Extra in The Ordinary

So, if you saw the phone I carry, you would be so sad for me. Yes, I'm thankful that it works fine, but really. It's sad. It's this really gimmicky two way slide phone. It almost goes over for a smart phone except it's about half the size, and it's got a stupidly unresponsive screen when you try to wake it up. Maybe that's cause  it's not a touch screen. I keep trying. It's funny to watch other people try, too. Anyways, after more than a year of waiting for an iphone, my husband let's me know a few weeks ago that it's almost time to upgrade. Yesssssss.   I've been patient and it's finally going to pay off cause I'm gonna get an iphone 4 just like all the kool kids at work and church. Oh, yeah.  Fast forward, or slow forward, as it were- to today. We ordered the phones through his work last Friday, and we have to wait for them to process the order. To me this sounds like this:  wweeee   haaaavvvveeee toooo wwwaaaiiittt ffoooorrr

It's 5:36 am. Kids are up. Molly (our boxer) throws up. Good morning to you, too, Molly. I almost throw up. I'm trying not to rush the kids to get ready, but I've already told IPK (oldest girl) to drink her health juice, get dressed, tie her shoes, brush teeth, and brush hair (and if she said she had to potty I also went through that check list, too). However, I hear her fumbling with a toy. It's the Bop-It. Loud and clear. Oh, and then there is the ZuZu pet that won't die. Yep, she is playing with that too. Really? Ok, so I take a breath, very deep, and I wait about 5 minutes to say anything. Maybe she is just distracted. 5 minutes later.....Nope- still playing. So, I craft a very careful question for her. "IPK, sweetie", I say. "What are you worried about?". I don't know why I said it that way. Maybe it was a new way of asking her what she was doing, but when I heard myself ask the question to her, I simultaneously heard God asking ME th

Today my 4 year old little girl wanted me to read her a few books while my other daughter did homework. Tempted to tell the little one "go ask your dad", I thought, ever so quickly, that I just MIGHT think back as a decreped 80 year old and completely cry about the day I didn't read to my baby girl when she asked, so I did. So, as we were reading tho story of Jonah I decided to point to a few words and ask her to sound them out. She just turned 4, so she isn't reading yet, but she knows the sounds of most letters. Well, at first she recognized "the" and "a", but by the end she knew Jonah. And Nineveh. And then it happened. I pointed to the word God for her to sound it out, and she did. It's like she already knew it. Then, the word God came up again. Again she knew it. So I thought to myself, that my completely ordinary tendency was to tell my little girl that I was too busy to read with her. If I had done that I would have missed out on a compl

Good morning! It's Monday February 27th, and it's time to rock and roll! It's 5:24 and I'm up and at 'em. The girls just woke up. My goal today is to open my eyes and LOOK for the extra. I think it will be easy to find today!