Glass Houses

With this window-replacement project going on at home this week, we're feeling a bit exposed with no curtains or blinds up. You know how they say people who live in glass houses should not throw stones? Well, they shouldn't parade around naked either. Not that we do that...

Actually the project is coming along nicely. We (especially the cat) are excited about the new bay window replacing our picture window. We (especially me) are dismayed, though, about how much "stuff" we had to rearrange to make room for the project.

When we had to move Carter's bunk beds a few feet away from the wall, for example, he warned us to be careful because there was stuff under the bed. Daddy and I got on our hands and knees and saw it was pretty jam-packed with old toys and books and stuff. I was ready to let loose but recalled that "glass houses" phrase. Don't criticize other people when you yourself have faults and weaknesses ...

I'm pretty sure I know where Carter gets that "collecting" gene! After all, his room wasn't the only one with too much stuff!

Don't you wish we could just pass along our "good" genes? I am thrilled, for example, when Carter uses his creativity, which he likely got from both of his right-brained parents.

Remember when I said he was presenting a story (he wrote) to the class and he was making cardboard cut-outs for the two main characters? You can see below what he did for the Hobo and Bill (the space guy). This was all his idea -- I just provided some of the supplies (that I've collected over the years).




Pretty cool, huh?

Sometimes we just need to look out a new window to see a clearer picture of what we've got. Whether he's a collector or a creative thinker, we're just plain blessed. We'll be happy to put that on display in our glass house any time.