Friday, January 25, 2008

Why?

Why are we as women so territorial? Is this a God-given thing or a flaw in our gender?

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Simple Truth

There will always be that one person who has an innate ability to get under your skin.
You may long to run away, hide from, or avoid the person but you know deep down that if you did, you would just get stuck with another one somewhere else.
So, you do your best to force a smile, remain tight-lipped and keep your hands from gripping her skinny little neck.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Tickled Pink

Yesterday, I discovered a letter on our dining room table from my cousin Sabra addressed to Chloe. When I told Chloe she had mail, she came flying down the stairs, snatched the envelope out of my hands and ran to the living room to open it. She tore through the envelope and discovered it was full of puzzle pieces. How intriguing!! After several minutes of diligent and methodical work, this was her reward...

So needless to say, Chloe spent the rest of the evening skipping around the house in pure ecstasy singing made-up songs about weddings, true love and flower girls.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Super Bowl...Schmooper Bowl.

You know what I'll be watching on February 3rd?



A rerun of Smucker's Stars on Ice.



So take that, Tom Brady.




Wednesday, January 16, 2008

FC Pegasus

If your last name is Wakeland, you are pretty much born with a tiny pair of Adidas on your feet. I remember when we brought Chloe home from the hospital, there was a brand new pastel pink soccer ball waiting for her in her nursery. We've been dreaming of her soccer debut since she was just an embryo.

Last fall she was finally old enough to play in Mansfield. Heath of course was dying to coach her. We racked our brains for week trying to come up with a great team name that was both girly enough to please a team of six four-year-olds and tough enough for them to grow into over the years. We finally settled on two names: Starfire and FC Pegasus. We came to Chloe and let her choose, since it was going to be her team after all. After a 10-minute discussion about why we didn't want the team name to be the "Cheetah Girls" she finally settled on FC Pegasus.

The season was a hoot! Most of the time it was a little torturous to watch (probably because I'm one of the most competitive people in the world) but as the girls learned by experience how to play the game, it became quite enjoyable. I was surprised to see Chloe fall naturally into the position of goalie, much to the delight of her Uncle Timmy. It just came to her, like instinct to drop back and protect her goal. While other girls took to dribbling and scoring, my girl was serious about her job in defense.

I'm excited to see how many returning players we will get as our new season starts in the next month or so. I also look forward to seeing Chloe learn more about the game, improve even more in her chosen position and develop an even stronger bond with her dad...uh...I mean Coach.

At this level, most of the teams hang a banner in the goal to remind the kids where they are supposed to score. Sometimes it work...sometimes it doesn't. Not that I'm biased or anything, but I do believe our team's was the best...thanks to my mom who worked her creative magic to make it!


FC Pegasus

Chloe, Hailey, Macy, Lauren & Grace Ann

Chloe with her Coach (also her biggest fan)


The Soccer Party Cake...pink of course!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Not Your Typical Church

Three years ago, Mosaic was born. For a few of us it's been a little longer. I guess that was just the conception and gestation period though. In some ways it seems like we've been part of Mosaic forever and in other ways it feels like we just started yesterday.

When Chloe was only two, Heath and I were both on staff at Grace Community - I was working in the office and Heath was Steve Hammond's intern with the youth group. Every Sunday night you could find us hanging out with high school students in the living room of one of the hugest houses I think I've ever seen. We discussed important topics such as God's will for our lives and what color eyeshadow would look best with a teal prom dress. Good times. We had been serving the students of the GYM (Grace Youth Ministry) for four years at that point. The kids that were freshmen when we started were about to graduate that May. It was so exciting...and very bittersweet too. It was also that year that Steve approached us and asked if we would join him and a few others in planting a new church. I had never thought of myself as a church planter before...but after talking with Steve for five minutes on any topic, it's pretty typical to let go of your inhibitions and begin to see yourself in a different light.

So that's where our journey began...for a while we met in Steve's living room on Thursday nights. It was just Steve, LaNette, Curby, Robert, Heath and I...not really a force to be reckoned with. We began to dream of what God wanted "church" to look like...there's something about a blank canvas that is both exhilarating and terrifying. And all along the way, Steve, in his typical Steve-way kept reminding us that 8 out of 10 churches will shut their doors within 3-5 years. A comforting thought to a young married couple who had just quit their jobs and had a baby girl who needed diapers and food every week. But we were ready to see what God would do with us and to us and through us.

Pretty soon, six became 12, and 12 became 25, and 25 became well...maybe 26 or so and eventually we began to actually fill a room. And then after meeting for a while on Thursday nights at the North Davis Church of Christ, and then on Sunday mornings at a bar (that's right, a bar...remember, God was teaching us what he wanted Church to look like...and after all "He is not a tame lion."), we found ourselves at CATS (Creative Arts Theatre and School) in Arlington. And that brings us to where we are now. But that's just about where we met, I guess. It really doesn't say much about who we are...who we've become...or what we believe. There's not enough room or time to say it all, but here's what I think in a nutshell. Mosaic is a group of people who long to think the way God thinks and act the way God acts, not the way a pastor or a church tells us to, but how God actually does. We want to live by faith, be known by love and provide a voice of hope for those around us. You may hear us say it a lot, but that's because it's true.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Halloween...I know, I know, it's January!

So, this is clearly an indication of my personality/ethos/general Kareah-osity...

I've been meaning to post more photos on my blog, but can never seem to bring my photo discs, or my memory card or my camera dock USB connector thingie up to work. (Now when I say work, please note: I am blogging on my lunch break, not on the clock...So kind and wonderful boss, if you ever read this...please don't fire me!)



And as I'm looking at my photo CD's that I brought, I feel I simply cannot omit these funny photos of my kiddos at Halloween!!! Enjoy!


This Halloween Chloe had not one, not two, but three costumes! Here she is using Pamaw's Mrs. Potts costume to enter a contest...(sore subject...the girl at the store told me the wrong time for the contest, so we missed our chance by 20 minutes!!! And I KNOW there's not a kid out there who could have beaten these two!!!!)



M-I-C-K-E-Y...M-O-U-S-E!!!



Now, the tummy was padded, but those cheeks are all natural!



And here she is as a Barbie Princess...this is the kind of costume I discourage. Not because she isn't lovely in pink polyester...but I desire something more original and a lot less licensed!



Now, this is more like it!!! Here is what we actually bought for Halloween! Chloe is Eloise, from the Children's Books Series by Kay Thompson and Corban is just about the cutest, fattest, most adorable rodent you've ever covered with kisses!




Chloe...how many times does Mommy have to tell you to not stick your entire head in the candy bag?


Here is my first-born in the back of a squad car...I'm sure she was arrested for stealing the baby's candy.

And to top it all off, silly skeleton cupcakes, complete with marshmallow heads! Yummy!

Monday, January 7, 2008

My Response

This morning a friend emailed me at work and had to cut her email short because she had to "go make breakfast...the natives are banging down the door!" She ended with the rhetorical question, "Don't you miss these days?"

But seeing as my heart has been breaking the past two weeks, longing for my old life...I had to respond:

"Actually, yes…I yearn for the days when I could sleep past 6 am, stay in pajamas until noon if I wanted, do laundry or housework during the day while the kids were asleep (instead of the whole day on my ONE free day a week), go work out during the day (instead of at 5 am), have only two children mistreating me (instead of grown women whom I do not love with my entire being), take a nap for two hours if I was completely exhausted, not have to wear high-heels and make up every single day, take my daughter to school and actually feel like I was part of her life, or go to the mall at 11 am just to walk around and get out of the house. I really hate the working mom thing lately. (It’s all because of the woman here who has made it her sole mission in life to make my life miserable.) But you know…the grass is always greener. I am having a meeting with my boss and the woman this week, so maybe that will make things better. I hope so. If not, I’m quitting and moving to Nigeria."

Friday, January 4, 2008

Thanks but no thanks...

So I made a bet with a co-worker that the Cowboys were going to beat the Redskins last week. Whoever lost the bet had to buy a big fat Starbucks drink for the other. I have since learned my lesson, not to bet on your team in week 17, but whatever.

So, I ask said co-worker when I will have the "priveledge" to buy the venti non-fat double caramel machiatto. And then he replies that I will have to give him an IOU, because he's doing a Master Cleanse for 3-7 more days (depending on how much longer he lives.).

You know what? I think I'd rather just be a little squidgy around the edges.