Monday, January 26, 2015

Time to RePurpose

One of the biggest hurdles in the basement has been to find a vanity that works for the  bath space at a price that doesn't break the budget. My man, the one who wakes up in the middle of the night with great ideas, brought me coffee in bed and said I think I figured it out. He started searching craigslist and lo and behold we found this vanity for sale. We bought this little treasure and now we're going to chalk paint it gray, buy a new stylish top for it, get a cool sink and fixture and it's done. I love the wood. It's very solid. A few sparkly handles on it and it will be fresh! Can't wait to see the finished product . Here's one for Team Thruston! 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Sibling Rivalry

Sibling Rivalry.
Why is it that these two words go together so easily? Like World Peace or Chocolate Milk. We don’t hear people say World Chaos or Blueberry Milk like it’s normal. No, we would pause and wonder where that came from. Like people actually want World Chaos, though it seems too rampant today, or the taste of Blueberry Milk. Ooh gross! Of course not.
I love these lines in Miss Congeniality with Sandra Bullock. She speaks the truth but no one wants to hear the truth so she pauses, smiles and says World Peace! 

Stan Fields: What is the one most important thing our society needs?

Gracie Hart: That would be harsher punishment for parole violators, Stan.

[crowd is silent]

Gracie Hart: And world peace!

[crowd cheers ecstatically]

 We have world governments that strive for peace in this mixed up crazy world and we have food companies that put chocolate and milk together evryday knowing it works and works well. Two words. Just two, but put together take on a whole new meaning. Why is it that Sibling Rivalry is accepted and said so easily and not Sibling Peace or Sibling Love? It doesn’t even roll off the tongue easily. I haven’t heard anyone say, “Oh they just have sibling love going on today. You know how it is!”  But let me say I have heard many times about brothers and sisters not getting along, fussy and fighting and being mean.  Parents saying, “Oh its normal, you know.” or “They’ll outgrow this someday, I was just like this with my brother”.
And all the while these same two people who can’t get along within the four walls of their own home can smile and be pleasant with everyone else in the world. Chaos exist inside the place that peace should reign.
Does this really make sense? It’s normal today because we as a culture say that it’s normal.
And that’s sad.
Growing up in our home we have a family scripture that we said often when chaos was alive and well:
Romans 12:10
Be devoted to one another in brotherly love, Honor one another above yourselves.
I can hear you now. “Seriously, you actually said this. Out Loud. To your kids?”  Yes, we did and no, I was not wearing my Laura Ingalls dress down to my ankles. Sometimes it was paraphrased, “BE NICE!!!”  Now I’m the first to admit we did not get it right all the time but I will say we laid a foundation that we could build on. I knew that if we didn’t get it right in the four walls of our home, there was no way they were gonna get it right anywhere else. T and I talked and talked and prayed and prayed about and for our children, what we saw in them, how to develop their character, how to show them Jesus honestly in our own lives so they could walk it out in their own. Not just for that moment but for their lifetime. It was exhausting at times when the battle of the wills faced off but we knew it was worth it. I can say there were times I blew it big; how I handled my own communication, or the lack there of. In those times they learned what forgiveness and reconciliation looks like, played out in the real world, because we did it in our home.
We also had a family rule we lived by: If you can’t get along in here, there’s no way you’re going out there to play. I know, mean ol’ mom!  But I meant it and we lived it. Everything our children learn in communicating with each other is everything they will use later on in life. I remember telling our son, “Your wife will appreciate this one day. Learn to communicate well with your sisters now and work out this so you know how to later on.” I would say, “We will always be family. Nothing will change that. Figure this out here.” Or “You can bless people or curse them with your tongue.”  My eyes would get big and I would look directly into theirs. They got the message loud and clear.  I cannot tell you how many times I would tell my kids you are practicing here for your husband/ wife later, trust me.  Oh man it did not always go well and there were seasons in life where they didn’t have friend time for a few days until they got it right with their brother/sister. Imagine opening the front door and a little person is standing there, big eyes looking up at me, asking if so-in-so can play and I’m explaining why they can’t come out to play today. Blank Stare.
My children adore each other. They are friends. They have each other’s back. Having a baby is easy, being a parent is hard work. If you want to do it right it takes hours of talking. Hours of explaining why, not just saying, cause I said so. Hours of prayer on our part as momma and daddy. We want our kids to know Jesus, understand God’s plan for them in every part of their life and it all starts in the home. Then one day when they are launched, they’ll be prepared. Being prepared also includes good communication skills and protecting a brother or sister’s heart. It takes practice. It takes humility.  And trust me, we’ve had plenty of opportunities to practice. Our job, our God-given responsibility as parents is to walk them through what that looks like and all the while pray their heart stays tender towards each other and towards Jesus.
This-doesn’t-mean-they-will-listen. I am not so arrogant to say this is a spoonful of sugar and the medicine goes down technique. That’s just not reality, now is it?
 There is a keen difference between imparting God’s truth in your child’s life and that day they make a conscious decision what they will choose.
I’m sad to hear brothers and sisters fight with each other. I’m sad that parents excuse it as normal. Romans 12:18 tells us, If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone”. Doesn’t that include siblings?

Reality Check: How’s the pulse in your home? Do you and your children practice Romans 12:18 or does that apply only to the people outside of your four walls? Maybe we can all take a step back from the busyness of life and really look at how we communicate with each other. I know I have. I don’t get it right all the time; that is for sure!  I don’t think that’s the point. I do try hard to apologize and admit I’m wrong; just did that a couple days ago myself. It’s all about being real and allowing the Holy Spirit to do his work. You do your part and He will do his.
Thanks for listening,
Tuna Jones

Saturday, January 17, 2015

A Basement by 2's.

It's a new year and a new adventure. Living in Washington state has been full of change. We rented a home for 2 months, bought a home during those 2 months, moved twice during those 2 months and now we're taking on a basement. The house we found had an unfinished basement which was great cause we could put our own touch on the place and Terrell could enjoy using his abilities and creativity in building. The girls jumped right in and I, well, I am consulting, being the moral support gal, and trying to stay on the upper 2 levels as much as possible. The plan is to have 2 bedrooms and bathroom, storage room and family room/theatre. Each bedroom has 2 windows and the bathroom will have 2 sinks. Two girls will live down there and with this theme of twos, maybe it will be done and ready to enjoy in 2 months!
The HD  has truly become our store of choice for most of our supplies. They made one BIG delivery of all the lumber, sheetrock, and insulation. It is piled up on one side of the basement along with our "stuff. We are moving our "stuff" from place to place or up in the dining room. We've had contractors coming and going giving us bids for work from plumbing to electrical to inserting windows. It's a learning game for sure and my man rocks with this kind of work.

We hauled all the lumber, sheetrock and insulation from the garage to the basement. Boo counted how many times these stairs were used that day, too many to count!

 Once we had our plans in hand from the architect, T started framing.

This is Bec's walk-in closet. I know, How does she rank? She would say pret-ty good

Two beautiful helpers.

I could only think of Rosie the Riveter when I took this picture. My girls are just awesome. I know I'm partial but seriously, nail guns, hammers, and building walls!

Back in the day of  living in Northern Cal, we have a friend who helped T with another home project. I hear him saying."Measure twice, cut once". D. Smith... here you go. "Measure twice, nail once".

Oh Hollywood! She's so silly. Everyone has been a helping hand or 2. We can't wait to enjoy this handiwork!