A Little of This, A Little of That

I always start my summer with such high expectations of all that I can accomplish.  I am going to clean this, paint that, read this, go here, exercise, and make myself into a much more refreshed, lovely version of myself.  And then I remember that I have 2 children.  One doesn't need me much except to take her swim practice, friends' houses, church camp, and the like.  The other needs me a lot - like almost constant supervision.  So my long list gets shorter with every passing day.  "Oh, we are already just 5 weeks away from school, so I will mark this and this and this and that off my list.  Maybe next year."   The good news - I like consistency.  The bad news - nothing ever gets accomplished.   EVER!   

We have been to Chuck E Cheese.  We made a trek to Branson last week.   Harrison has been bugging us since Christmas to make that happen.   We had a great time going at Silver Dollar City, Dixie Stampede, and the Titanic.   We have visited with our parentals.  We have been to many swim practices already.   And we have had some remarkably lazy days.  I am reading (albeit at a painfully slow pace) A Tale of Two Cities.  I will finish.   I just hope I can get some other stuff read before I return to work.   This little book is beginning to look like the only thing I achieve.

Today we sent Jillian off to church camp.   She was very excited and ready to be rid of us for a few days.  We will visit later in the week; not soon enough for me, probably too soon for her.   Harrison started his first ever swim lessons.  He did so much better than I ever dreamed.  His teacher is a former student.  When I set up the lessons, I told her she might want to start praying.   I don't know that she did, but someone must have.  My kid put his face in the water and kicked his way all the way down the pool and back hanging on to a noodle.  He said the word "actually" 35 times in the one hour lesson (Think "Actually I don't want to kick.") She was very patient and he made strides even in just this first lesson.  Hoping for a kid who can swim to the side week's end. 

Last night we had a guest speaker/singer at our church.  He has been with us several times before, but last night he did something I had never heard.  He talked about the Scripture when Jesus said the rocks would cry out.  He went through several Scriptures that referred to rocks and gave a sample of what those rocks might say.  It inspired me to study the different rocks and stones in the Bible and come up with some thoughts of my own.  I will share that when I am done.

So we have accomplished some but not much.  We are loving being together - and watching Friday Night Lights.  I think I forgot to mention that addiction, but it is definitely that.  We try to watch at least one episode a night. I would prefer 2 or 3, but someone around here thinks he has to get up and go to work.   What a baby!   I am sure I can share some life lessons from Coach Taylor when it is all wrapped up.