Sometimes I wonder if Providence has any concept of what treats are. The other night after dinner she wanted dessert, guess what she chose
and then she wanted cookies for breakfast...
We made pancakes instead.
Which, let's be honest, are kind of like dessert, especially topped with mango and whipped cream. 
Last night I am on the phone catching up catching up with a friend, when suddenly I realize it's probably been a good half hour with no screaming, laughing, crying or even questions, you know the kind that wait til you're on the phone and then follow you around. I felt like Miss Clavel from Madeline, "Something is not right." And sure enough as I round the corner to my bathroom Providence emerges.
At least it's a washable surface.
On another note, yesterday for school we made snowmen out of play dough; which are so much easier then the real thing.
However I have learned how to make a real snowman, (apparently there's some technique involved, and fresh snow works best) so you needn't feel bad for Providence and the snowblobs any longer.
After some tiding up yesterday, Providence and I began work on a puzzle. A few minutes into it Providence decided that the one I picked was too hard. As a puzzle lover I was extremely disappointed (yes extremely) to not even get into putting it together, as we were still organizing when Providence made her declaration. I suppose a 750 piece puzzle may be a bit much for a three year old, but in my defense it was a Snow White one.
On the fifth or sixth remark made about how hard it was, and since she wasn't helping anymore anyhow I said we could put it away...I had gotten it out for her in the first place (I really had). Providence made the next puzzle choice; I did the outside so she could put together the center. It didn't quite satisfy my puzzle itching but Providence was very proud.
Also, I finally took a picture of the very first room finished in the house, done ages before Providence's room, just hasn't been debuted. The guest room. So anyone coming out this way, there's a bed waiting.
Mondays I have been hostessing a play group at my house with my sister-in-law Kelsey. It's been three weeks now and so far, only the friends she's invited have come. Granted she has been here alot longer then I, so I should think will know more people. I have invited a couple other mothers from my church to come, the problem is, most everybody has children being schooled in the mornings and need to focus on that. Nevertheless we have enjoyed our little play days so far and I
look forward to continuing them. Anyhow less may be not so bad, when you get 7 kids under 4 years old (the most we've had so far) it can get pretty crazy, in a good way though, so more would not be bad either. This time we only had four. My brother Aaron came over after his dentist appointment and made a sled for the girls, he tried to buy one first but the stores have sold out for the SEASON! And the cardboard and dog leash seem to work just fine.
Every night for the past week Providence has been praying for a little sister; two nights ago she prayed "God...well...I really want a little sister...so please give me a little sister, and a grateful heart. Amen." When my turn for prayer came I prayed that the Lord will continue to direct my steps and I will joyfully follow where He leads, that I would reflect Christ to my daughter that she may learn of Him through me, and oh yeah, please give me a grateful heart. After dinner last night, Providence thanked me for the yummy dinner, for working to make it and that she loved it so much. Her praise warmed my heart so. I told her "You're welcome Providence; I am so pleased to hear your grateful heart." And she responded with "Yeah, God gave it to me because I prayed for it." No wonder we are supposed to become like a child.
In the Marine Corps there's a saying-something like "If you get there 5 minutes early you're still 10 minutes late." It's something I have always striven to adopt, well not always, but I really do like being on time for things, who doesn't (and maybe there are some out there, but do not reveal yourselves for you may be shunned). Before having a child I did pretty good, at least I think I did, but those pre-child days seem like another lifetime ago. Since having a baby I have gone through gradual declines, sometimes I am great, everything goes on schedule, then other times, and now days it's been the worst ever, I am never on top of things, and rarely on time for anything, my mind is in a constant state of chaos. I know alot of you mothers out there may say that's how motherhood is, but it is not how I am, and I think motherhood is an extension of our person. Of course mothers need to be more flexible, of course running a household will mean more demands, which will mean less time to oneself, of course motherhood changes you, but we are still a being and structured more or less the same as before motherhood. I know I am not able to give mothering my best like this, nor am I able to give friendships my best like this; in fact all my relationships suffer. I feel like I have to have it all done before my mind rests, and the problem is it's never done, well that and poor time management, that's my main problem right now (along with losing my mind to an unorganized house), I try to fit too much in too little. Like when you have to be somewhere, the library let's say, in 20 minutes and it only takes 10 minutes to get there, and both of us are ready, I then decide to take the opportunity the "extra" time allows to do something that ends up taking 15 minutes thus leaving when I should be getting there (because, at the end of 15 minutes I remember I forgot to brush my teeth and Providence needed to go pee, has her pants around her ankles and has lost a shoe). Alls this to say I am planning to make monthly goals for myself, my goal for this month is to be on time (or early), and I think that will settle my mind, at least a bit. Also, as each room slowly is put to rights I feel like I get a little more of my sanity back, so that along with the small pocket planner I am now in possession of, I may be back to a sane person yet...
This is my driveway...and no neighborly neighbor yet. Hope I can get to church.
My house and yard, and as you can see, it's still snowing! Wahoo! (That's Providence)
Now those that are used to snow, and actually get more then this regularly, may be laughing at me, but keep in mind I have never lived in a snowy area, so keep those snickers to yourself.
*Update*
I got to church with minor slippage (and 15 minutes early I might add). I think my 2-wheel-drive vehicle is doing just fine. Then I came home to find that my neighborly neighbor's whole family is quite neighborly. The father (I assume) was plowing our little street when I pulled up, and he quickly came over and said "Hi neighbor, want me to move some of this snow for you?" Though I must admit I did wave quite animatedly to him as I drove by thinking it was the young boy who had plowed the previous times. It was a bit embarrassing to discover that it was in fact a very much older person.
What is it you may ask. Apparently it is the only way to eat bread, if it's boot I mean. Yes, nearly every morning Providence asks for boot bread with butter, or sometimes switches it up with asking for a boot bread sandwich (that would be including avocado). So here's to eating boot's in the form of bread.
As you can see Providence likes her eggs hard and butter piled.
Also in case some should wonder, kittens most resent name is Love, which is only true some of the time. We both have perpetual scratches all over our bodies. I guess I can be thankful that she doesn't ruin our things to satisfy her need of climbing and scratching.
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