Sunday, April 30, 2006

Teeth comin' & goin'

I've got two growing teeth and one losing them. Yup, Amelle lost her first tooth last week.

When Amelle turned five one of the first things she did was inform me that she was not going to lose teeth until she was six. She knew that Avery began losing his teeth at five and that there was blood involved. The $1 bounty from the tooth fairy wasn't enough enticement for her to want to lose teeth early.

So when she announced early last week that she had a loose tooth, Jermaine and I were shocked and afraid. We figured that Amelle would try to superglue it back in so that she could hang onto it a bit longer. Nope! She and I were walking along the aisle of Target and she excitedly announced that she lost her tooth! She was so excited!

Thursday, April 27, 2006

The worst of times...the best of times..

I know that to most people this looks like a nightmare, but I have to admit that no other photo in recent months has brought me more joy (not even Will’s redneck photo). When I look at this picture, I don’t see insulation, ladders, a home wrapped in what appears to be black and green paper, and an outdated octagon window. I see progress. I see transformation. I see the future.

Last weekend, our new neighbor, friend, and contractor (Rick - who, by the way, took time off from his normal occupation as an Angel to help us with the house) asked Amelle is she liked her new house. She replied "No", to which he responded "It's going to look worse before it looks better". I guess this photograph tells that story.

Yesterday, Jermaine and I had a good laugh about how happy we were looking at our home in such disarray. I’m one mouse-click away from putting this photo up as my desktop and Jermaine is showing his co-workers his John Deere keys – think we’re excited?

God is so good.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

All Grown Up?

Last weekend I asked Wendy if she thought that we’d ever grow up. After a few minutes of contemplation, we concluded that, at 30-something, we’ve probably reached the highest level of maturity that we are capable of attaining. Disappointingly, this was probably as good as it was going to get. ..like mental elves, getting older, but not taller - never able to reach a desirable height.

There just seems to be some disparity between the lines that are beginning to form around my eyes and what’s going on in my head.

The event that sparked these thoughts revolved around the large balls that Wendy had purchased for the children to play with last weekend. Comments like “Can we play with our balls when we get home” and “I hope Jack doesn’t bite our balls” that innocently emanated from the last row of the mini-van, causing Wendy and I to giggle in delight, indicated that something was definitely wrong.

Just last week Avery proudly announced during lunch, “I know what 69 is!”. After nearly choking on a crouton, I offered a fake smile and hoped that he wouldn’t tell me. Avery continued, “One hour and 9 minutes!”.

Several months ago after having dinner with Shaun & Wendy, and their neighbors Deb & Allen the children wanted the “adults” to come to their talent show. They provided us with a piece of paper in which we were instructed to sign in on. The children disappeared busying themselves with preparing for the show and the “adults” signed in: “Ima Jerk”, “Jim Nasium”, and other made up names. This was after many of these same adults had played with the kid’s “fart puddy” until they laughed so hard they cried. What type of adult even buys fart puddy for their children to play with?

I can’t imagine that our parents were as immature as we are. Some days I really think that we’re just slightly smarter than our kids; other days I don’t think we’re as smart. Were our parents just as immature and nonsensical as we are? Is maturity completely relative? Will I ever have that respectable air of maturity? Probably not, but the lines that are forming around my eyes are helpful in directing the tears of laughter away from my face. Just like there is bliss in ignorance, there is a certain joy in immaturity.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Oh Deere...

Thursday evening on our trip to Maine Shaun called us from our house and informed us that there were 3 deer in our backyard. Little did I know that this was foreshadowing of the deere that would come into the backyard and stay. The species of deere I am referring to is green and yellow and causes grown men to act like boys. It came into our lives on Saturday, the day progress on our home renovation was stymied.

The boys ventured out early Saturday morning with a plan to finish the upstairs bathroom, the first room in the house. I had picked out the tile, faucets, toilets, tub, and vanity the day before, they had everything in hand to get the job finished. With dreams of locking myself in the only room in the house that would be finished, I turned the corner of our street Saturday afternoon to check on the progress. As I approached the house I could almost hear the Tim Allen gorilla grunting over the sound of that insidious beast. The Deere.

Two acres of lawn was coiffed like a hippie who joined the military. The long field grass in our back had undergone the shears of The Deere.

By Saturday night the lawn had underwent further trimming by something that came out of a purple box labeled “The Wild Thing”. My brother wielded “The Wild Thing” and a weed whacker with the skill of a seasoned barber running his favorite clippers along the faces of his Saturday morning regulars. My bathroom hadn’t been touched.

By Sunday, the children had enjoyed Deere rides and additional accessories for The Deere had been purchased, along with the entire season’s supply of lawn care products (thank you Shaun). The only thing missing is the tent that we’ll be living in on June 1st – situated in the backyard of our unfinished home.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

William

Some pictures are just too cute for captions.

Monday, April 17, 2006

The Simple Life

For those wondering how life at "the in-laws" is going, we'll it's week three and I couldn't be happier. In fact, I'm considering just ditching the whole Maine thing and staying here with Sylvia forever - at least until the children are self-sufficient. Yes it's true.
First, she can't get enough of holding Amaya. She baths the kids, she dresses them, undresses them, feeds them, takes them to the park, and loves them as much and as well as I do. Its totally like having a second set of arms to help me.
Second, she has noticed that her son is a total man, and I think she has some empathy for me for having to pick up his underwear and plead with him repeatedly to do the simplest of chores. (Oh yeh, she's on my side Jermaine!..you don't know it, but she asked me when you got to be such a slob - I told her that it happened on her watch, not mine...I'm not taking the blame for that!)
Third, she cooks. It's so wonderful to eat food that I haven't had to prepare. It's the best. Last week she even made my lunch! Yes, chicken to put on my salad. It's true.
Forth, work is 12 minutes from her house, 25 from my old house.
Fifth, her iron is the bomb. I am not moving out of here without a Rowanda. I love that thing, I have to have one.
Sixth, she's here when Jermaine has to go away on business trips so I don't have to be alone w/three kids. She's like a back up for Jermaine, it's great!
Lastly, my mother-in-law is also my friend and I enjoy spending time talking to her in the evening after the kids are in bed. I guess that would be the one downfall, I often miss my 9pm bedtime! :-)

Sunday, April 16, 2006

Happy Easter!

Yesterday the children enjoyed an Easter egg hunt at the Christian Life Center. That was an experience, it wasn't much of a "hunt" - all the eggs were dumped onto an open field. At the sound of a whistle, masses of kids and parents swarmed the field picking up the multicolored eggs. The whole event lasted approximately one minute. The kids loved it though, even Amaya who kept herself amused by playing with her toes.

Happy Easter Everyone!
Love,
The 5 Moores

Saturday, April 15, 2006

My dad can beat up your dad!

Sorry to those who aren't down with my religious philosophy, but it IS Easter weekend so you'll have to grant me a pardon...

When the Roman soldiers came to arrest Jesus they were armed with swords and clubs. Some of Jesus'disciples tried to take on the soldiers, but Jesus rebuked them, "put your sword in its place, for all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Or do you think that I cannot now pray to My Father, and He will provide Me with more than twelve legions of angels?" (Matthew 26:52-53)

I love that. I love that we can call upon our Heavenly Father for protection, for guidance, for companionship, for anything. I love that God is in control because He has my best interests at heart. It's so comforting to know that He is the ultimate puppet-master. I don't have to worry about a thing because He has already got it covered and it always works to my advantage (even if I don't see it that way).

Praise the Lord!

Friday, April 14, 2006

Its a good Friday for bad people

I know no one likes to think of themselves as "bad people" - we all think we're good people, but it's really all based on the measuring stick we use. Compare ourselves to other humans, we run down the checklist (I don't lie..much, I don't steal things, I don't cheat on my spouse, I give to charity, I helped that lady with the flat tire that time..that was nice of me, etc..), we fare pretty well. But when we compare ourselves to a Holy God that is without flaw, then we see that we're not as "good" as we think. (I lied to my kids about the Easter bunny, I stole some pencils from work, etc..). Anyway, it doesn't matter how bad we are because Jesus died for ALL of our sins and those who accept His sacrifice on their behalf will be made righteous in the site of God. That's what Good Friday is all about. That's what I am thankful for today.

Thursday, April 13, 2006

I'm coming out...(& other forgotten songs)

I have a confession that I feel I have to make. I am totally ashamed of this, but I’ve recently broken my 3 year exclusive talk radio habit with some FM radio listening. To my shame, the station I’ve landed on is Sunny 104.5 – sounds from the 60s, 70s, and 80s. It’s really an embarrassment. This is like the station your mom listened to when you were a kid. Most of the songs are just tolerable, but about 30% of the songs are great! I mean, when was the last time you heard a little REO Speedwagon – Oh yah, I said it…REO Speedwagon. Queen, Earth, Wind, and Fire, a little Fleetwood Mac…Good stuff, right?! How about this morning on my way to work I heard “I can’t get enough of your love” by Barry White – I turned the volume way up and was singing (if you can call it that) along with a cheesy smile on my face. They play songs that I grew up listening to, and I get a rush of nostalgia listening to them. Of course, some of the songs are rough – Footloose being one of them, but I can always flip back to Michael Medved when those songs come on. I couldn’t be any more uncool in my mini-van listening to “sounds from the 60s, 70s, and 80s”, but I don’t care. Now you know my dirty little secret, I’m out of the closet.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The New Do

Amelle got her hair braided for the first time last weekend. We’ve both been loving the fact that I don’t have to “do” her hair. I brought Avery in to Super Cuts for a simple haircut and three hours later Amelle had her newly “deep conditioned” locks in 16 braids cascading down her back. I wish I had a picture of her under the hair dryer looking through a magazine – it was priceless.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

Moving on

Well, my computer is plugged in again so I thought I'd share our moving pictures with you. We are blessed to have so many great friends, we had 9 people helping us move and 3 children impeded the efforts of those 9 adults.

The kids had a blast with the moving truck, you'd have thought they were on Space Mountain at Disneyworld as they rode along with Jermaine in the front seat of the big moving truck. We had the largest truck that UHAUL rents (26'), but it was still not enough. Jermaines tools alone took up 22'. Jermaine and I went back the following day to retreive the remaining items.

Some moments are just made for the camera, Nancy was kind enough to grab my camera and snap this shot of Amaya with Uncle Jeff. Later they were caught napping on the last piece of furniture in the house. The picture of Seth with a screwdriver is another example of a moment made for the camera. :-)

We're so thankful to have such great friends, oh and the kicker is that none of them have children - so they're great "aunties and uncles" to our kids. Amaya was passed around so many times throughout the day that when I finally got her back she had dirty fingerprints all over her pink onsie! Nyam provided much entertainment for Avery and Amelle by chasing them around the house about 100 times. Our friends are the best, I can't wait for them to come visit us in Maine.

Kristy, John, Seth, Nancy, Jeff, Nyam, Richard - The Lobstah is on us...you'll just have to come North to get it!

Saturday, April 08, 2006

A Super "Purse-on"

Ever know someone that makes you sit back and think to yourself, "when I grow up, I want to be like him/her?" Well, when I grow up, I want to be like Amy. Amy sews. I could never sew in a million years because sewing requires patience, which I have zero of. I'm praying for it though - it must be one of those slow blossoming fruits (..the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control - Galatians 5:22-23).

Anyway, with this talent, Amy makes handbags, keychains, belts, baby blankets, and all sorts of other creations that are absolutely beautiful. Wendy picked up this little number recently and didn't hesitate to e-mail me pictures so I could hate her. Amy sells her handbags under the label "Amy E". Though I am loyal to Coach, I'd rather sport one of Amy's handbags. Let's face it, there is nothing special about a Coach bag, they're probably produced in a foreign sweatshop. Amaya was privileged enough to receive a baby blanket from Amy, which is so beautiful that I'm afraid to let her use it!

She's in the process of getting a website, when it's up and running I'll let you know so that you can get one of these hand crafted items for yourself. Until then, we'll all have to sit back and envy Wendy & Amaya.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Happy Birthday Dad...

My dad would've been 59 today. I have been missing him a lot lately, not sure if it's because his birthday was coming up, or just the stress of the move making me "emotional" about things.

Jermaine had a great idea last night, "how 'bout once we live in Maine if we all get together for his birthday every year?" I like that idea. We can eat shrimp (his favorite), watch old home movies, laugh, and reminisce about how much fun he was.

My dad was great, he had such an impact on the lives of so many through the little league program in NH. He actually started the softball program so that I wouldn't have to play baseball! He also started a handicapped league and was involved in fundraising for the Jimmy fund. He began volunteering when Shaun was in diapers and continued until well after we were out of college. I wish he were here today to play catch with Avery. Boy, he really would've enjoyed playing with his SIX grandchildren.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Miscellaneous Thoughts:

On Friday we’re having a farewell luncheon for Ty, Tonia, and Kristy. We’re mourning the loss of 1/3rd of our department by wallowing in take-out and a cake that will be inscribed to our recently departed teammates “Best Wishes”, or some other corny catch phrase. I’m in charge of planning the little shebang, which gives me authority to put whatever I want on the cake. I’m thinking of putting “Last one out is a rotten egg…and the first one has to eat it”.

One of the things I love about Kristy is her penchant for accessorizing events with food. Kristy is all about the spread. Her offer to help us move was quite naturally followed by “do you want us to bring donuts and a “Box O Joe?”. She cracks me up with that.

Last Sunday Jermaine came in pretty late (after the kids had gone to sleep). I told Amelle that I’d have daddy give her a kiss when he came in. In the morning she cornered me in the bathroom with her hand on her hip and said “Daddy didn’t kiss me last night”, I said “Yes he did”. She said “No he didn’t, I saw him”. I said, “You saw him? What did he look like?” She said “He was hairy”. End of discussion.

It’s humbling to see your faults appear in your children. A while back I received some really good advice from a friend of ours (who has grown children): “don’t take credit for their successes and don’t take the blame for their failures”. I constantly remind myself that they are God’s children first, ours second.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Diet Coke with your fries?

Since my computer is “unhooked” and I can’t post pictures of all the exciting things that are happening in our lives (and there actually is a lot going on right now!), I thought I’d post this cute e-mail that I received: (..hope you haven't read this one too many times before)

ONLY IN AMERICA...
…do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.
…do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries and a diet coke.
…do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.
…do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.
…do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight
…do we use the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin meaning 'many' and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'.
…do we have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.

EVER WONDER...
Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?
Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?
Why you never see the headline "Psychic Wins Lottery"?
Why "abbreviated" is such a long word?
Why doctors call what they do "practice"?
Why lemon juice is made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?
Why the man who invests all your money is called a broker?
Why the time of day with the slowest traffic is called rush hour?
Why Noah didn't swat those two mosquitoes?
Why they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?
Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?
Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?
Why do we drive on a parkway and park on a driveway?

Also,
…You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Finally,
…If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?