tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72576929078562819422011-11-27T19:18:50.040-05:00I'm Krysta Knapp, a single mom of 4 kids - and I call it like I see it. Motherhood is not all Rainbows and Lollipops. It does, however, provide an endless fount of amusement. That is, if you find barf and tantrums amusing.Krysta Carhart and Amanda Robertsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04730927943528253612noreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257692907856281942.post-11784702088073396042009-12-29T22:18:00.000-05:002009-12-29T22:18:15.409-05:00

Isn't that a great quote? I love the idea of Jesus communicating his heart toward the people in my life, using me - my attitudes, my acceptance of them, my decisions to do the right thing, my joy that prevails and even grows through the medium of brokenness and pain. My decision to show love to someone not because I particularly want to, but simply because they need love. Plenty of people have

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Okay, I'll admit it - in my frustration over being unable to pull together a visually stunning blog after two weeks of working, I stopped. But I missed writing the random thoughts floating around in my brain. For me, writing is the process of unwinding a tangled yarn of ideas and emotions and winding them back into something ordered, something that makes sense. I never know quite what I think

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My friend Molly pointed out that Halloween used to be one day of dressing up and trick-or-treating. She says she's looking forward to the end of Halloween Week, when she can throw all the candy her kids have collected this week into the trash. Amen, sister! Something is seriously out of whack when we take an afternoon to reflect on all we're grateful for, offering up some generic Thanks in

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a very brady christmas Originally uploaded by SpacePotato

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Happy 40th Anniversary to The Brady Bunch! Originally uploaded by Roadsidepictures

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I am good at a lot of things. Figuring out computers is not one of them. I have always found it frustrating that I cannot sit down with my computer and have a rational conversation about what I was trying to communicate, even though I inadvertently left off the extra backslash. The computer just doesn't want to listen. The fact that I did things imperfectly automatically disqualifies me

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In a few short months I will reach the landmark age of 39, at which point I can no longer claim to be in my mid-30's. Since the jolt of leaping suddenly from my mid-30's to 40 seems too abrupt, I thought I'd ease the transition somewhat, by hosting Krysta's 1st Annual 39th Birthday Bash. Krysta's 2nd Annual 39th Birthday Bash will be held a year and two months from now. I'm looking for ideas

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Over the course of my childbearing years, I've lost over 100 pounds of Actual Fat - not including the approximately 80 lbs. of baby/water weight that you lose within 2 weeks after the birth. I feel kinda proud about that fact. Until I look in the mirror. Why am I still 15 lbs. heavier than I was before I got pregnant? That is discouraging. On the other hand, the fact that I've technically

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Yesterday I heard a comment from a young mom with one baby: "I just don't understand when I see parents being rude to their kids." Ah. . . I remember the days when I, too, couldn't understand the impatience and imperfection of the parents around me. I could respond gently and lovingly to my one year old practically all the time; why couldn't these other parents get their acts together? Those

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Banana, who is five, is on a Spelling Tear. This week, her favorite activity is writing down the thoughts that float through her little brain. This is especially fun because Banana talks like Elmer Fudd, which is reflected in her spelling choices. See if you can decipher this one: I aim soow icksidiud dat my toof is loos. The accompanying drawing on this precious piece of paper depicts a

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Because I probably wanted to go as badly as the kids, I announced that today was Pumpkin Farm Day. There were no behavioral requirements. Outings such as Pumpkin Farm Day are the places I get to sneak in my homeschooling, which I miss terribly, even though the kids don't. I saw a real chicken lay a real egg. It looked dry from the get-go, which surprised me. The kids had great fun letting

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Today was supposed to be Pumpkin Farm Day for me and the kids. Before I went out this morning, leaving the kids with Ace, I informed the little Anklebiters that two things had to happen by the time I got back: 1. Rooms had to be picked up, and 2. All kids had to be good listeners for Ms. Ace. If I got back a bad report on even one kid, Pumpkin Farm Day would have to be cancelled. Four little

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I am a Walker Mom. My kids walk to school each morning, and I meet them at the side entrance every afternoon so that we can walk home together, sharing meaningful conversation about our day - and so I can make sure that 7 year old Dubya does not "accidentally" leave his little sister at school. The Carpool Moms, on the other hand, wait in the carpool line and chauffer their little ones home

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Here's a Story Of a Lovely Lady Who is bringing up three very Lovely Girls Two of them have Hair of Gold, Mom's is Clairol The oldest one's is Brown Here's a Story of that Lovely Lady Who is busy with one son of her own He's the Sole Male; There's no Prince Charming, Unless you count our Frog. People see this Lovely Lady with her Children, And they say that they have much more than a hunch That

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