Hair Cuts, Camels, and Tire Swings

It's certainly been a while! For a minute there I forgot how to sign in. My cousin calls those "brain farts".

Anyhoo...I feel like I should come clean about something. I cut my hair. Yes, I know I said I was going to donate it and I really, really meant to but it just seemed like it would be 9 inches (has to be at least 10 to donate. Some places only take 12) forever and I was so tired of Kenny pulling on it. Hetee was very understanding, and even thought he loved it long, he gave me the go-ahead to cut it.

For a while my scalp had been bothering me but it feels much better now with my hair short. I'm not sure why it was hurting like that but I think it may be hormonal since I just got my period back since Kenny was born. (Maybe that was too much info for some of my readers but it's my blog and I can talk about my period if I want to)

Back to the hair; I'll post a picture as soon as I get a chance. ( That means next time I look pretty.)

In my previous post I mentioned a women's conference. I'm happy to report that it was a success! We had 600 women attend and about 100 of them received salvation and countless others received physical and emotional healing. We're still reaping the harvest from it. It will be aired on a major TV news channel starting in September. I taught a session on fighting for the unborn. I can't wait until that makes the airwaves!

While I was speaking on abortion at the conference, one woman in the audience who had had 8 abortions in the past, began to weep. She told a team member that she felt as though, that night, she was being healed from all that hurt and pain. Another woman talked to me after I finished speaking and told me that she was 2 months pregnant and seriously considering abortion but after hearing me and seeing the presentation with pictures I showed, she decided to keep her baby. Once again, I was humbled and thankful that God can use even me.

The same week I taped that session for TV, Hetee was asked to be on the radio talking to young people about choosing the right friends and being a good friend. He had several call-ins, mostly girls asking questions about guys and relationships. Some of the comments/questions had me in stitches while I was sitting next to him, trying no to laugh out loud. He was really good and not nervous at all. I was impressed.

Having the American team (who did the conference) here was a lot of fun. The day before they left we went to the countryside and rode camels and had a blast. Except for poor Rodney, the alpha male of the group. (the American group, not the camel group. He was the only male.) He got spit on by a camel. It was nasty, smelly, and bright green, unlike anything I had ever in all my years of experience with regurgitating creatures (my kids). It was too funny for words. And don't you know it, I didn't have my camera!

The kids enjoyed the camels. Even Abi climbed up without a fuss. She was so brave, even when the ornery old camel kept making loud sounds. I thought sure she'd want to stay away from it but it just made her giggle.

Today we were able to take a breather since the team left and the encounter retreat Hetee was asked to do for the World Vision staff finished. It was warm and sunny outside so we worked and played in the yard most of the day. Hetee cultivated around the berry bushes and the kids and I played on the tire swing he made, then we got to work in what is going to be out little flower garden. I hope the flowers grow since the seeds were kind of old. That combined with Nate and Abi's gardening techniques (drop one seed in one hole and half the pack in another...) and my lack of gardening skills is a formidable obstacle.

Well, I'm off to bed. I'll try to post more often, I promise!

I'm Here...

Just barely hanging on. Things are very hectic and busy here (was that redundant?)

Anyway, the main reason I'm so busy is that I have multiple offspring. Add to that the fact that the youngest of my offspring now crawls and cruises freely around the house (and sometimes out the door!) eating everything he can pick up and stuff into his mouth before I scream "KENNY, NOOOOOOO", you can imagine just how busy I am. Today I found cockle burrs in his poop!

I once had a reader comment that she thought I was the perfect mom and that I always seemed to have my act together. I told her my bad moments seldom make my blog. Come to think of it, maybe I should bare my human soul a little for the benefit of young mothers everywhere. I'm not perfect, M. I'm far from it! Today I had the thought that if I had to change one more diaper, I'd spontaneously combust. That was right after I almost fell asleep while sitting on the toilet. I would have had myself a nice nap if not for Nate yelling, "Mommy, when are you coming out? You've been in there for 6 years!" He's the sarcastic exaggerator in the family.

Then there was the time I went to church and came home to find that my shirt was on inside out.

We had a pastors' meeting at our house the other night and after everyone left I took my hair clip out and tried to run my fingers through my hair but there was one of Abi's bright blue hair clips in it right behind my right ear. What happened was, earlier that day I found it on the floor and thought I should pick it up before Kenny inhaled it. My hands were full so I clipped it in my hair and, well, forgot it there. Oops.

Back to being busy; We've got a women's conference coming up on the 19th, 20th and 21st of this month. That's less than a week away and my stress levels are rising. Mongolians are kings when it comes to procrastination so getting anything done is a bit of a pain. As far as the conference itself is concerned, I can't wait to see what God will do. I'm also soooo looking forward to some female company (7 women coming from the US and one from England) not to mention the fabulous conversations we will be having in English! I hear rumored that they are bringing me some Reces Pieces so I'm really excited about that. =)

Well, it's back to work for me. I'll post again when I come up for air...

Abi's Big Day

Abi turned 3 on March 22nd!

We invited all her friends, big and small, and had a little party. I made her a double layer chocolate cake with cherry jam in the middle and frosted it with hazelnut-chocolate frosting. We put a pink bow and a cat shaped candy and 3 pink candles on it. She loved it!

Singing "Happy Birthday"

Big brother "helping" open presents

My beautiful Birthday Girl!

Major News!

No, smartypants; before you can say it let me tell you I'm NOT pregnant!


But you are looking at my new baby! His name is Major, and he's a pure-bread St. Bernard puppy. His name is short for "cannis major" which means "big dawg" (haha) in Latin. But mostly I named him that because he's majorly cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I haven't used that many exclamation points since I was 16). We got him last night and the kids and I have been having a lot of fun getting to know him. So far we have discovered that he is very friendly, likes chicken, and dislikes biscuits. Hetee was worried about the kids hurting him but I told him not to worry because in a couple of months Major would be bigger than the three of them put together.
He's so cute and lovable! One look at him and you forget all the bad that's going on in the world. Like today, I was stolen from twice. This morning I realized that someone I trusted for years to watch my kids and be in my home, stole one of my rings. I could barely bring myself to confront her but when I did, she lied. I'm really disappointed and sad about that.

Then today I was at church, practicing some songs for worship and some young guys from church called me to hurry and follow them, that something was wrong with our car. I went out and took a look and the blinker lights were gone from the front! Someone stole the lights! Now that's messed up!

I need a vacation!

My day did end well, though. I got to see our newest Little Heart's baby before heading home for the night. He was born a week ago. One more saved from abortion! His name is Yalalt, meaning "victory". Good name, huh?

The kids are in bed and I'm enjoying a glass of milk and some cookies. I'm feeling the effects of a long day and am looking forward to my bed. Hetee still hasn't come home from a meeting so I'm waiting up for him.

I could tell early on that today would be "one of those" days. Abi woke up screaming her little head off at 6 am when our neighbors' rooster crowed so, as a result, we all got up early. Then when it was only 8 am and Nate already had duct tape stuck to his hair. Ah, kids! You can't live with them and you can't eat them.

Kenny has started to lose interest in nursing and is opting for more tasty fares. These days he's more interested in doing the hokey pokey than nursing. He's too curious for his own good and sometimes will crawl off of my lap to investigate a sound or a movement only to look back at me and cry, like "why did you let me down? I wasn't done yet!"

Today, Nate and Abi discovered that when they ask Kenny, "Hairtai yu?" (do you love me?) He answers "hairtai" (I love you). They kept making him say it over and over again and each time he said it they would crack up laughing. It wasn't long before I was joining in the fun and was laughing so hard my sides hurt.

Not many people know this but, about a year ago, I decided to grow my hair out to donate to Locks of Love, an organization that makes wigs for children who have lost their hair through cancer.

Here I am with my hard-earned locks

I've been trimming it every 2 months or so to keep it in good condition and today I decided to go to a hair dresser for my trim. It was a BAD decision and I have to say that I will never be using that hairdresser again. She was really rough and rude. I asked her if I could comb out the knots before she started cuting and she gave me the comb but then ripped it out of my hands because I was doing it too slowly. I complained several times that she was hurting me but she just ignored me. Finally she said that I was too sensitive and was exasperating her. Imagine that, me a paying customer, exasperating her. I said, very firmly, "You are yanking on my hair, what do you want me to say!?" I should have just walked out but I really wanted to get my trim and get on with my life. My scalp still hurts.

Anyway, in order to donate my hair it has to be at least 10 inches. It's right at 10 inches now but since I don't want to shave it all off (an option I was considering but Brittany Spears went and beat me to it. Boy, does she have fugly ears!) I'm going to let it grow another year or so before chopping it off. I asked Abi if she was going to donate her hair with me and she said, "Mommy, I don't want my hair to turn into a donut."

Well, I need to hit the sack--my milk glass is empty and my cookies are almost gone. Hetee just came in and now I'm really sleepy.