tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78128177919268453552024-03-07T15:48:49.659-08:00the red ninea creative little dittySunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.comBlogger301125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-1395586964067028482014-04-01T06:36:00.000-07:002014-04-01T06:36:49.061-07:00All the earthPsalm 66:1-4
Shout joyfully to God, all the earth; Sing the glory of His name; Make His praise glorious. Say to God, "How awesome are Thy works! Because of the greatness of Thy power Thine enemies will give feigned obedience to Thee. "All the earth will worship Thee, and will sing praises to Thee; They will sing praises to Thy name."
All the earth. Every person, creature, plant, stone, and tree... All the earth.
We knew that Ramona was going to die. She has been a part of our family for 9 years. Her love, loyalty, and patience will never be forgotten. She was an amazing dog and dearly loved. So, when my children asked me if she would be in Heaven, I had to answer them honestly.
"I don't know."
You see the Bible doesn't say whether or not animals go to Heaven. Throughout our discussion on this topic, my son, Liam, responded "But she was a good dog! She should get to go to Heaven." To which my older son responded, "Being good doesn't get you into Heaven Liam, it is whether or not you know Jesus." And you know what, he is right.
I don't think animals are necessarily good or bad. In the same way that a tree isn't good or bad. It just is. I think the same is true for animals. I think they are a reflection of environment mostly. I don't think squirrels are good or bad... or spiders either. Even though I can't stand spiders. (((shudder)))
Well, I obviously think Ramona was a "good" dog. I think she is a reflection of the love bestowed upon her. I think she was put on earth for our enjoyment. And she successfully fulfilled her purpose. So, will she be in Heaven?
I think so. Because of Psalm 66: 1-4. All the earth will praise Him. When I was talking to the kids, I asked them, "Can you praise someone that you don't know? What about someone that you don't love?" No. You can't. And if all the earth will praise Him, I think that means that it will all be there. Every stone that cries out. Every tree that claps its hands.
"For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands." Isaiah 55:12
When I was considering all of this, I thought it sounded ridiculous. Every single dandelion that I mow over... every drop of water... every cricket... It is too much! And the thought hit me so profoundly, that I stopped right where I was.
"Heaven is big enough."
Heaven is beyond my imagination. It is more than I can comprehend. It is big enough. More than big enough.
Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-68677304029765283382014-03-30T19:01:00.001-07:002014-04-01T06:33:37.178-07:00Split.Grief really doesn't pick favorites.
He holds no contests.
Pain is real and tears are wet.
When you are in the moment of despair. When the oxygen pulls at your heart, between heavy sobs, and the pressure is so great that you think that... just maybe... it might actually break.
Split. Into two jagged fragments... still beating.
But never the same.
That grief is something that we all share. That pain. That shattering sob. And we don't unite in it. We judge in it. We harbor it. And we lock ourselves away, in that dark spot. Where the pain actually feels good in an addictive kind of way.
Grief comes in all kinds of ways. He looks different every time. He parades around loudly, shouting from the pinnacle of disaster. Sometimes, he slides in through the back door and hides in corners where nobody knows he is there... except for you. He comes clothed in panic, shame, despair, regret, and anger. He whispers the things we can't say out loud.
Grief isn't wrong. But I think, if we stay there. If we choose to live there. He can become a thief of the life that he just ransacked.
Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-69646023680738042302011-08-15T19:27:00.000-07:002011-11-26T08:08:57.837-08:00KindergartenFirst of all, that is a weird word...<br /><br />Anyway, Oliver starts kindergarten tomorrow. And I am literally crying right now.... have been crying off and on for 2 days. I am pathetic. So, I decided to whip up a Top 10 list...<br /><br />Top 10 Things NOT to do when your kid is going to kindergarten!<br /><br />1. Do NOT go in and lay in bed with them just to watch them sleep. Do Not rub their hair softly. Do NOT talk to them about how much you are going to miss them everyday even though they can't hear you speaking. Do NOT start sobbing and snotting everywhere and wipe you nose on their pillow. <br /><br />2. Do NOT spend hours gazing and fawning over old scrapbooks and photo albums of them when they were babies. Do NOT explain to them what you thought the first time you laid eyes on them. Do NOT relive the day they were born and try to figure out how they are old enough to go to school all day.<br /><br />3. Do NOT try to trick yourself into thinking that summer will last forever. Do NOT think that if you ignore the fact that school is around the corner, it won't actually rear it's ugly little head. Because it happens, quick.<br /><br />4. Do NOT take them shoe shopping only to realize that you have been shamming their little feet into shoes that are not 1, but 2 sizes too small! Then, do NOT be completely mystified by the fact that your children have indeed managed to GROW. Do NOT immediately feel saddened by the fact that you missed out on getting them new shoes for an entire shoe size!<br /><br />5. Do NOT continue your ride on the guilty mom express by agonizing over the lost opportunities to make memories, play games, and tickle that you squandered while cooking, folding laundry, or coughfacebook,pinterest,bloggercough doing other frivolous activities.<br /><br />6. Do NOT think about the fact that you are going to miss all of those funny phrases that they say so randomly. Like out of nowhere in the van today Oliver tells me that an elephant should go to the city pool and drink it all up if he is thirsty. Or hearing them sing the wrong words to lyrics in a song. Or getting kisses for nothing. Or hiding in the house just to scare the crap out of them when I am bored. Or dancing in the living room. Or singing him to sleep at naptime... ugh, I am bawling. again.<br /><br />7. Do NOT remember your first day of kindergarten. Do NOT remember the nervous anxiety that swallowed me whole when I realized that my mom was leaving. Do NOT remember that despite how nice Mrs. Hiatt was, I still felt so alone... and scared. Do NOT remember how minutes lasted for hours. Do NOT remember feeling so insignificant. <br /><br />8. Do NOT go through their closet and pull out all of the old clothes that are too small and then be crushed by the fact that this will only happen again and again. Growing and growing. Baby. Toddler. Preschooler. Elementary... Do NOT wish that you could just freeze time right here, right now. <br /><br />9. Do NOT go into their room to tuck them in goodnight. Do NOT let the following happen to you... I walk into the boys' room and sit down on Oliver's bed. I lean down and give him a kiss. "I love you buddy." "I love you too Momma." Then he gently picks up a few strands of my hair as I am leaning over his face; my hair spread around us like a little curtain. He begins to twirl my hair as he usually does. He looks up at me, with a slight smile, but still a little worry in his eyes. "Momma, are ya gunna miss me?" Tears instantly flood my eyes. I can't let him see me upset. I fight them. "yeah" I reply in small whisper. He knows that I am sad. "Me too Momma... me too." I give him a big hug. Tickle him. And bolt for the door.<br /><br />10. Do NOT blink. This is the only first day of kindergarten that they are going to get. This is the first day of a new era. Make it big! Make it fun! Make it theirs! To hold onto and remember 24 years later when their kids are going to school... Do NOT blink, it will be here before we know it.<br /><br />Best of luck to all the mommas out there. Drink a cup of coffee and try to really be happy. We are blessed. God is good.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-85593795596684526072011-02-28T16:47:00.001-08:002011-02-28T16:53:46.341-08:00Put the baby to bed.I have this habit of buying junk at yard sales. Like junk. Stuff that looks like it should be in a dumpster. Justin usually gives me the look. But alas, I pay my .25 and move on. Shamming it into the van. I always have the best of intentions. Sometimes, it just takes me a little while to see the plan through. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfKcOwAmJlQ441gUymemsYYEvynrwuZLkgBKyCu6F3vvVgZKAQwTMTRjYIxdHCPRqmMGR5mGiNj0E44cdayqTEA9ReWPnshE26TT-djPcPt-7eL2Nt7wd7Um5RVjiMSqG6vS21Cxtdh5G/s1600/sewing+creations+043.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZfKcOwAmJlQ441gUymemsYYEvynrwuZLkgBKyCu6F3vvVgZKAQwTMTRjYIxdHCPRqmMGR5mGiNj0E44cdayqTEA9ReWPnshE26TT-djPcPt-7eL2Nt7wd7Um5RVjiMSqG6vS21Cxtdh5G/s320/sewing+creations+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578907374136525890" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_95vSp9f2qE6O3S2kCfir4ikrdSsHNQr3rpTT1Hhk65GkcYl5MWnUSwVBkmsMeHC2tK-6G7v3YcwJ0bpSdMmNOmvSVIMtEN337EdzvR8QLSQhdugQeg-P_0HTLf1eeWH66Gk8D20jSG58/s1600/sewing+creations+042.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_95vSp9f2qE6O3S2kCfir4ikrdSsHNQr3rpTT1Hhk65GkcYl5MWnUSwVBkmsMeHC2tK-6G7v3YcwJ0bpSdMmNOmvSVIMtEN337EdzvR8QLSQhdugQeg-P_0HTLf1eeWH66Gk8D20jSG58/s320/sewing+creations+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578907363779299074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPMR-PjedcyAeqI3MxVDSpef7nM4D6vfxLo45ABDlxfYFeC_5KoJLCX5uopN8vN6xrkUws6fnC0F0twgSqHhyq4akA0f1yvuojlPWcNZ6Sd85WIZ0d1F7dB_Pc4mM5jx2UUAfYu2qrlu1/s1600/sewing+creations+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPMR-PjedcyAeqI3MxVDSpef7nM4D6vfxLo45ABDlxfYFeC_5KoJLCX5uopN8vN6xrkUws6fnC0F0twgSqHhyq4akA0f1yvuojlPWcNZ6Sd85WIZ0d1F7dB_Pc4mM5jx2UUAfYu2qrlu1/s320/sewing+creations+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578907361874340242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_LD-f2tEH8ljpX17V9V6ftiyNtcjgLizq2ygDUMKuy0cpPW5hU9YVgTQuHEFZuq52Kre3rq2_aQsuKBxDSAqNSApWtpTwcWXEHwiDAKMO6WPO83dfJpx2x-y0S_0nQqBFlSNztZRnOu9/s1600/sewing+creations+039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-_LD-f2tEH8ljpX17V9V6ftiyNtcjgLizq2ygDUMKuy0cpPW5hU9YVgTQuHEFZuq52Kre3rq2_aQsuKBxDSAqNSApWtpTwcWXEHwiDAKMO6WPO83dfJpx2x-y0S_0nQqBFlSNztZRnOu9/s320/sewing+creations+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578907351651670274" /></a><br />But I did it. I bought each of these for a quarter. The little "kitchen" or basic stand was a nasty burgundy color. A little paint, velcro, and fabric and Viola! The cradle was a dirty dirty dirty supposed to white about 5 years ago. Spraypaint, little mattress, quilt, and pillow and now Eliza can put the baby to bed. .50 isn't too bad... I used stuff from my stash for all the rest.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-72327496050259392672011-02-28T16:32:00.000-08:002011-02-28T16:47:08.972-08:00Yet another dress for loulou.I really liked this dress from Old Navy. But, I don't want to spend money. And it is only available in the big girl sizes. And it is long sleeved. So, I thought about it and decided to try to make something similar. I usually don't sew with jersey knit. It wasn't that bad really. I wanted it to be more empire waist than it turned out. But, it will do the trick. I am really on a red, white, blue, and yellow kick. I might add a fabric flower to this one. Not sure yet. I have another dress that I made... hmmm, let me see if I took any photos of it. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGNuAGNuJjyDnexrmfxBqGHLtGbgwchtbjNFPWXPymv7ee0QDuojTzGoNQ_TtDECpHSxB_TIJl2FzNA9VDo5rAN35Yovb6WBO_TlsIK-npk2QHbWicfDV11Dkbwtf3UJsZHhEKCA0ySqJ/s1600/on+dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIGNuAGNuJjyDnexrmfxBqGHLtGbgwchtbjNFPWXPymv7ee0QDuojTzGoNQ_TtDECpHSxB_TIJl2FzNA9VDo5rAN35Yovb6WBO_TlsIK-npk2QHbWicfDV11Dkbwtf3UJsZHhEKCA0ySqJ/s320/on+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578903678833851234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqofks7J5MWXdqB5V5lPhXZdv90hpm9vexAyFB2AB70YtTVj9koSjtnMOVIdlXJuP0LwD1g5P7dIp2faNSZ9UYS_5JEXkGcnGVCTxKcKPEYp9zmNUv4HNJCti-uPNA5j8jeTCgZ4Xve1V4/s1600/sewing+creations+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqofks7J5MWXdqB5V5lPhXZdv90hpm9vexAyFB2AB70YtTVj9koSjtnMOVIdlXJuP0LwD1g5P7dIp2faNSZ9UYS_5JEXkGcnGVCTxKcKPEYp9zmNUv4HNJCti-uPNA5j8jeTCgZ4Xve1V4/s320/sewing+creations+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578903349808450690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLRkqOjXd-OGnfx2OXxBEqS5ABKA9Obh7VWNJPMpX3w22QHjpiiTnZGBf9oN-mh0JwgUzAu5dxJDlk48jFDcWCWF6Ln0kUa-qbR9lZV8L6xVeDtF1BaTP_oBHYOArbfNcj9u8e-IxvYyw/s1600/sewing+creations+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLRkqOjXd-OGnfx2OXxBEqS5ABKA9Obh7VWNJPMpX3w22QHjpiiTnZGBf9oN-mh0JwgUzAu5dxJDlk48jFDcWCWF6Ln0kUa-qbR9lZV8L6xVeDtF1BaTP_oBHYOArbfNcj9u8e-IxvYyw/s320/sewing+creations+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578903343009397586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPr8je-K_WDQ2BFc6uMhlQ0Rh7HoLU04U_zdaEtrAFYsi8PLa7Lu8WNDeWSixBZl6fD59QyMKvtQ03qpJ99Nt5J1km-KOY6ZIuccqNg7CwdpvwqgF6z97FnriozgHE8o6Fx_6QtfpGVcc/s1600/sewing+creations+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPr8je-K_WDQ2BFc6uMhlQ0Rh7HoLU04U_zdaEtrAFYsi8PLa7Lu8WNDeWSixBZl6fD59QyMKvtQ03qpJ99Nt5J1km-KOY6ZIuccqNg7CwdpvwqgF6z97FnriozgHE8o6Fx_6QtfpGVcc/s320/sewing+creations+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578903338827022914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlFfrn3ehVFBS30ZHHJwtjNzU5XVIdY9KRDBy_KTbzxTQjCveLRelEbuNdJFMCgRDrX0xpFM4VO9gXmSbJGjQvLdhiiko4HQT3jfsrrTV0S3Ix15Hx5EZElPtuoZCztdBLGA6ysA35WY8/s1600/sewing+creations+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHlFfrn3ehVFBS30ZHHJwtjNzU5XVIdY9KRDBy_KTbzxTQjCveLRelEbuNdJFMCgRDrX0xpFM4VO9gXmSbJGjQvLdhiiko4HQT3jfsrrTV0S3Ix15Hx5EZElPtuoZCztdBLGA6ysA35WY8/s320/sewing+creations+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578903334037057378" /></a><br />Well, you are in luck! I did take some photos. I just lopped off the top of a t-shirt and attached the skirt to it. The skirt was just a basic gathered tiered skirt. Nothing fancy. But I love it!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKC953Vj_JZIu9YqXlUe-g_1q2uPjBMdyrrY_Is46liXqyWjOQsv6yQXS-6o_FFe1OBd4-omflPsMFowVnrSQ0CBxkc_mZw-OELZqtaXJRezcqM0VQZ15dGFtjKO0QlPbSWpe9I0viSBD/s1600/feb+2011+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTKC953Vj_JZIu9YqXlUe-g_1q2uPjBMdyrrY_Is46liXqyWjOQsv6yQXS-6o_FFe1OBd4-omflPsMFowVnrSQ0CBxkc_mZw-OELZqtaXJRezcqM0VQZ15dGFtjKO0QlPbSWpe9I0viSBD/s320/feb+2011+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578906248784943586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZEimzt6xkF2uLrbR_hY6oLwxeK8FBktAQ7msofP0txKPSFjn1or3qOnPfrEyI9d4uA4LPbwrl9uGD0TCxSqwitxPISIk9PJrz_2THDhB0lkhMNa94LY0sjJ8SrqhhfjnQn8dpdZrdJTX/s1600/feb+2011+017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTZEimzt6xkF2uLrbR_hY6oLwxeK8FBktAQ7msofP0txKPSFjn1or3qOnPfrEyI9d4uA4LPbwrl9uGD0TCxSqwitxPISIk9PJrz_2THDhB0lkhMNa94LY0sjJ8SrqhhfjnQn8dpdZrdJTX/s320/feb+2011+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578906241499093890" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7OIrmKe_h3AlWpWt9QPs8dF54xSzTS206TxXphtwQrjaeWZ3DN-IPYkf4IZUdPQAdrttv1JrOPCNB9fI5nekXn1vwMEM4yzYWiom5AHPE4edehqvkxii9VZhzWHA-sjRfPTr4p1lNnki/s1600/feb+2011+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG7OIrmKe_h3AlWpWt9QPs8dF54xSzTS206TxXphtwQrjaeWZ3DN-IPYkf4IZUdPQAdrttv1JrOPCNB9fI5nekXn1vwMEM4yzYWiom5AHPE4edehqvkxii9VZhzWHA-sjRfPTr4p1lNnki/s320/feb+2011+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578906239792210338" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-63352486112039337942011-02-27T19:06:00.000-08:002011-02-27T19:31:42.076-08:00Come on Summer...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9F90FvOV5E30jCf4Yrq_tvyJLgw1cZvGYmzT_QYX9Oic5c4K8AF7FPwjHYucZ3e_iE89z7uMib1UtSeudMWSbjwUsbiwmJYAl2oRyIbdI-Qoq1LU15l42ue5iPfhN1DsdC_EnYbCWgg1/s1600/eliza+027.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8hFz8zogzx-4ij7wwQtjtReAZgh6MKsmT6DExl-dQD70pCu4EfkDOksPb6oPmE0wOnEYETyx7vsRNfRC5KH93Ba3I_2PD7LZ2JCkhATw9SnRgcmf_GWoas0i5ZmfmkW-3tL8QpF4Wmhl/s320/eliza+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578572612257674274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9_DRcrZEEUhu6IEdpMeUr-17I4YM6smd00VKeBucRpsdftHrdcPtaNPgvWZlyK2hdgzX-7BVlVG-jGV6AraLUCRvv57Ld656tFZCu0Mju6AD8mteECYeT7bNV9zIc-FFXWkFjTA-jR76/s1600/eliza+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo9_DRcrZEEUhu6IEdpMeUr-17I4YM6smd00VKeBucRpsdftHrdcPtaNPgvWZlyK2hdgzX-7BVlVG-jGV6AraLUCRvv57Ld656tFZCu0Mju6AD8mteECYeT7bNV9zIc-FFXWkFjTA-jR76/s320/eliza+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578572606208545618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6pmXeWej0bNhn8xWYiWMHjo-PTHaE8HtRNW1LwHgXNJnOysU_i_3h3zX5qxxTyrMopQPr45Mpr4BGj0uqFZuzQP1STu1tbVAu_sSLHQmBywPdtxsd-366-1_MbPSd1NvnA-ksldSc3pk/s1600/eliza+025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl6pmXeWej0bNhn8xWYiWMHjo-PTHaE8HtRNW1LwHgXNJnOysU_i_3h3zX5qxxTyrMopQPr45Mpr4BGj0uqFZuzQP1STu1tbVAu_sSLHQmBywPdtxsd-366-1_MbPSd1NvnA-ksldSc3pk/s320/eliza+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578572601555760354" /></a><br />Good gracious I wish warm weather would makes it way here. I enjoy winter... for the first few weeks. Then, I am ready for my 70 degree weather again. So, I thought I would do a little sweet summertime sewing, to hopefully induce Spring. I made 2 of these outfits. One for Eliza and one for a new baby named Eden. (I love that name!) I also made matching bloomers. The other photos are the rest of the baby shower gift that I made. I have really enjoyed getting back to my sewing. I think I am going to make a giant to-do list. Because I am a list maker. But, I only make lists because I love to cross things off of them. <br /><br />Other things, I was talking with Oliver and Liam tonight at bedtime. It started to storm and thunder and they were frightened. So, I went into their room. We talked about rain, lightning, and thunder. Oliver looked at me and said, "God just talks and raises his hands and makes tornadoes and storms, right momma?" I was blown away. "Yes, Oliver that is right. How did you know that?" "I just knowed, Momma." Then we were talking about how God is perfect and the great creator. And we are sinners. We discussed what sin is. We talked about the things that we do that are wrong. We talked about how that sin keeps us from being able to be with God, because He is perfect. We talked about how Jesus died on the cross to pay for our sins. And that if we believe that Jesus is the son of God, and He died on the cross for our sins, and we say we are sorry and ask God to forgive us for our sins, then we can go to Heaven someday. We talked about how much Jesus loves us. And how mean the people were to Jesus. We talked about how we get to Heaven and where Heaven is. Oliver asked if God colored outside the lines. Liam asked if God made skateboards. We talked about how we will all be together with God someday in Heaven. And Oliver said, "Momma, Jesus will scoop us up in his arms out of the stream. But there's no alligators or crocodiles in the water. And he will carry us up to Heaven." I don't know what stream he is talking about. But I love the image... of my Saviour scooping me up. Cradling my children. Taking us out of this world. I see myself resting my head on his chest. Feet dangling. And He protects me. I want my Jesus to carry me everyday. And I am so thankful for my little boy giving me a gentle reminder of the joy that exists in the arms of Christ. God teaches me so much just through the act of being a mother.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-34654531492911503062011-02-09T11:23:00.000-08:002011-02-09T11:43:06.985-08:00I'm ticked.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVB1gacO8k6om0zqbR9-LokdEibWMhoeEW1rL12kgIFgQF7zSnKGNv6V8ZJ7q1WDXZQ7DCYyUro6uj_kFLVThzMi8sJYhKHmEIk1dObN1B4B_UJwR_bv4g6icXVC_ahNhFOg-SOWuJsNH/s1600/abortionmurder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQVB1gacO8k6om0zqbR9-LokdEibWMhoeEW1rL12kgIFgQF7zSnKGNv6V8ZJ7q1WDXZQ7DCYyUro6uj_kFLVThzMi8sJYhKHmEIk1dObN1B4B_UJwR_bv4g6icXVC_ahNhFOg-SOWuJsNH/s320/abortionmurder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571774062135025010" /></a><br />"I've got two daughters. 9 years old and 6 years old. I am going to teach them first of all about values and morals. But if they make a mistake, I don't want them punished with a baby."<br />Barack Obama<br /><br />Check out this link:<br /><a href="http://familylifenz.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/abortionist-reflects-on-dismembering-one-baby-while-feeling-her-own-flutter-in-her-womb/">Lisa Harris</a><br /><br />“There was a leg and foot in my forceps, and a ‘thump, thump’ in my abdomen. Instantly, tears were streaming from my eyes.” So writes abortionist Lisa Harris in a disturbing article relating her experiences as an abortionist, particularly her anguished and “brutally visceral” experience of dismembering an 18 week gestation unborn child, while 18 weeks pregnant herself.<br /><br />This makes me cry. <br />Because I am angry.<br />Because I am sad.<br />Because I cannot and refuse to sit back and let this continue to go on.<br /><br />If you think you can handle it, check out this website,<br /><a href="http://www.bibleprobe.com/abortion.htm">abortion</a> <br /><br />The information here brought me to tears. And don't ignore it because it is uncomfortable. This is real life people. And it is time to buck up and take a look at what we are doing! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-QnWP0vCIQcckMYspXt0za8-INpVtXSTPPRs2XJ4qobwK9MNArskePxG_tz9XpFqSOZSVek9UNTih5qQX_6R-ot4h8RSV9r0Ha3jjqCkNV32_ZmwEYa7Ky_UW5R1Ig6A8aKvKj_mAitc/s1600/thehandofhope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-QnWP0vCIQcckMYspXt0za8-INpVtXSTPPRs2XJ4qobwK9MNArskePxG_tz9XpFqSOZSVek9UNTih5qQX_6R-ot4h8RSV9r0Ha3jjqCkNV32_ZmwEYa7Ky_UW5R1Ig6A8aKvKj_mAitc/s320/thehandofhope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571774066334749058" /></a><br /><br /><br />I am sickened by the selfishness of modern women. And the audacity of the excuses that we call men that stand by encourage such behavior. Our nation, this world, is a pathetic excuse. And I know that God will judge our actions. And there is mighty army of murdered unborn babies that will want to hear our "reasons" our "rights"... What about their "rights"? <br /><br /><em>Luke 17:1-2<br /><br />Then said he unto the disciples, It is impossible but that offences will come: but woe unto him, through whom they come! It were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he cast into the sea, than that he should offend one of these little ones</em><br /><br />We need more people like this young girl. <br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wOR1wUqvJS4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />And for all we know, we could have had thousands more, and they could have just been aborted. These babies have a story. They have skills, talents, and a purpose. And we are ripping (literally) all of their potential away from them.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-34947592437148043732010-12-02T06:07:00.001-08:002010-12-02T06:07:14.048-08:00Kids Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AbOHLVu0ZOGPA/0AbOHLVu0ZOGPOLA/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1291298803000/0/"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Lovely Branches Green 5x7 folded card</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Unique party <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/" style="color: #6666cc;">invitations and announcements</a> by Shutterfly.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-29955699680822472382010-12-01T10:28:00.000-08:002010-12-01T11:02:27.217-08:00Power.<div><object width="512" height="322"><param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="AllowScriptAccess" VALUE="always" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><param name="flashVars" value="id=1617390&vid=53686&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v0/w157/53686_100_70.jpeg%3Fx%3D158%26y%3D111%26sig%3DzdIurzYFxvwEd1elf1VNpw--&embed=1" /><embed src="http://d.yimg.com/static.video.yahoo.com/yep/YV_YEP.swf?ver=2.2.46" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="512" height="322" allowFullScreen="true" AllowScriptAccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashVars="id=1617390&vid=53686&lang=en-us&intl=us&thumbUrl=http%3A//l.yimg.com/a/i/us/sch/cn/v/v0/w157/53686_100_70.jpeg%3Fx%3D158%26y%3D111%26sig%3DzdIurzYFxvwEd1elf1VNpw--&embed=1" ></embed></object><br /><a href="http://video.yahoo.com/watch/53686/1617390">Christmas Eve Sarajevo - Trans-Siberian Orchestra</a> @ <a href="http://video.yahoo.com" >Yahoo! Video</a></div><br />Christmas music is usually light.<br />Christmas music is usually happy.<br />Christmas music is usually jolly.<br /><br />This Christmas song is powerful.<br />This Christmas song is heavy.<br />This Christmas song gives me goosebumps.<br /><br />Christmas is a jolly time. <br />But it is a serious time as well.<br />It is when our Saviour was born, only to die for sins.<br /><br />When you think of the weight of that moment.<br />The moment that Christ took His first breath in a manger.<br />The moment the world changed.<br /><br />It is powerful.<br />All of this time, God knowingly gave us His son.<br />Because of His love for us.<br /><br />Mary, exhausted, gazing at her newborn son.<br />Fearful for the life that lay before Him.<br />Surrendered to be a servant to her God, no matter the cost.<br /><br />This Christmas I want to remember what the true meaning of this holiday season is.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-67339147897191355982010-11-27T19:38:00.000-08:002010-11-27T20:26:24.903-08:00In a blink.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyp_8dO4RfW9Xie0oPxPqJFxazzmdMP7XrG4prTmdhJ7VoqTJSSV6iTnOYirOinZkbaQ9dUj3tpJAakrzbVG83wxe1l7T7oVQujfJF9XbGX7kMiy1R3oBZdHb1A8atKywL7aNO8KqPMhPW/s1600/Invite+flat.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil8SnzGfWfSrVGX_nB6yjbfNUVhOe6wQS7ee8CjaWW5UlHqyy6j60YTCPQX-1IUwFDUx_o-TOyOL_A7P7iTZe9RAxRt_PMcHwWvvUJudj-cJnM70_75xyo-bgPjuf-Xz8XKHJdFo2snhz9/s320/cake+puff+clean.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544447003476640610" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJc8PYuyE0PGOKYuABFGOYBK0s5PbvnD9oo_saJtoM5SQubep3Z7ttuwCKDkLn80l89Qz8GCQDPQbW6lnts4UNdQMem0WA2LcU0hlJYwYxxkIVpp9j7LNoyL3tKp_x-xTWX1hcYD9wvxu/s1600/cake+emblem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiJc8PYuyE0PGOKYuABFGOYBK0s5PbvnD9oo_saJtoM5SQubep3Z7ttuwCKDkLn80l89Qz8GCQDPQbW6lnts4UNdQMem0WA2LcU0hlJYwYxxkIVpp9j7LNoyL3tKp_x-xTWX1hcYD9wvxu/s320/cake+emblem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544446994659467794" /></a><br />Ewiza Jane.<br />wittleone.<br />hungry bird.<br /><br />You started growl-huffing this week, and it cracks me up.<br />You speak fluent "baa" and "uh-oh".<br />Blowing raspberries and smacking your lips.<br /><br />Brothers are hugs and clapping.<br />Smash-face time is my favorite. <br />(When we squish our faces together and you try to bite my nose.)<br /><br />You climb stairs with ease.<br />You crawl on one knee.<br />Cruising around the room holding onto furniture.<br /><br />Bananas, yogurt drops, and cheerios are in the top 3.<br />You like just about all foods.<br />When you don't want something, you shake your head no. (this kills me!)<br /><br />I still smell your hair.<br />I still pat your bottom.<br />I still rub your cheeks as you fall asleep.<br /><br />You know the meaning of "no". <br />You cry generally every time you hear the word "no".<br />You have this face where you make the most heart breaking frown... <br /><br />I wonder what you will be like a year from now.<br />I can't believe a year has gone by already.<br />I want you to forever be momma's little birdie bird.<br /><br />I love to watch you and Daddy play together.<br />I know that you have a very special place in his heart.<br />I can't wait to watch you grow into the woman that God wants you to be.<br /><br />Eliza Jane, you are beautiful in so many ways.<br />You have a wonderful story to tell.<br />I am so blessed to be your momma.<br /><br />I love you.<br />I love you.<br />I love you.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-64112153970532005502010-11-02T11:24:00.001-07:002010-11-02T11:57:17.588-07:00Happy Halloween... late.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wHCVz_hF6UohIi3hpJgu9rRz7BRxrsaqQmso5k1HcjiKQdKGhLpJPN6v13_D49FfIoIAXsrqYKntmxViiAkepr45miEre1OAM0LgdlF2PB1ehAKI8ZPbFclh4wgYb92NkTX_4-PT2L1z/s1600/e.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5ggL_82DJJ0ifWMMuPBzK4USYXFuPv2l1YY4uoMrNXqrsxIyky_0Aars7Rxv_hyphenhyphenHMLjlrmIizmIjtkJuwefVQVow-6pta2ePZ5efezlAUJoA83UKtwezrMRH2KNHy37xJlyKd7F49YTrN/s320/Halloween+2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535026376522910658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfA6OEfT7o2O7fTP4LRvyj9jSmR9y3qCD98ogMGVdo7hPSnmg_ntvEXK2FIIkfSTnxM-nzC2VZQsnmrq2-AA2Y5VnbHYH2camwFc0SWhxE5dCMe-RkzdamRrF_XelKFqWT7acDhFzvdL9p/s1600/Halloween+2010+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfA6OEfT7o2O7fTP4LRvyj9jSmR9y3qCD98ogMGVdo7hPSnmg_ntvEXK2FIIkfSTnxM-nzC2VZQsnmrq2-AA2Y5VnbHYH2camwFc0SWhxE5dCMe-RkzdamRrF_XelKFqWT7acDhFzvdL9p/s320/Halloween+2010+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535026362387575922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KikNDG3hCgOxnWsbJTJkfPRWdBYMvA_VorbIGPAxowOQDZWj2Z-5wGN_WKWj0MksrRIuio0PI6tN3ehZppGkEucVYsX836AFz4BWeIv7KkM49M2ODday1bn12xQ8C-hDs_2qXBHe6Lqr/s1600/Halloween+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4KikNDG3hCgOxnWsbJTJkfPRWdBYMvA_VorbIGPAxowOQDZWj2Z-5wGN_WKWj0MksrRIuio0PI6tN3ehZppGkEucVYsX836AFz4BWeIv7KkM49M2ODday1bn12xQ8C-hDs_2qXBHe6Lqr/s320/Halloween+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535026356399242114" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9QL-ki_uBa_k_ZmesWOfPZXXArm-D8IQ-cayRu3F4cuiJM_lBenaT6c-yr8wQOUa9r52ICjKJJU5AfXyq4NNCpW4OVrOxKZ1N54JJQuCT4E4olF1Iaqvcrv4Eb98ulp15stXrW8mRm5-/s1600/Halloween+2010+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha9QL-ki_uBa_k_ZmesWOfPZXXArm-D8IQ-cayRu3F4cuiJM_lBenaT6c-yr8wQOUa9r52ICjKJJU5AfXyq4NNCpW4OVrOxKZ1N54JJQuCT4E4olF1Iaqvcrv4Eb98ulp15stXrW8mRm5-/s320/Halloween+2010+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535026348360046722" /></a><br />Wow... things have been crazy in our home! I have been blessed to be quite busy with my photography. Which is great. But... I miss just being "momma". So, going out Trick-or-Treating with the kids was a sweet treat. (get it...) <br /><br />A little background on Halloween in our home. Liam is terrified of it. Period. He seriously freaks out. We have zero decorations. Except a pumpkin that I painted to look like Thomas and one like Olivia. I have had friends that have had to take down their decorations because he wouldn't stop crying. And these decorations weren't even scary. But, we decided to try and go trick-or-treating again anyway. We parked the van downtown Attica, and started to unload everyone. We were walking toward the businesses that were passing out candy when Justin and I heard Liam whispering to himself... "I can do dis. I can do dis. I can do dis." We immediately looked at each other, trying to hold back our laughter. It was just too sweet. He had a grip on Justin's hand and wouldn't let go. Needless to say, he only made it for about 5 minutes. Then he said, "I wanna outta here. I'm ready to be done." So Justin took him to the van while Oliver, Eliza, and I finished for about 15 minutes or so. We went to my mom's house for some chili and my nephew Andrew was there. Liam wanted to go trick-or-treating with Andrew. He did great!!! He went for over an hour. No problems! We were so proud of him and kept cheering him on. It is such a great feeling to witness our child overcome a fear. I was thinking that this must be a very small comparison to what God feels when we trust Him and take a step of faith and conquer a fear, trial, or situation. <br />I know I have totally sucked at keeping up on blogging. And I don't predict it will get better anytime soon. I am swamped over here. :) But this winter I plan to do a lot more.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-11083899470887396892010-09-15T13:50:00.000-07:002010-09-15T14:21:53.271-07:00Whooo are Yooouuu?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtTGP7ehgM7JI1hKxC_83UgYY51DZ8Iylw7rPmySPhahcChHsf_ghmBF-CMPMdSvW-EzSQIAYobXONcg3uOfphoAsVODarSPKyDLqeiAudG73fD3FtxUPHQSeUyByvrocEcf97vvcmu2t/s1600/PB_owl_costume.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtTGP7ehgM7JI1hKxC_83UgYY51DZ8Iylw7rPmySPhahcChHsf_ghmBF-CMPMdSvW-EzSQIAYobXONcg3uOfphoAsVODarSPKyDLqeiAudG73fD3FtxUPHQSeUyByvrocEcf97vvcmu2t/s320/PB_owl_costume.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517245878956562178" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.potterybarnkids.com/products/owl-costume/">Infant Owl Costume from Pottery Barn Kids</a><br />I love this costume. But not the $50 price tag. So, I attempted to make my own for Eliza. There were some adjustments made... and it is far from perfect. But I think it will be lovely for Halloween. And it only cost me about $7.00 to make it and the matching dress underneath. <br /><br />I basically made a very amateur hooded cape. Very amateur. (lots of seam ripping took place in the making of this costume.) The ears and the beak look red in the photos.. but they are actually a fushia pink. I also made a very basic dress with ruffled reathers on the front. By using the fleece, I didn't have to fuss with hems or armholes. That was nice. And the fleece will be nice and warm for Halloween night! Brilliant, I know. My biggest bummer... they didn't have tan fleece. So I had to use cream. So, she is a little white owl. Still adorable. I have 2 more costumes to make before Halloween... Liam = bat. Oliver = dragon. I also have about umpteen million photos still to be edited... And here I am blogging. Ugh. <br /><br />Farewell world.<br /><br /> <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzMhtZ5GOrCbGWkXmphyphenhyphenqxg6OjvExoNQWnl6w9pOT8-arCsBXSwNFhP9WZDxhR-blisuM2WhZOX2imCCeC99F2k58Ozgp51NAXngUC3AfwHhQ2IvIEnj3lOuDqZwfz8TaMXqxhSTI-K2A/s1600/Allen+Family+219.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlzMhtZ5GOrCbGWkXmphyphenhyphenqxg6OjvExoNQWnl6w9pOT8-arCsBXSwNFhP9WZDxhR-blisuM2WhZOX2imCCeC99F2k58Ozgp51NAXngUC3AfwHhQ2IvIEnj3lOuDqZwfz8TaMXqxhSTI-K2A/s320/Allen+Family+219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517253398950682962" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkkDItFKIdpBSC0fqqpCex3KFGBktnFCkL5Pa_02RVeiier7Boc3KilctsowfQQBLECNyENmcH97MAvFf576FuwCBD0ml5Ludrrg5szhVi6WC_RHmrypfMfuhYhPuO1CwDRcnjILZUVsn/s1600/Allen+Family+214.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUkkDItFKIdpBSC0fqqpCex3KFGBktnFCkL5Pa_02RVeiier7Boc3KilctsowfQQBLECNyENmcH97MAvFf576FuwCBD0ml5Ludrrg5szhVi6WC_RHmrypfMfuhYhPuO1CwDRcnjILZUVsn/s320/Allen+Family+214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517253383540937426" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEuR8enHsahjSSjOl6uWAOznzC_nOemocDR4QnGHljeoBWmRmmHk-GMPBMMl0VVxSTxkCnwrJIiF2G1HZqAu8W5hjVrfsdMfOAPsy05vTBx2OGplsUQb7XZKAXJvqLLljI6Trzu5ljQy0/s1600/Allen+Family+208.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVEuR8enHsahjSSjOl6uWAOznzC_nOemocDR4QnGHljeoBWmRmmHk-GMPBMMl0VVxSTxkCnwrJIiF2G1HZqAu8W5hjVrfsdMfOAPsy05vTBx2OGplsUQb7XZKAXJvqLLljI6Trzu5ljQy0/s320/Allen+Family+208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517253364360914770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Vrtj0A6GQxDc767wYbZsdJl_2_L_qCxjxju4N7R8gFgLfzX3YjJCY2rrVEu6l1-7j1NEGa5lzHqT4yiPrhfiE7rjSE6ZnA4dFpkva42z5mCTXip3-A1IftLy-HPmGDqteXh3vexuzeOb/s1600/Allen+Family+203.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Vrtj0A6GQxDc767wYbZsdJl_2_L_qCxjxju4N7R8gFgLfzX3YjJCY2rrVEu6l1-7j1NEGa5lzHqT4yiPrhfiE7rjSE6ZnA4dFpkva42z5mCTXip3-A1IftLy-HPmGDqteXh3vexuzeOb/s320/Allen+Family+203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517253354002627138" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2H5w1tRoVngQja17wCXOCeTKOOkHGsjWokMT7hnV1pSoBI-o5Pr2Kogi1LEc1YIftwF82ztmPEcKMg8RCJZo0WEom15di4XUB5iK7od0ng9tHgLbVzKi8wiMm6gGUpihyphenhyphen-cKYSXT-ipt6/s1600/Allen+Family+198.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2H5w1tRoVngQja17wCXOCeTKOOkHGsjWokMT7hnV1pSoBI-o5Pr2Kogi1LEc1YIftwF82ztmPEcKMg8RCJZo0WEom15di4XUB5iK7od0ng9tHgLbVzKi8wiMm6gGUpihyphenhyphen-cKYSXT-ipt6/s320/Allen+Family+198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517253341377397490" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-47801344275997691362010-08-23T11:15:00.000-07:002010-08-23T11:31:58.854-07:00Not Me Monday!It's that time again...<br /><a href="http://mycharmingkids.net/2010/08/not-me-monday-63/">Not Me Monday!</a><br /><br />Motherhood is loaded with judgment and criticism. And I must say that I am the epitome of a glorious shining example of mother of the year...<br /><br />I most certainly did not help my 3 year old put on his underwear, see the skid marks in them, and continue to put them on him anyway. I would never do such a disgusting thing.<br /><br />I would never feed my children cold hotdogs for lunch, 3 days in a row. All because I am not hungry enough to actually cook something. Never.<br /><br />What kind of mother would force her child to try a bite of a bell pepper from the garden only to see moments afterward that there was a worm in the pepper... and then gag... not this mom.<br /><br />Mother of the year would not wake up in the morning with one boob freezing due to its exposure to the chilly air because she was too lazy/tired/exhausted to simply put her bra back on after an early morning feeding for her daughter.<br /><br />Loving, tender, and sweet mothers would never completely flip their lids and begin yelling at her 2 young boys that if they don't pick up the million train tracks and thomas the tank engines, then she would smash them with a hammer and throw them in the garbage... all of this occuring while her 9 month old daughter is puking all over her and the living room floor. After the chaotic moment, her oldest (4 year old) son would look up at her hold out his little hands and say, "Momma, We're gunnaneed you da calm down wif us." A good mother would never lose her cool to the point that the 4 year old is the logical thinker in that scenario. However a good mother would ask for forgiveness. :)<br /><br />Being the fantastic mother that I am, I would never just turn on Max and Ruby so that I could write a blog post and hope for the best for the 3 kiddos in the other room.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-3018976687516898482010-08-02T05:45:00.000-07:002010-08-02T06:04:23.405-07:00Are you a proud or a broken person?<strong>Proud People</strong><br /><br />Focus on the failures of others<br />Self-righteous; have a critical, fault-finding spirit; look at own<br />life/faults through a telescope but others with a microscope<br />Look down on others<br />Independent/self-sufficient spirit<br />Maintain control; must be my way<br />Have to prove that they are right<br />Claim rights<br />Demanding spirit<br />Self-protective of time, rights, reputation<br />Desire to be served<br />Desire to be a success<br />Desire for self-advancement<br />Driven to be recognized/appreciated<br />Wounded when others are promoted and they are overlooked<br />“The ministry is privileged to have me!”<br />Think of what they can do for God<br />Feel confident in how much they know<br />Self-conscious<br />Keep people at arms’ length<br />Quick to blame others<br />Unapproachable<br />Defensive when criticized<br />Concerned with being “respectable”<br />Concerned about what others think<br />Work to maintain image/protect reputation<br />Find it difficult to share their spiritual needs with others<br />Want to be sure nobody finds out about their sin<br />Have a hard time saying, “I was wrong; will you please<br />forgive me?”<br />When confessing sin, deal in generalities<br />Concerned about the consequences of their sins<br />Remorseful over their sin—got caught/found out<br />When there is a misunderstanding or conflict, wait for others to<br />come and ask forgiveness<br />Compare themselves with others and feel deserving of honor<br />Blind to their true heart condition<br />Don’t think they have anything to repent of<br />Don’t think they need revival (Think everybody else does!)<br /><br /><strong><br />Broken People</strong><br />Overwhelmed with sense of their own spiritual need<br />Compassionate; forgiving; look for best in others<br />Esteem all others better than self<br />Dependent spirit/recognize need for others<br />Surrender control<br />Willing to yield the right to be right!<br />Yield rights<br />Giving spirit<br />Self-denying<br />Motivated to serve others<br />Desire to be faithful to make others a success<br />Desire to promote others<br />Sense of unworthiness; thrilled to be used at all;<br />eager for others to get credit<br />Rejoice when others are lifted up<br />“I don’t deserve to serve in this ministry!”<br />Know that they have nothing to offer God<br />Humbled by how much they have to learn<br />Not concerned with self at all<br />Risk getting close to others/willing to take the risks of<br />loving intimately<br />Accept personal responsibility—can see where they were wrong<br />“Easy to be entreated”<br />Receive criticism with a humble, open heart<br />Concerned with being real<br />All that matters is what God knows<br />Die to own reputation<br />Willing to be open/transparent with others<br />Willing to be exposed (Once broken, you don’t care who<br />knows—nothing to lose!)<br />Are quick to admit failure and to seek forgiveness<br />Deal in specifics<br />Grieved over the cause/root of their sins<br />Repentant over sin (forsake it)<br />Take the initiative to be reconciled; see if they can get to the<br />cross first!<br />Compare themselves to the holiness of God and feel desperate<br />need for mercy<br />Walk in the light<br />Continual heart attitude of repentance<br />Continually sense their need for a fresh encounter with the filling<br />of His Spirit! <br /><br /><br />Proud. Really displays an insecurity. A need to make up for something that we feel we are lacking. We feel a need to prove ourselves competent and successful.<br /><br />Broken. Actually shows that we are aware of our need for our God's hand in our lives. We happily depend on His guidance and long for His will.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-75115276809511013522010-07-18T10:06:00.000-07:002010-07-18T10:06:00.584-07:00Liam is turning 3!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRvg4Lo0-bHcTQnjMW4oXJaZQM6hGsg5UOd2m_SEXZtGkLPR_YMTwaNb_8Cw8uzCt_cFHvX7jTq4PYbJ5L2jbUK6loL-QvTp9Z834-oYNrZYytcNTZRqZM3qgT-j5dfb-n1tTY5P8e2W2/s1600/Liam+swing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVRvg4Lo0-bHcTQnjMW4oXJaZQM6hGsg5UOd2m_SEXZtGkLPR_YMTwaNb_8Cw8uzCt_cFHvX7jTq4PYbJ5L2jbUK6loL-QvTp9Z834-oYNrZYytcNTZRqZM3qgT-j5dfb-n1tTY5P8e2W2/s320/Liam+swing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491954315743691522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHjdQkDjGwcZdxCqMCqoD950YBleuF99f99M9KU12fdqlx7XeI40DjJA-MueUFsriRUkW3tEsyq7jU_aF43c0h1fqdd6k-XOtlEqloi7uPxj-JzcL2-AhIMq5F4yaHOD5By9048waOQH3/s1600/Liam+arms+crossed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHjdQkDjGwcZdxCqMCqoD950YBleuF99f99M9KU12fdqlx7XeI40DjJA-MueUFsriRUkW3tEsyq7jU_aF43c0h1fqdd6k-XOtlEqloi7uPxj-JzcL2-AhIMq5F4yaHOD5By9048waOQH3/s320/Liam+arms+crossed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491954309722121874" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacTltn94kCC0hozuSz7QqBHmVfD_3juMzOfhurmcw_sEfdcscewqwGufmg4hKCRo1uhI6aueOsQ4C_OOoe-Ug7WGdmqPT4-LyEWAhHl-l-fFsOWP7NyHY1ILvtJ4yrpqw2ANIGcHMLP_f/s1600/Liam+squint.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacTltn94kCC0hozuSz7QqBHmVfD_3juMzOfhurmcw_sEfdcscewqwGufmg4hKCRo1uhI6aueOsQ4C_OOoe-Ug7WGdmqPT4-LyEWAhHl-l-fFsOWP7NyHY1ILvtJ4yrpqw2ANIGcHMLP_f/s320/Liam+squint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491954286459808178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9888ZvuMrE3oPKWxCG8B6g2fPzhDurYjqUtozQLZ5MBCMAv5EzkR7WPaAt-FI91sNEcfRWWgLQ0seqdWaWbERajGqiyJmF8RYvZTniS_WCE9V_oZ5Ze-Za8ULoxCRrGmgknnQsJNgPhO/s1600/Liam+smile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9888ZvuMrE3oPKWxCG8B6g2fPzhDurYjqUtozQLZ5MBCMAv5EzkR7WPaAt-FI91sNEcfRWWgLQ0seqdWaWbERajGqiyJmF8RYvZTniS_WCE9V_oZ5Ze-Za8ULoxCRrGmgknnQsJNgPhO/s320/Liam+smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491954267569983410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcqFlHXNw0bXJavjkhtrqaKGXo6prCTZQfwWLH59eyBvblBU8jXp2RLHDprIKevrcrG4kLeOKt_st39rWbLUZGP6sbC9SjVBtc7J7MeYI2P7XTrti9pfmlBvdoIsKWGWQgsQhhV8gPgDp/s1600/Liam+gaze.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAcqFlHXNw0bXJavjkhtrqaKGXo6prCTZQfwWLH59eyBvblBU8jXp2RLHDprIKevrcrG4kLeOKt_st39rWbLUZGP6sbC9SjVBtc7J7MeYI2P7XTrti9pfmlBvdoIsKWGWQgsQhhV8gPgDp/s320/Liam+gaze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491954254726958898" /></a><br />Liam. Moo-zer. Miam. <br />My baby boy.<br />Who sucks his bottom lip while tickling Momma's belly.<br />Who loves Thomas, Buzz Lightyear, and Spiderman.<br />Who has at least 2 band-aids on his little body at all times.<br />Who eats "coo-cumbers" with "dips".<br />Who doesn't like ice cream.<br />Who dances and knows the words to most Regina Spektor songs.<br />Who draws fantastic illustrations of trains and monkeys.<br />Who wakes up at least once a week from a bad dream.<br />Who isn't afraid of beetles.<br />Who wrestles the dog.<br />Who doesn't like bathtime.<br />Who is "kinda fweezin'".<br />Who loves to be sang to.<br />My baby boy.<br />Who makes me happier everyday.<br />Happy Birthday.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-19482444873243260162010-07-14T06:03:00.000-07:002010-07-14T06:05:47.825-07:00The Wilderman 5This is the family that God has built.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApQZ5TQxhBZET2_ca-mZ9QYO5GsxdDKHOetm10x-XeuBrRlhNhEWXxu2luoJxGDuRxtmwCKwCV5gwWs4oTvqlNh5j06OIMCTmb2kb457KEcffa1PGaD308a2SqL9gqTYWZY6EVvOzbfD0/s1600/Eliza+Jane.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6M2o-gfNZcetXqe5rqCfpyS_GMo_f8i_8w8EC7GJIewEwlBswlKD4z_4wopk7OTVoNWPktJDDSpdCq4BXUq5sr_jns6DwO9PI93yqArtQ3Z-Pl7Tm7F6944Mrai_lRUgbyjRbSt1vqQEi/s320/Oliver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493747140668896658" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf6Dwyp_KfSy_dgYWjYFjQGSUDPg5a2RYBGZIZCEoe3LwUc6_q0xVujWCQlil2ifrsv_N_pA7mWFfP6w3Ec2HUjV7zcDYwvCL0XGDRPDyAlW9UqvRwmbiOgTucj5Ej7HOXkdamUEdpNUz/s1600/Momma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQf6Dwyp_KfSy_dgYWjYFjQGSUDPg5a2RYBGZIZCEoe3LwUc6_q0xVujWCQlil2ifrsv_N_pA7mWFfP6w3Ec2HUjV7zcDYwvCL0XGDRPDyAlW9UqvRwmbiOgTucj5Ej7HOXkdamUEdpNUz/s320/Momma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493747132713952482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVDrB1p5TCE5HjUyauOlpRd70ZkeOMNI1C14d4doMCtev5-Bpvz1xxWpvAdDauLCq-S1ZTKnY_3U1fqH2ZgVMvGSSSqCRVn0olR-I6M_qqD1j2YscGJPT0076e2aVpp7VXUyWO_0AGjbt/s1600/Daddy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVDrB1p5TCE5HjUyauOlpRd70ZkeOMNI1C14d4doMCtev5-Bpvz1xxWpvAdDauLCq-S1ZTKnY_3U1fqH2ZgVMvGSSSqCRVn0olR-I6M_qqD1j2YscGJPT0076e2aVpp7VXUyWO_0AGjbt/s320/Daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493747122778830146" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-7634600108440820352010-07-13T10:18:00.000-07:002010-07-13T10:18:00.385-07:00God is good.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6UTwH1UguMC3vj0o5KHciZHb_rYHcpm4jxhyphenhyphenjr81ySPxwfqladN_EWWWhgTSYcY7tO3DmIJy23qAw561Am2FqHJkO6AUQSg4ThDnhvA2G8PBywu7iKDwisdP37V9zkEdHM0tJa-tMtWz/s1600/Davis+094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy6UTwH1UguMC3vj0o5KHciZHb_rYHcpm4jxhyphenhyphenjr81ySPxwfqladN_EWWWhgTSYcY7tO3DmIJy23qAw561Am2FqHJkO6AUQSg4ThDnhvA2G8PBywu7iKDwisdP37V9zkEdHM0tJa-tMtWz/s320/Davis+094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491958430641303234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdynQVz2ZpsRO9FDV9kABoSkcOxXEvXdrHWVJG7ztH6ektYgfFoDpt0STJgbMaCCTAmcvwOzaiIeMcHCCjY0Z8lnSqzCWwIAFAj95g40rW5JrvDolhcdcypWZnXXPflyMPYrZHe8MMHQ3w/s1600/Davis+096.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdynQVz2ZpsRO9FDV9kABoSkcOxXEvXdrHWVJG7ztH6ektYgfFoDpt0STJgbMaCCTAmcvwOzaiIeMcHCCjY0Z8lnSqzCWwIAFAj95g40rW5JrvDolhcdcypWZnXXPflyMPYrZHe8MMHQ3w/s320/Davis+096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491958422708409954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIptrLvDG5jsgu8f82HNYK_bVzmv4IJVZ9CbGLbHSzXBHt3doks8idPm5QKjUkBwcl9OKFYLj6q2yvGIpc4tfyQifJsCj8YRLq4U1f97HPQl8d9ZUBiyKzjFPCjfrkpDC7Pt7c3rCjz0qW/s1600/Me+and+kids+on+swing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIptrLvDG5jsgu8f82HNYK_bVzmv4IJVZ9CbGLbHSzXBHt3doks8idPm5QKjUkBwcl9OKFYLj6q2yvGIpc4tfyQifJsCj8YRLq4U1f97HPQl8d9ZUBiyKzjFPCjfrkpDC7Pt7c3rCjz0qW/s320/Me+and+kids+on+swing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491958416273970882" /></a><br />This life is a blessing.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-87102307438952187192010-07-11T10:13:00.000-07:002010-07-11T10:13:00.682-07:00Eliza Jane<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqhMBz18zExYcVoW6HX-5W5m6jRmVkAGU3drLFcMUlkqwzWFVivXa2qXUzud1TZavlRBLwQAEChzrQlKYtdNwWpvwPreTuSj3LU7HxrOki3D8BdB-EbDEjRyzNLURTSReo4k0E8pbJ7IhW/s1600/Eliza+snot+nose.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR3vsxvG73KO_egv87y_GOCSoONI660-06QNczDGYLRxsD1Nf4UCrzbZFkdqhjWEmen8mtLbGxoKw0Uho8MtTB9NxnuhRn8ZQbI-VLmEs7k6kUKeeQoMdpVaKAZtdAwlN3Wu6YdbOkvy1V/s320/eliza+rag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491956179590898738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHqqdoY7QG42HjXjwBSrfyD4jPnPmOK4y1q-4nTBnCsnD3RxoOf5uTZOjcLu9PRmhuQdsso2D2tKMqYOJOTq6rWENW0qDbY6DoljdYBRZW8gndkETcW8K7zmAt_Ds837nfTYcMg2prtcP/s1600/Eliza+head+kiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkHqqdoY7QG42HjXjwBSrfyD4jPnPmOK4y1q-4nTBnCsnD3RxoOf5uTZOjcLu9PRmhuQdsso2D2tKMqYOJOTq6rWENW0qDbY6DoljdYBRZW8gndkETcW8K7zmAt_Ds837nfTYcMg2prtcP/s320/Eliza+head+kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491956170342695554" /></a><br /><br />She...<br />*rolls<br />*babbles<br />*plays patty cake<br />*weighs over 20 lbs<br />*is more than 28 inches long<br />*feeds herself fruit puffs<br />*moves around in her walker<br />*laughs so much she gets the hiccups<br />*loves all orange babyfoods<br />*is quite ticklish on her neck and thighs<br />*loves her brothers the best<br />*is growing growing growing<br />*is my sweet sweet "baby why-za", my "punkopoodledoodle", my "wittle one"Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-50680708656381594762010-07-10T14:38:00.001-07:002010-07-10T14:45:21.346-07:00God is generous...We have such a wonderful neighborhood.<br />Filled with lovely families.<br />Growing families.<br />Loads of children.<br />And our awesome neighbor behind us.<br />Mr. Hayden has an extensive garden.<br />I used to only know him as the "tomato man", because he would leave bags of tomatoes on our porch.<br />Mr. Hayden has blessed our family beyond measure.<br />And today he blessed us with this magnificent bounce house!<br />He just gave it to us!<br />I love it when God uses people to bless others.<br />And it is just in time to use it at Liam's 3rd birthday party next weekend.<br /><br />I am unbelievably amazed at the way that God not only provides for our family, but the ways in which he is generous beyond reason. God loves to see us happy. The same way I love to see my boys happy in that bounce house.<br /><br />I am a grateful woman.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbypciqcLKWCG-ZlIj07DpmzHIawZWErYj5uFNHdL9tCJ9-1SztuBYEuRmLjGBdaXQEbiOjuMMHx253rjD2E51WTMNY_HRQbf4jfHlZUZ3f6V9zFGozewpyZ7_9vZv2R_2aPG_E56gFvF/s1600/006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxbypciqcLKWCG-ZlIj07DpmzHIawZWErYj5uFNHdL9tCJ9-1SztuBYEuRmLjGBdaXQEbiOjuMMHx253rjD2E51WTMNY_HRQbf4jfHlZUZ3f6V9zFGozewpyZ7_9vZv2R_2aPG_E56gFvF/s320/006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492395648935541122" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiok9kqe4Eo3EwqmH_9zits5aHOU3RLsJQWbfwN1Z6qar1A99bLW67WguDcZtNDY2VyfXb5bUu6tRSskqNxOI5WsIB7D6BVSI8J5cbtyD-aV7xxj1hPlQgv-ArigI4DOzYsNFq_Iwgo4hST/s1600/005.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnoqhcodnOhMggjtt7GTQRbYRhgNaJ_kI2mmV6tvOht2oAJnghg0ARV62VtMcLWZPd3LT_ESyjzwD9tZjGTX4p5YEG96Me0Iw4pxPnh2wLhhA2mnAqccoR6yO9v6x7T-qhQA2mx4O27eFt/s320/003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492395624908521410" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-20444952331567687732010-07-09T09:50:00.000-07:002010-07-09T10:05:00.474-07:00Mary Mary Quite Contrary...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQCnLmDuXvy0Iy0sXVd91qDNrACynI3ZV0qQRY3jlfauOPmmFg3tZnvoav0Am5Q_PMtQaLDTpguRCsipxnXwaFr2_vDyTf_6dCBHcB31oRC5BLrzrTBP-2UDPLJaxzW0C83aDgQ764Rnk/s1600/first+cucumber.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQCnLmDuXvy0Iy0sXVd91qDNrACynI3ZV0qQRY3jlfauOPmmFg3tZnvoav0Am5Q_PMtQaLDTpguRCsipxnXwaFr2_vDyTf_6dCBHcB31oRC5BLrzrTBP-2UDPLJaxzW0C83aDgQ764Rnk/s320/first+cucumber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491952446162463858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMl9wOXOfaZtB0AGOsJYoYc9YrieIZcIU8-p6iJtKfYENgwwKsJ_a4KPM9yY8RAs6oDl6L9SPQQF43Kuq4DRQr5qdDYRWzfIFuxLquPmAM4w5QMGB_IkXQYamo6DYHOMmphdI7wO7It6Hd/s1600/small+watermelon.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcCrDMhMbBScQAjtncoMoEtKp6c9YRvrzfJIXvOzy001tKl9t_Bi7WWNtbuiJW2BLi09Csa4tFjmQ8LaW6vkowx-CFR5tr6of1Ic34e8ds5gtJfrMeHrLbxd5MTU9nvsFhsm3WYh4xJJU/s320/watermelon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491950697671511698" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwL6UoTEXG3kTH2M5O_UTCTji67rExoxdOhGCwhdP86nxi_jCegVrFcHwnPsNcQ-HMhGkO_Fm8jC5zywVbQgsyPz82HUSY-h17zRLPpH-JWwQmUJoBSrNuU8BGKbF6MMhY0xENe2qdf1O/s1600/cucmber.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkwL6UoTEXG3kTH2M5O_UTCTji67rExoxdOhGCwhdP86nxi_jCegVrFcHwnPsNcQ-HMhGkO_Fm8jC5zywVbQgsyPz82HUSY-h17zRLPpH-JWwQmUJoBSrNuU8BGKbF6MMhY0xENe2qdf1O/s320/cucmber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491950688922326386" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbcDDrSAOTcykkyoa00_kmtzGIeF2IwEH-LczQGDRl_0Dcquq2e-kEp5AC4OrTnISfqnB76YqG4dAwQ_GfdhcvQu9TzTBW_YBGfspyKZXit6q1wNTa4bto-AOAbIrFd68WQZSz1JeKByp/s1600/watermelon+flower.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnbcDDrSAOTcykkyoa00_kmtzGIeF2IwEH-LczQGDRl_0Dcquq2e-kEp5AC4OrTnISfqnB76YqG4dAwQ_GfdhcvQu9TzTBW_YBGfspyKZXit6q1wNTa4bto-AOAbIrFd68WQZSz1JeKByp/s320/watermelon+flower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491950676693831986" /></a><br /><br />...how does your garden grow?<br /><br />Justin had gotten some free plants from the horticulture department at the community college where he works. So we thought we would give it a go. He whipped up some raised beds. (He is becoming quite the carpenter actually! More on that later!) We filled them with some gardening soil... and there ya have it! I think we watered the garden maybe 10 times. It seems relatively effortless. And we have some cucumbers, tomatoes, and watermelon! <br /><br />The boys absolutely love it as well! There isn't a better way to get kids to eat their veggies than to have them grow them themselves. It is also a great way to talk to the boys about how God grows us and weeds us and waters us- so that we can bear fruit for His glory. <br /><br />I think next year we are going bigger!<br /><br />PS- Get a look at those "art" hands! Those things are looking rugged.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-33945890798980569262010-03-24T07:12:00.000-07:002010-03-24T07:22:20.427-07:00Today he is four.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQI4p-DaPG-TwfTvc9OlsE0keGsZEFqIjMwXO0Yke8LcNIHCMU7r6HQLcEOWL_cINnSMrEW5Bs-NuxxYWoOAFVOQVqSei3GWIk0vmCLHFcB8VLBCw7miOzQLT0bBvEgyg0vUZdOq8dcgz/s1600/olivers+4th+bday+119+small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVQI4p-DaPG-TwfTvc9OlsE0keGsZEFqIjMwXO0Yke8LcNIHCMU7r6HQLcEOWL_cINnSMrEW5Bs-NuxxYWoOAFVOQVqSei3GWIk0vmCLHFcB8VLBCw7miOzQLT0bBvEgyg0vUZdOq8dcgz/s320/olivers+4th+bday+119+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203636625926946" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpSMoXwrVH-XVW8526ZvF6Ybv7P7rjFNieHVOAttmVOsB0Na8HjFC-sNPw9CjFxUlPcQabpMXVR9wTRxP1hOOPBTp91ac2uq8t6Zvj50m7NGmh6btMaoAsOalkP2UKV1sxEexBxcaSExf/s1600/olivers+4th+bday+117+small.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpSMoXwrVH-XVW8526ZvF6Ybv7P7rjFNieHVOAttmVOsB0Na8HjFC-sNPw9CjFxUlPcQabpMXVR9wTRxP1hOOPBTp91ac2uq8t6Zvj50m7NGmh6btMaoAsOalkP2UKV1sxEexBxcaSExf/s320/olivers+4th+bday+117+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452203631013273874" /></a><br />Yesterday, you were my little bughead bughead.<br />Today, you are a big boy. My Oliver.<br />Yesterday, you loved sweet potatoes and bananas.<br />Today, you love Olive Garden.<br />Yesterday, I would rock to sleep for your naps in the blue rocker.<br />Today, you scream when I even mention the words nappy naps.<br />Yesterday, I would take you for walks in the stroller or snugli.<br />Today, you strap on your Thomas helmet and take off on your bike.<br />Yesterday, I would change your stinky poops.<br />Today, you go potty in the big boy potty all by yourself.<br />Yesterday, I would watch you scribble drawings for me.<br />Today, you can write your own name (and others!) from memory!<br />Yesterday, I couldn't imagine a day without you by my side.<br />Today, I can't imagine a day without you by my side, but you will be going to school in only a few months.<br /><br />You are growing so fast. You are amazingly brilliant! (completely unbiased.) You make me laugh and I cry sometimes just because I love you so much. Thank you for being my son. Thank you for being my Oliver. <br /><br />I love you.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-74089565910825288052010-03-11T10:07:00.000-08:002010-03-11T10:27:54.270-08:003 months<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZp0hQq8x7TKI9nZZl_1rnLm4ais0XrnW3-2pY-BLK2MmqZpUIKrNx_jgT8zamyRpy4yAA-qCyMqTUEg2GAIlR5GybN5k5KsKUu61nU2AthQ6hfpMGiGdOIRxw2V1YtKWA0EnjAQc0jGP1/s1600-h/3+months+and+before+and+after+127.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZp0hQq8x7TKI9nZZl_1rnLm4ais0XrnW3-2pY-BLK2MmqZpUIKrNx_jgT8zamyRpy4yAA-qCyMqTUEg2GAIlR5GybN5k5KsKUu61nU2AthQ6hfpMGiGdOIRxw2V1YtKWA0EnjAQc0jGP1/s320/3+months+and+before+and+after+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447442414001264018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf53R7QSqAkVsc9_zPaaikkKwu89vioG8TL9mdo9t9VnLPOjgnPLXVnD4lcRYc7vYqhjoD6f02yFerAZ1y1nqOwYW5UY37bkFIHTAeZu1OmOGRcA4RynfMMA3huQxfe4GBcIkyM0ygqI18/s1600-h/3+months+and+before+and+after+126.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJGUjxls_Qbno8JxvnObkBn7qN2d1FSs7d75IPU3MpxLKCuBKs7xTdVXe_liz9DZ_vdW_TuN1W2EnmEE3zHOTIP-D6g5jO3xTluxkUE0KKUct7_SLP_ozdJCRiRvBu0brfpUmRvUWbdQse/s320/3+months+and+before+and+after+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447439797822766482" /></a>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-77429635904070369562010-03-04T14:26:00.001-08:002010-03-04T14:26:25.787-08:00wow!<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qybUFnY7Y8w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-48185187596983558032010-02-25T12:40:00.000-08:002010-02-25T13:00:33.014-08:00Cast your vote<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZD1Qd7x3cvEsUlaI38UK0xzuKj8GC3e_oI_Emgcrs5isWQFteNDqnkX3-E2lI-2YUC9hY4-Z6_RUGOaxQS6n3NFWEae7FuwK5jFxg4NFkSBMkwQwcMNgra763y5273PuCZUNnVAbed4B/s1600-h/nona+046.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPW_dYBJ0tUqMQO3HW5sz7MbWtQ2UufxJPtmYTykT148KrcGjrApq4buZja10E5vU3IzJ2uyP3Xj6SxD6vkafXhrmkw0MUcbn-EUMjJFrApyskzHz4nG-2qoei9M3VAFJaEz8VAgFDGeP_/s320/nona+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442286140968793378" /></a><br />Please vote in the comments section.<br />Tell me which photograph of my sweet Ramona from Oklahoma, that you like the best.<br /><br />Ramona was a rescued dog. My sister and I were driving down highway 41, when we noticed a sign for free puppies. Windy was newly pregnant. We pulled my sister's mauve colored Alero into the muddy driveway and figured it was worth the risk. If her soon-to-be husband left her, she would be a good single mother anyway. I had already brought home 3 cats at this point, so I figured I could pull off a dog. (I didn't have any children yet.) Besides, there wasn't any harm in just looking. We had no idea what lay in store for us when we walked into that trailer.<br /><br />The house was a pit. Gross. Smelly. And over ran with kittens. I was looking around past the multiple ashtrays and empty beer cans, trying to spot the puppies. While trying to hold our breath, we followed the man with the mullet out the back door. Oh. My. In the backyard were multiple pens. I stood there amazed as sheep, goats, rats, bunnies, an enormous pig, dogs, and 2 puppies looked back at me. Desperate.<br /><br />The puppies were both females. They were in a pen about the size of a large coffee table with 3 other full grown dogs. Being trampled. The man handed Ramona to me and Lexi to my sister. The dogs were limp. The stomachs were literally crawling with all the worms inside. They looked so sad, yet so hopeful.<br /><br />That was that. We certainly weren't going to leave those puppies there. Couldn't do it. I remember sitting in the car and thinking that these dogs might not make it to the vet. They were that bad.<br /><br />The vet didn't seem too optimistic. But both dogs pulled through. And here she is now, nearly 6 years later. She follows me everywhere. She listens so well. She will occasionally chew up the forgotten Pez dispenser if we aren't careful. But I love her. She protects us. She plays with us. She loves my boys.<br /><br />My Ramona from Oklahoma.<br />(This is where we got her name.)<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0CqiI8DP2U&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0CqiI8DP2U&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7812817791926845355.post-8586996655660308322010-02-24T11:25:00.000-08:002010-02-24T11:38:55.445-08:00POW! Whack! 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsr-sMub9XjwaIuSKk9Z_86QYwt1ym6i8mrnhuBu91sgyD5Ve0qZbaO6UcnszY5I6-V2fEBHPgUFPCqUQdCmx0T27Ab9Oqro4I0xJuYpmFzXtR0yllIhE2_tRVwtPWpOE1_4fd-oeUKyI/s320/Superhero!+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441894633287440082" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAvThTHXS8S5xQN1TGXdaYnwbhtHHO0QjpWj3wWvQPoUVOTqWKUsoZ82JNxvzlZJnULNZJF4JSZiWCvXvzB1eqN9Xkolq7MpHX5dV91l0-mdKaqCOCVK2ED3YZonOrKk5LpPG-lHVIYLZ/s1600-h/Superhero!+028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsAvThTHXS8S5xQN1TGXdaYnwbhtHHO0QjpWj3wWvQPoUVOTqWKUsoZ82JNxvzlZJnULNZJF4JSZiWCvXvzB1eqN9Xkolq7MpHX5dV91l0-mdKaqCOCVK2ED3YZonOrKk5LpPG-lHVIYLZ/s320/Superhero!+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441894625153782466" /></a><br /><strong>Superhero<br />Main Entry: su·per·hero <br />Pronunciation: (so̵̅o̅′pər hir′ō)<br />Function: noun <br />Date: 1917<br />: a fictional hero having extraordinary or superhuman powers; also : an exceptionally skillful or successful person</strong><br /><br />To watch you two running, out of control, crashing into walls and furniture.<br />Waiting to kiss the ouchies.<br />Listening to the plots of "saving the day" in your secret clubhouse. (a giant cardboard box)<br />Knowing that all too soon, I will be missing these days.<br /><br />Thank you Lord for this.<br /><br />Thank you Oliver and Liam, for being the most amazing little boys that a momma could ever ask for.Sunnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16886226930386764893noreply@blogger.com0