So here I am, finally getting around to starting a blog. I told my husband, Dan, (who's away today with our oldest son, shooting at people with paint) that I was starting a blog. He says, "Haha, Why?"
"Uuhh, 'cause you couldn't make up the stuff that happens in our house..."
"Oh," he laughs back at me. "Have fun."
I was really torn about naming this thing. One of my dearest friends said I should call it "Electric Mayhem" after the Muppets band, but I figured that was some kind of trademark infringement. She also liked "Mushrooms and Mayhem" - which came pretty close. I mean, if we don't use the poop and rotten muck of our lives to grow, we're not moving towards Christ, right? Plus mushrooms are secretive, and rich and earthy...but I was afraid people would think that I was blogging about hallucinogenics. Then I considered "A Tangled Webb" - cute, right? But then I realized, it kind of made me sound like a mess. While I fully admit that I am often a mess, I'm not always tangled up, disorganized, and confused. So I thought about it, and what is better to be tangled in than a web of His grace? Once we've accepted it, we can't get free of it; His grace, love, and forgiveness untangle the webs we weave in our lives, and instead, wraps us in the shimmering, gossamer threads of of His Son, His Word, His Love. And since I am a Webb, I couldn't resist the corny play on words.
So, here's a glimpse into our life today. Fia, my 14 year old daughter, is off partying at her best bud's house. There was a birthday, pizza, cake, movies, long talks until who knows when, and she's not home yet. As aforementioned, Dan and the next oldest, our almost 10 year old son, Nate, are off with some friends for a father/son paintball camp out. I just heard that Nate was the winner of one of the games so far. Pretty cool. And that left me with Anna B (hereafter called "B"), who's 7; JohnJohn, who's 4.5; and Jamey, who's 3. The two youngest, "the boys," really should get some of those "Thing 1" and "Thing 2" t-shirts. Or "Turd 1" and "Turd 2" - that would work, too. I love them dearly, and they crack me up daily, but their mischief and mayhem leave me slack-jawed and drooling on myself in exhaustion by 3p.m. I decided to be the cool mom, and make homemade pancakes for them this morning. So while I was in the kitchen doing that, B was watching Curious George, and the boys were putting on the new sneakers they got last night. Jamey got his first pair of light up sneakers...Spiderman. He says, "They're sticky!" Presumably because of Spiderman? Next, I hear them tearing back and forth, back and forth, from the living room to the dining room; B has cranked up the tv's volume to drown out their noise. As I come out with a plate of pancakes, I see Jamey stepping his foot, clad of course in the new, light up sneaker, into the dog's water dish. "They're waterproof," he exclaims with glee. Yeah, not so much.
I have lots I could do today: go grocery shopping, clean the house, make next week's school assignment sheets, transplant tomatoes, clean out the baby chicken's brooder, or have a another cup of tea. I love tea. And chickens. And dirt. I want to be a farmer. But I am stuck in Essex County, presently. So I must work toward my "Food Not Lawns" campaign...in a neighborhood where we are the only yard strewn with toys, and we are one of maybe 5 local families who mow their own lawn. (Dan and I got some heirloom pumpkin seeds this year - the Atlantic Giant Pumpkin - some have grown over 800lbs! Since we live on the corner of a busy road, we were thinking of growing a few on the front lawn, just for kicks...we're already the neighborhood hillbillies, with chickens, mess, and children running amok all the time!) But I digress. Ahem. Today. Well. Perhaps, another cup of tea, and a grocery list? Tomatoes tonight? I'll let you know.
Until then....
In the web of His Grace,
MamaWebb
