of playing DDG, two totally different styles, and both of them were so much FUN!

The balancing act of time

I have found that time is a sensitive subject for me. Perhaps this is because so many people feel a need to tell me how to use my time. Maybe it is because I live in a country that runs by the clock and money. Either way time is beginning to drive me crazy! I have people deciding for me hat I am too busy to help with projects (by the way, how do you decide for a person that they are too busy? You don't know that they are too busy unless you ask them. If I am too busy to help, I will let you know), other people deciding that I don't spend enough time cleaning my house (probably true, but I'm busy making memories with my sons), and yet I have other people deciding I spend too much time trying to maintain my house (and I do have to admit that I am a little obsessed right now with getting organized).

I have found the hardest part of time is the balancing act. How do you decide how much time to put into work, play, cleaning house, the kids, your spouse, yourself...

I took time out the other day, and took Michael, Caleb and Evan to the park. I had packed us some pbj's, grapes, and juice and off we went. It was such a fun way to spend our time! We played, we ate, then we played some more! We left only when it got too windy for it to be fun anymore, and it was great! Okay, so I had a monstorous pile of laundry to do (which will not get any smaller anytime soon), a pile of dishes in the sink, not to mention all the weeds that have taken over my little garden. But oh, the precious time that was spent with my sons. There were other women at the park with their children, but they weren't really there for the children. They were busy working out. And their children played alone.