Friday, June 27, 2008

Rambunctious Boys...


Strawberry picking...Daddy did most of the work and they took all the credit!

DIY photo lessons...Mater poses for the shot...

Pirate's wink...Arrgg Matey...Shiver me timbers (What the heck does that mean anyway??)

Take a picture of me Mom!

Self Potrait by Mr. Dramatic...does he have a future as a photographer or what!

Smiling and soaking wet...Sprinkler fun!

Bathing Beauty...



Reaching...

Playing Footsie...



This is a photo of Miss Precious's foot being cradled by Mr. Independent's hand as Miss Precious grabs her toes...so cute!

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Straight From Heaven..



Eternity is held within your gaze
Bright eyes turned above
Heaven's wonder shown in many ways
My child. My gift. My love.


Copyright 2005 J.N. Gallegos

Pure Joy!

Dare You...

Can you look and not yawn? I dare you to try!

Brotherly Love...



PhoTOTgraphy

There is always a surprise at the end of a download...



Apparently, this is haute photography in my toddlers' eyes.




Don't you "feel" the contrast of colors and textures?




Art at its finest!



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The Writing is on the Dishwasher...

Discovered this the other morning...




Yes those are magnetic letters arranged by Mr. Independent, on the dishwasher, into art...




He did that without any coaching, suggestions or ANY HELP from me or Mr. Querido, or even his brother WHATSOEVER.

I'm a little scared I won't be able to keep up with my children...mentally.


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Almost Wordless Wednesday



Awwww....






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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

The Helper...

"The LORD will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O LORD, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands."
Psalm 138:8


He will perfect that which concerns me. Which means that I am not alone in my efforts to improve myself spiritually. He is the One Who strengthens. He is the One Who is working on me. It is not just me in my pitiful humanity trying to attain to the perfection of Christ. The Holy Spirit is the One Who shapes and molds me into the woman He wants me to be.

Prayer:
Thank You Lord, that it is You Who is working on me and in me! Mold me into a vessel to be used for Your glory. Give me opportunity today to share Your love with others. Let Christ be perfected in me!



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Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Figuring Out Faith

Secretly I was dreading posting the figures for May. I felt like my grocery shopping had gotten a little out of control last month. And I certainly didn't remember using coupons that frequently. I had actually gotten three weeks behind in my coupon cutting...lol! I did a major catch-up day on a Sunday and my hand was cramping from all the clipping, but I am back on track!

As for meeting my goal of $500, I missed it by $92.22. As I look back on the expenses, I can see where eating out tipped the budget. If we had not eaten out, our total would have been $466.49! Which is only $66.49 from what I am truly striving to reach for a grocery budget for a family of five (2 adults, 2 little boys and one baby girl who doesn't eat much yet..lol). I feel like the ultimate goal of $400 for one month is within grasp..FINALLY.

But as I look back over the past six months, I see improvement all along the way:
January: $494.13 (I'm still not completely convinced that I had all of the receipts to reach a correct tally)
February: $718.76
March: $610.41
April: $535.13

And I am grateful for the wisdom that God has given me for grocery shopping. I am truly grateful for finding this book...



The author, Ellie Kay, believes in saving so that you can bless others with the abundance you are given. I think I remember her writing that her family gives nine bags of groceries A MONTH to local food banks. Imagine being able to bless that many people! I'm still learning how couponing works, and for now I'm just in survival mode. But once I get really good at working within the system, I want to be able to give away that much food too! For now we are only able to give away a bag of groceries every three months or so.

Which brings me to the other point of this post. Giving. I won't post figures of our tithing, but let's just say I was pleasantly surprised how much we have been tithing and giving in offerings so far this year. It far exceeds our gross income. God is so good! He has never ceased to make provision for us. We always pay all of our bills on time, we always have food (even enough to share with others), we have clothing, and our vehicles run great. I am amazed by His miraculous provision.
When I quit working to stay at home with Mr. Dramatic, Mr. Independent and Miss Precious, we had decided that Mr. Querdio would get a part-time job to make ends meet. He applied at so many different places, but no one would hire him! Even pizza delivery places didn't call back. It was very frustrating for both of us. But as the first month without additional income, came and went, we realized that we weren't in the red! How could that be? I had meticulously gone over the figures myself...twice! I still can't make the numbers work right in the natural, but in the supernatural, which is the realm that my Master reigns, it all adds up! Praise the Lord!


"Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.���
Luke 6:38

"Bring all the tithes into the storehouse,
That there may be food in My house,
And try Me now in this,���
Says the LORD of hosts,

'If I will not open for you the windows of heaven
And pour out for you such blessing
That there will not be room enough to receive it.'
Malachi 3:10


"And my God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus."
Philippians 4:19




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Sunburns and Strawberries...

What is the common theme between the two? They are both RED!



Who forgot to put on sunscreen before she went to pick strawberries for half the day? Yeah, me. Boy I am feeling it today! I am feeling the self-neglect..lol! Oh sure, I remembered to remind Mr. Querido to put sunscreen on, then he slathered up the kids, Miss Precious as well. By then I had completely forgotten about myself. You can be sure I will remember next time! My only consolation is that I will have one awesome tan in a couple of days..lol!

More photos of our strawberry fields adventures to come...

By the way, can you tell I was wearing a necklace?





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Saturday, June 14, 2008

More Honors...



This Father's Day, I also honor a man who just recently came into our life. He is my stepdad, Mr. Sparks. A little over a year ago he married my mother. They are blissfully happy and we are so happy to have him as a part of our family...

Dearest Stepdad,

You will never know how much you have impacted my life. Because you touched the heart of my mom, you have touched me. They say that the best way to be a good father is to be a good husband. You fulfill that on both accounts. Even though you are not my biological dad, you have been more of a father to me. I appreciate all the sacrifices you have made on our behalf, just because "that's what family does." I truly am grateful for the way you love my babies. You are the Grandpa that I always wanted for them. Thank you for the godly, wise counsel you have given us on more than one occasion. And especially, thank you for your powerful prayers. Thank you for becoming a part of our life; thank you for including us in your's. You have been such a blessing, not only to my mom, but also to me. I am so grateful that God brought you to us.
So with a thankful, grateful and appreciative heart I say:

"Happy Father's Day!"

I love you!

From the depths of my soul,
Your Stepdaughter


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Father's Day Honors..



THE BEST DADDY EVER!

He is everything I never knew I wanted, or needed, in a father for my children. And the little misters and little miss adore him!

I love you Querido...thank you for everything you do as a Dad. You are so important in the lives of our children. And you do such an awesome job of portraying the character of God to them. Thank you for being there through everything. Thank you for loving my dearest, most precious blessings. Happy Father's Day!





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Friday, June 13, 2008

Colorful Minds

Last night as we were saying our bedtime prayers with the boys, Mr. Querido asked them to pray in Spanish with him. We gently encouraged them to follow along after us.

"Gracias a Dios" *a pause as we wait for them to join in*
Silence.
"Don't you want to pray in Spanish?" Mr Querido asks.
"But I'm not brown like you yet, Daddy!" was the reply from Mr. Independent.

So there you have it. My inability to speak fluent Spanish is in direct correlation to my skin color!

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Staged

And still the illusion continues
The strangling silence goes unbroken
My helpless cry is locked inside
Behind my constant smile.
How long have I been on this stage
Scripts memorized so long ago
This role of mine is cast in stone
Curtains up, the show goes on.
How well I have performed
For no one knows who am I
Long forgotten is my self.
Behind the curtain I watch anxiously
I must portray what is desired
True self denied, to be the star
The best of all with nothing lacking
But something is left behind
Out in the open for all to see
Oh no! A piece of me stands awkwardly.
He sits in the front row silently observing
Wait! He slowly stands to his feet
My heart clutches at my breath
And as he turns and walks away
The real me mistakenly left behind
Crumbles to the floor, rejected fully.
Crushed I quickly don my mask
Smilng I sweep up the errant pieces
The show must continue on
Pleasing to all is my starring role
My performance is acted out perfectly
The illusion, colored brightly, deceives all.
Today as the play draws to a close
Behind me the thick curtain softly falls
A stubborn tear meanders down my cheek
But my audience only sees my smile. fixed in place
And standing to their feet they applaud.

Copyright 2005 J.N.Gallegos

Author's Note:
This poem was written about my father. Unfortunately he grew up in a household where performance and perfection were the only things that mattered. He brought that to my home as well. I hope that some day he realizes that people and relationships are what truly matter---not how good you are at something. It took me quite a few years of marriage to Mr. Querido to learn that I was okay just as I was. And that I didn't have to make everyone happy. In fact, it was IMPOSSIBLE to make everyone happy. Mr. Querido taught me that I just needed to try my best and that effort was good enough. I am so thankful that I finally learned acceptance is based on who you are not what you are capable of.

Isn't that why God accepts and loves us? He loves us because we are His creation, His beloved children...


"We love Him because He first loved us."
1 John 4:19


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Perfection

While reading I Chronicles 26-27, I was struck by how organized EVERYTHING was. There was a place and a function for every person. Not just one person was doing everything.

I began to think about my job, which, for right now, is to run my household and raise my children. I am a bit of a control freak (actually I think it is more tied into the perfectionism!) so I tend to want to do everything myself. If I do it, then it gets done correctly, right? Well, that is what one would like to think! But by doing everything, and not delegating the lesser chores to my children, am I helping them prepare for real life? By refolding the clothes Mr. Dramatic folded, just because they aren't perfectly folded, what am I teaching him? That if it isn't done perfect, it isn't good enough? What if God waited until we did everything perfectly to accept us and our humble offerings? No, instead He patiently waits and teaches us to work with skill. Developing our character so that we are more effective for him.

My challenge to myself (and anyone who cares to join me..lol) is to let go of the reigns. Allow my children to make mistakes. Allow them to mature. Maturity is learning from your mistakes.

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Thursday, June 12, 2008

Anointed!

"But you have an anointing from the Holy One, and you know all things." I John 2:20

Anointing: To choose by or as if by divine intervention.

I ran across this verse in my daily Bible reading (our church has a read-through-the-Bible-in-a-year calendar that I have been using). It just struck a chord within. Do you ever just have a Scripture jump off of the page when you read it? Well, that's what happened with this verse. And then I started to think about what it really means..

It means that I have been anointed (chosen by God) to be a mom. I know all things that pertain to motherhood and raising children. I know how to encourage my children to love the Lord. I know how to cultivate their God-given gifts. I know how to harness Mr. Independent's stubborn nature into a positive attribute rather than a negative. I know how to draw out the boldness from within Mr. Dramatic. I know how to teach my children obedience as they see me obeying the Lord. I know how to manage my time well so that not a minute of the day is wasted. I know how to impart spiritual insight to my children.

It means that I have been anointed (chosen by God) to be a wife. I know how to honor my husband and show him respect. I know how to show him (in his love language) that I love him. I know how to be an emotional sanctuary for him to retreat to. I know how support him in prayer, in love and in deed. I know how to uplift him with my words rather than tear him down. I know how to make our home a place of refuge for him. I know how to create an atmosphere of peace. I know how to keep the household chores from piling up (and that includes laundry!). I know how to manage our finances well and not spend needlessly. I know how to run my household well and with kindness.

It means I have been anointed (chosen by God) to be a Christian. I know how to share God's love with others. I know how to pray effectively. I know how to witness with my life and my words. I know how to reach others where they hurt the most. I know how to be generous with myself, my time and my money. I know how to serve the Lord to the best of my ability. I know how to honor Him in all that I do, bringing glory to His Name. I know how to support my fellow Christian friends in prayer. I know how to be a blessing to others.

And how do I know all of these things? Because He says I do! And that is good enough for me! :)

What are you anointed for today?

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Roses

Lover's lips
scented honey
scarlet tips
floral symphony.

Copyright 1998 J.N. Gallegos

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Birdwatching..

Society hurries by
as fast as a bird's startle,
Chattering never ceases
like a parrot's mimic, incessant
I sit a moment and slow my pace...
Watching the birds.

Copyright 1998 J.N. Gallegos

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Night

Night falls into an ebony void
All is black; everything silent.
Not a sound issues from the earth
Nor from the sky above.
Just the silence of the stars
And their celestial companion, Luna.
Her dullish gleam adds light to the inky quiet
And her round face adds words to the silence:
"Play little stars
Sparkle here and there
Frolic in the heavens
Until it comes time for you to disappear."
The young stars delight in their play
Their heavenly thoughts of causing bright
To appear to the silent earth beneath.
They twirl round and round
Watching their illuminated gowns swirl
In beams of laughterish light.

Copyright 1997 J.N. Gallegos

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Faith

"Now faith is the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen."
Hebrews 11:1

Contract from God
giving me hope
Substance of that hope
And proof of the unseen.
Holds me in trust
and anchors me still.
When all hope is gone
faith remains.

Copyright 1997 J.N. Gallegos

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He Thought of You..

While His body was wracked with pain,
With blood pouring from His side,
When God looked away from Him
Because He was so full of sin,
He thought of you.

Upon that cross He stayed,
Splinters digging into His raw flesh,
Blood running down His face,
Hand that healed, now wounded,
All because He thought of you.

He endured the pain,
He became the Sacrifice,
Jesus willingly died on a cross,
Because you were on His mind.

Copyright 1997 J.N. Gallegos


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More Poetry Continued...

On sandy beaches where people lay,
Along the shores where they would play,
I have come.

Amidst towering clouds of gloom,
Behind the forked streaks of doom,
I will come.

When the angry clouds buffet the sea,
While the ships lean toward the lee,
I am there.

My power is the force that tickles the waves,
As people enjoy long summer days,
I will be there.

The ocean broils under my playful hand,
As anxious people quietly stand,
I am present.

Now I have churned up the water, causing it to foam,
But soon I am bored, so now I go home,
I have left.

Once again on a summer storm,
The air will tingle with the warm,
Wind.

Copyright 1996 J. N. Gallegos


The Forgetful and Exaggerative Survivor

Once I saw a Tigertailed Fly,
Or was that a Dragonbutterswallow?
At any rate it swooped down low to the pond
And upon catching its meal, soared to the sky.
That Swallowtigered Dragon flew quite fast!
Its green body contrasted nicely against the azure sky.
The Tigerbutterfly finished eating its catch and then looked around.
Soon its eyes rested on me, in them I saw a devilish gleam
That fierce Flytailed Swallow attacked me from above.
With its sharp talons it scooped me up from the ground!
That fearsome creature carried me to its nest high in the trees,
And then left me for a midnight snack!
Well that nest was twelve feet tall with thorns on the top,
If you did happen to get out it was at least a thirty foot drop!
They say no one ever escapes the Dragontailedswallow Fly,
But that did not cause me to lose heart, so I got to work.
I was not about to become someone's breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Cautiously I stood up as high as I could get in that wobbly nest,
That Buttertailed Dragon was taking a noonish nap.
Quietly but quickly I started to climb that prickly nest
How that creature could sleep in it I could only guess.
Ocasionally the Swallowtiger Fly would twitch and wiggle
Probably doing some terrible thing to someone else in its dreams!
When it was going to wake up, I had no idea, so I climbed more rapidly.
Finally I reached the thorny edge of that enormous nest,
And what I saw was not a pretty sight.
That Flybuttered Beast was fifty feet long with seventy foot wings!
It had greenish gold eyes that seemed to watch your every movement.
Long gruesome daggers protruded from its feet,
And from its hideous mouth six foot long, razor sharp teeth!
Blue and red scales covered that entire beast, and they glimmered in the sun.
Carefully I pulled myself over those sword-like thorns on the top,
And then I had to cling to the side of the nest to avoid that thirty foot drop!
Just at that moment that Swallowtailed Dragon decided to wake up,
Hungrily it peered into its nest.
When it saw that I was not there it screamed the most horrible, blood curdling scream I have ever heard!
Then its eyes searched the ground.
But I was using my brains, and as it was busy looking on the ground I was climbing that tree.
Out of pure luck I found a branch that connected the two trees together.
Now I could get away from that hideous creature!
All of a sudden that branch snapped and I plummeted to the ground.
On my way down a strong wind blew me back to that pond!
Warily I sneaked through the bushes until I reached my house,
Once inside I locked the door and watched out the window.
Well, I sat there for hours expecting that Buttertaileddragonswallow to come knockin' on my door
You see they tell me those creatures have excellent noses.
But it never came; perhaps it had a cold that day.
So I am the ony survivor of a Swallowdragonbuttertailed Fly attack.
And that is no lie.

Copyright 1996 J.N. Gallegos

Author's note: The Forgetful and Exaggerative Survivor was one of my favorites! It was a lot of fun to try to think up different names for the beast that contained the same words, just mixed around.





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Gone

This was a poem that I wrote in August of 2006...
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GONE

Hollow, my cry echoes within
Where has the real me gone?
So many years shut in
Voiceless, motionless sat the she of me
Once or twice she would appear
Only to be cast aside
Tired of drowning in her tears,
Her person she vowed to hide.
Never good enough on her own
Miss Congeniality was soon added.
Friendly even to her own detriment
Her pain accepted as long as others were okay.
Always placing herself last, behind the scenes, beneath all others
For fear of becoming like her father,
The star of the show--trodding on everyone.

And so now I look inside
Desperately searching for the me I hid.
However she I cannot find
And I wonder how long ago she disappeared.
Their disapproval drove her deeper
In to the black hole of ostracicity.
Until so far sucked in, she forgot that I was me.

Where is that little girl so tender? I ask myself.
And the only answer I receive
Is the hollow echo reverberating all around.

As I sit here, I ponder
If I have lost the me within
How is it possible I exist?
Has the facade so overtaken
Now running on autopilot?
Except that I am not the one driving!
Out of control is how I feel
Or maybe there isn't any left of me to weep.
No one of me to mourn my passing
No her to scream as we plummet.
Deeper and deeper into the abyss of nothingness, no identity.
In this place, there is no me!
How do I regain myself? I cry as we fall.
Can I even remember me?
Does anyone know my true identity?
The crisis of self grips my soul.
I feel empty inside
As if there used to be someone
But that me long ago died.
Shut away from reality the she that was me wasted away.
Can the dead myself be resurrected?
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Okay, that was a little bit darker than the poetry that I have shared before. But all of my writing is not necessarily so uplifting. There are times when the inner tears turn into words on paper. Or the fire of anger burns on the tip of my pen. I use my poetry to express my feelings in the truest most honest way I know. I can be brutally honest with myself when I write. And there is no one to judge how I wrote it, or what tone it took. It is simply for me. So I risk putting it out here. This is down to the nitty gritty of my soul. But I felt that you should know me as a whole rather than just a part.




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Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Melts in Your Mouth, Not in Your...Toilet???

As I got up this morning, and I went to the bathroom, I discovered that someone had been there before me. We usually have the rule "if it's yellow let it mellow, if it's brown flush it down."; but some of the younger members of our family don't quite get that yet. So needless to say I discovered Number Two fermenting in the bowl. But this particular specimen had tinted the water BLUE! What?!?!?!?!?! I thought back to the boys' meals yesterday and I could not find anything that would cause the poo to be blue. Then I remembered the M&M's bag I had found in the pantry, half-consumed... enough said.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Coalmine

Currently,I am reading "The Freelance Writer's Bible" by David Trottier. So far it has been very helpful. There are some slightly off mind-games that the author recommends for creative writing. But as a whole, he really knows his stuff and I just ignore the weird parts.

As you may have guessed, by the above-mentioned book title, I am considering (prayerfully) writing as a career not just a cathartic daily activity. I was in seventh grade when my teacher Mrs. Olfert discovered my untapped talent as a writer. I think that our first writing assignment was a poem. Oh how I remember the despair I felt-- "How can I write a poem? I'm not a poet!" But it was mandatory, and I was an 'A' student, so not wanting to fail, I completed the assignment. Most students wrote about deeply inspirational things, or beautiful events and places. What did I write about? A desk. I wish that I had kept a copy of that first poem....sigh. Needless to say, Mrs. Olfert saw the diamond potential in that coalmine of words. She proceeded to cultivate the writer within me. I am forever grateful to her. After that, I couldn't stop writing. I had found a way to express myself! I kept pages of journals, chronicling my journey to adulthood. Sadly, those too have disappeared throughout the years. Writing was my faithful friend throughout many painful life lessons. I don't have to try to write, I just do. I also recall that in preparation for eighth grade graduation, Mrs. Olfert had us write out a speech of what we had gleaned from our junior years at school. I hated speaking in front of people so I tried my hardest to write a TERRIBLE speech, because she told us that the best ones would get read in front of the auditorium audience by the AUTHOR. I revisioned and rewrote it a bunch of times, finally confident that I had done poorly. Well, I ended up having to memorize it and say it in front of the audience. I touched Mrs. Olfert so deeply that she cried. I guess it wasn't that poor of a speech after all...lol!

Mrs. Olfert greatly influenced me. She always told me that I should write a book someday. Perhaps I shall, but it won't be today! However, I am seriously pondering writing for money. It would be nice to have a supplemental income that required no start-up capital, no college degrees, and no commuting! So I am researching how to get into the writing business. If anyone is reading my blog and you have experience in this area, please feel free to comment :)

So that is all that is on my heart and in my thoughts right now. Maybe I'll see one of my creations in print some day. For now, I just write for me!


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Sunday, June 8, 2008

Smash Hit!



Yesterday, I threw my very first ever little kid's party! For those of you who know me in real life, I am not much of a party person...more of a party pooper...lol! So I took a deep breath when I realized my youngest son was turning four. Four is a momentous age, it is the year in which my little toddler becomes a little boy...sigh. So we had to commemorate it with a party! This whole past week I stressed over every detail, wanting it to be perfect. (I am a recovering perfectionist!) God gave me an awesome theme...garden and bugs...and with a lot of His creativity mixed in, I ran with it!

The decorations were just balloons I dressed up...

A friendly spider (is that an oxymoron?):


A hungry caterpillar:


A ravenous frog:


The hungry frog's lunch..a nervous blue fly:


Also seen flitting about were a ladybug and a dragonfly. The party was invaded midway by a colony of ants..sorry, no photos, they were a little camera shy! That was actually one of the crafts we did, we made ants out of balloons. The kids (and some of the adults too) loved it! I had an assembly line for body parts. One friend was cutting out eyes and the other one was cutting out the legs (from construction paper). We had a minor emergency when one ant had a foot severed, but the surgeon was able to re-attach (with scotch tape). The ant was reported to be in stable condition.

Our main feature fun thing was to make planters to take home (party favor and craft activity bonus!). I had prepainted some tiny terracotta pots with silver acrylic paint. Then we purchased some lobelia from the garden center. We had the kids stuff the pots (gently) and then they got to take them home. The kids loved it! Eight little pairs of eyes watched with rapt attention. One little boy told me "I have never planted anything at a birthday party before...this is the coolest party I have ever been too!" (There is no higher party praise than that of an actual attendee...lol!)
Here you can see the table "decorations", which did double duty as the favor and craft later on:


A bit messy, but a lot of fun!


The finished product:


We munched on some dirt and worms for a snack...

Surprisingly enough, everyone really liked the green worms!

And every kid seemed to have a lot of fun...especially sharing the toys!




Overall, I think it was a very successful birthday...I give myself a thumbs up! :)



And did I also mention that I had fun too? Who knew a party-impaired gal could throw a little boy's birthday that she would have fun with! God is so good!

And I am THE cool mom now :)

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