Sunday, August 29, 2010
Are you nervous? Don't worry, I know you check my blog everyday to see when and if I posted! However, this will be my last ever post! I SAID, don't worry... its just the last one on THIS blog! I just can't do it anymore... the webaddress for this one is zech-n-lily-r-blessings... well, that is true, but I have a new blessing, and she HAS to have equal rights on my blog. I just can't handle her name not being there. I tried to change it to theciskekids... but it still haunts me that it comes up with only two of my three blessings' names! So I am starting over. I will be posting on my NEW blog... same me, just new site. So since I KNOW you have me bookmarked, or you follow me... you will have to start following the NEW me!
lovetheciskekids.blogspot.com. I hope you still like it (it looks just like this one! hehe)
So come on over and I'll see ya there, where ALL my kiddos are present! :)
Friday, August 06, 2010
This may not be the Ciske family you've seen in portraits, this is the everyday Ciske family. And in response to a creative project prompt "A mother's work is never done" I'd like to give you a few (just a few) snapshots into our day. Keep in mind that a momma's day is VERY busy and its just way too hard to stop and take a photo of EVERYTHING we do. This is just a glimpse.
First of all, the youngest of the Ciske clan has decided its tremendously fun to wake at 5am. So before I hit the day, I hit my knees, however quick it may be, I make sure I ask God to get me through... even at 5am!
So for the next two hours I try to get Ruby BACK to sleep, or at least to lay still so I can go back to sleep. It rarely works. So I begin my daily routine. Sometimes I clean while everyone sleeps.
When I don't clean, I lay around... ya know, doing nothing. And that's okay, I mean, its only 5am. But then all of a sudden its 7 and I realize I have a very limited time to shower, brush my teeth, get some clothes on, and dress my three beauties. Today is grocery day, and I've seen a sale on crayola crayons at K-mart (25cents!) so I MUST make a stop there, and I've promised we'd go bowling. So I hazily grab clothes for the kids to wear (remember how I got up at 5am?)
Sometimes Zech dresses himself, and even if he looks like Diego, I'm okay with that just so its one less thing for me to do.
of course, she really, in real life, wore a denim skirt that she LOVES but that is 2 sizes too big for her, but for the picture purposes, I had to stay real to the character!
By the time I get the first two dressed, the third fed (bottle and bananas & Strawberry cereal that I pureed myself) I have barely anytime to get myself ready for the day. So I ask Dave, the superdaddy to please dress Ruby.
I really try not to micromanage my husband, so I swallow the words I have to say to him, and allow him to dress my daughter as a ninja! (And really, in the real world, he would never do this... he'd ask "What is she wearing today" knowing I'd never let my kids go out looking like Diego, strawberry shortcake, and a ninja!)
So, I have decided that my body may need a shower, but my hair does not have time for a thorough cleaning and style. I take my extra short 2 min shower, throw on some clothes and we are off to drop Superdaddy off at work.
even if she is dressed like a ninja... and kicks like one too!
I decide that I will attempt the grocery shopping before I pick up Superdaddy from work, if they aren't going to nap anyway, might as well. I give the older two notebooks with the 4 food groups written inside. I tell them they will need to keep track of what I buy in their nutrition journals and make sure we are being healthy. They LOVE the idea, and I love the idea that maybe they will be focusing on this instead of focusing on driving me nutso in the store. (It worked for about 2 isles and then the notebooks became swords! But hey, it was better than nothing!)
I go get Superdaddy from work (you'd think he could just FLY home, but hey, his royal carriage trekked on to pick him up.
We get home, I want to crash, but want Superman to unwind as well. So I fix dinner
Superman loves couple time, he is praising the Lord for it even as the picture is taken! And I get to sit! The day is finally coming to an end.
Keep in mind that even writing this I am still a momma! So I can't give full accounts of all that went on that day, I mean, I still have kids to feed, play with, be a trampoline for, love on, and encourage. So for times sake, i will leave you with the way I end my day, the same as I begin...
And there you have it!
Thursday, August 05, 2010
I have one month left before kindergarten starts. I'm nervous when I think that his education is in my hands. Everything he has to learn he needs to learn from the experiences I can give him. However, I'm excited that his education is in my hands. I'm excited that everything he has to learn he gets to learn from the experiences I can give him. And I am taking my anxieties to God. I've been reading an old textbook about the kindergarten experience, and although I may not have the same techniques, or teaching styles as some of the other homeschooling moms out there, I am picturing a great learning experience for the kids. I love how I can take my worries to God and I can see Him working in me to calm my nerves. As I read the book I have my highlighter and postits marking things I want to implement in the "learning experience"... but as I read, I am also getting tons of ideas and envisioning all kids of ways to teach this or that. So I jot them down inside the book. I never studied like this in school! I am enjoying it, looking forward to it, and praying over it! I've got a big job ahead of me, and although I see so many doing this homeschool journey, its new to me. I'm learning as well! I can't wait!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
We had an incident in our home recently that God really used to speak to me. My 3 year old LOVES beads. She loves to organize things, and make patterns, so to give her a bag of tiny beads and a leather strap is like candy; A HUGE TREAT! So, I had been watching her for awhile and saw how she was very responsible with her beads, how she placed them in the perfect spot, kept them clean and orderly, and how she truly enjoyed the experience. So I went ahead and let her take the beads to nap time with her. Surely she would daintily make gorgeous necklaces, bracelets, and doze happily off to sleep. Instead at the end of nap time I enter her room where there is not one crevasse untouched by beads. She had scattered beads ALL OVER her room. Under her bed, in the corners, on toys, in her bed, in her pillow case... the beads were everywhere... NO jewelry in sight! I was SO disappointed! I trusted her! And deep down I went against my first feeling of not letting her in her room with the potential mess makers. I told her to begin cleaning up. To put the beads in a cup and bring them to me to dump into the bags. I left the room. Came back 10 minutes later and saw a crying crumbled mess... of a three year old. No beads picked up. I gave her another 10 minutes with a punishment looming over her if beads were not picked up. 10 minutes later it became very clear that the mess was too big for a 3 year old to clean up. I sat down with her, showed her where to begin and guided her in cleaning the big mess she had gotten herself into. Then it dawned on me. This is the way God deals with us many times in our lives. He gives us something, entrusts something that we think we love and adore only for us to mess it up, leaving ourselves in a crumbling mess wondering how we will ever get it cleaned up.
I did not clean up Lily's mess while she sat and watched. I showed her how to clean, I guided her in getting it done. I got to the pieces she couldn't reach alone. God won't come in and miraculously clean everything up. God is our biggest supporter when it comes to cleaning up our lives. He equips us, guides us, teaches us, and stays with us until the mess is cleaned up (and lingers even when its done!) He works deep within us to clean the mess that we can't get to. And reminds us when there is more to clean up.
There are many times in life that we get ourselves in a mess that we ourselves can not get out of. And what is our response? Do we crumble in a heaping sobbing pile and stare at the mess? Frown faced, broken spirit, helpless? Or do we cry out to God for help. Do we let our pride get in the way of receiving the help we need. Just as I sat beside Lily until every bead was picked up, God will do the same for you. He will be there, he will see it through the end. There are no beads left in her room. I do not have a looming punishment over her anymore. (God probably never had one!). But I guarantee she learned her lesson. She won't be scattering beads all over her room, the mess taught her it isn't a place she wants to be.
If we let God get us through, and let him teach us for the future we just may realize that it was no fun to be in the mess to begin with!