The whole family went over to grandma and grandpa's this past Wednesday night for dinner. Grandma made lasagna and everyone ate it and liked it. How come the kids don't eat it when I make lasagna? I guess I better get Grandma's recipe.
Our oldest daughter, Samantha, made grandpa a beautiful card from all of us. Our youngest son, Garrett, was appalled that we weren't actually going to give grandpa a gift we could wrap. Because, lets be honest, what's a party without gifts to unwrap (according to my children putting something in a gift bag does not count).
Garrett went up to his room and found an old World War 2 book. He really likes looking at the old pictures in this book, and since grandpa served in WW2, he thought he might like it for his birthday gift. Grandpa did indeed like it and Garrett and all of the kids enjoyed looking through the book and hearing stories about Grandpa's war days. When it was time to leave we decided that Garrett could keep the book but bring it back when we visited again so they could share some more stories. My little son is so sweet, and tender hearted. He gave his grandpa the best gift ever by offering to give something up that he cared about for someone he loved very much. I doubt their was anything in a store we could have bought Grandpa that would have meant as much to him.
Here are some pics of our fun evening together.
Grandpa and Garrett sharing a laugh
Our middle son Tyler, sitting in chair, really likes to talk "war stories" with Grandpa.
Grandma cooking dinner
Hubby and the kids playing "concentration". I think my parents have had this same game since I was a little girl. My kids love it.
Lighting the candles on the birthday brownies. Hubby stopped on his way home from work and got a cocunut cream pie for the birthday boy. The grown ups enjoyed that very much!
The new addition to their family. Our oldest had fun playing with her.
The entire family had a great time. Happy Birthday Grandpa! We love you very much!
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~ Madame Jeanne Guyon ~
This quote was meant for me. I am an extremely impatient person. I want things done now, and I want instant gratification. I know this is a problem of mine, and I have been working on remedying it for a few years. I have made some progress and have been known to count to 10 (or 100) in my head, slowly, forcing myself to slow down and enjoy the moment.
Many times while reading my Bible I feel Gods hand on my shoulder urging me to slow down, take in his words like the sweet smell of wild flowers, patiently gleaning all of its truths and allowing myself that special time with God. I would like to say that I have perfected this (after all, I have been working on it for years) but alas I have not. Though I am getting better, I have a long way to go.
I was also thinking of how this verse could apply to other areas of our lives. Those of us who are mothers with young children could probably learn how to go slower, play with our children more, enjoy those quiet moments with our kids before they are adults. Do you think God ever feels this way about us? He wants to watch us grow up and mature in a relationship with him, but when we race through reading our Bibles he feels sad because he wants to share those moments with us.
The other day my 8 year old saw his three your old sister struggling to make a tower out of her lego's. He went over and sat with her, showing her how to do it, talking to her sweetly. He wasn't racing through the moment but enjoying his time with his little sister. Guiding her, listening to her, and enjoying being with her. I think I have much to learn from my little son.
If you would like to read about other people's feelings on this quote head on over to Laurel Wreath. I am sure you will not be disappointed.
Oldest son, of course, felt that Valentines Day would not be complete without doing his best to annoy younger sister.
Younger sister finally has enough and decides to "attack". Doesn't he look upset that he has annoyed his sister to the point of physical violence???
Don't worry, they made up when big brother realized little sister had something in her goody bag he wanted. Oh, if only the worlds problems could be solved so easily. For example:
I promise not to invade your country if you trade me that abba zabba for my three jolly ranchers.
OK, and I promise not to set off any more car bombs if you trade me those Sour Starbursts for my six mini snicker bars?
Hmm, what do you think? It may be worth a try....
Twenty Four years ago I met a boy named Dave who I thought was really nice. We were friends but I always felt bad because I didn't like him the way he "liked" me. I was young and stupid and yearned for one that was all wrong for me. One day when this other person hadn't been very nice to me I asked God why I couldn't fall in love with a nice guy, the kind like that guy who came over every weekend to watch football with my Dad, and ate my mom's summer squash even though I knew he didn't really like it? A guy like Dave. All my girlfriends thought he was great. One evening my friend, Lisa, asked me if I was ever going to give him a chance. I said "No", I just don't like him "that way". Well, she said, I think he's really cute so if you don't like him I'm going to ask him out. WHAT?
Why is it us girls never seem to want anything until we think we might not be able to have it? That weekend I agreed to go to an NFL football game with Dave. We had a really good time but I still wasn't sure if I could "like him, like him". The next day a beautiful gold box was delivered to my parents house. Inside were a dozen yellow roses. He had taken the time to find out what my favorite flower was. Yellow roses, not red. Cupid's arrow pierced my heart that day and within a few short weeks I couldn't understand how I could not have immediately "liked" this guy. He was great!
We were married about 18 months after that first date. I thank God for answering my prayers and allowing me to fall in love with the greatest guy around. Honey, thanks for a fantastic twenty two years! I love you more than you could ever imagine.
Not long after meeting Barry he told us of his plans to take an early retirement, buy a boat, and go cruising to other countries. Well, I thought, I am sure this will change. After all, he hadn't known my sister for that long and he really must not understand what kind of a gal she is. Her? Living on a boat? Cruising around to who knows where, not seeing land for several days at a time? Hmm, I couldn't really picture it and was sure it would NOT happen.
Over the years I noticed his plans never changed and my sister started talking like she thought it might be fun. I think it was around three years ago I got word that they were selling their house and had purchased a big boat. Sis told me they would live on the boat in the Marina while getting training and preparing for their big adventure together. OK, at this point I was getting annoyed. I really did not think of my sister as the adventurous type. She enjoyed nice hotels and laying by the pool. How in the heck was she going to live on a boat, this was not a luxurious yacht, this was a nice sailboat but it was just a boat.
The two of them got to work. They had garage sales, gave things away, stored things at family members homes (my kitchen is full of some of her treasurers) and rented a storage place for those special items that had to be saved. At this point I started getting into the spirit of this whole thing. How cathartic to just get rid of all your worldly possessions and live with the bare minimum.
They moved onto their boat three years ago and have never looked back. I think my sister was a little unsure at first how she would like it but I give her so much praise for following her hubbies dream and making it a reality. They left this past November for their third tour on the boat. They have decided that they will leave in November each year and return in late May. They bought a home in the mountains that had belonged to bil's parents this last summer when they were home. They now have a home to return to each year.
We miss them while they are gone, and my kids ask frequently when they are coming back. However, I am so impressed with their fearless determination to make their dream a reality. I like the beach, but the ocean water scares me. One of my great fears in life is drowning in the ocean. I would never have enough courage to do what my sis and her hubby are doing. They are having a great time. They recently left Guatemala for Costa Rica. They should be there by now.
My sister shared with me that one of the few things she misses while gone is the fellowship with other Christians. She has a blog that she updates periodically and posts pictures of their adventures. If any of you have time will you please go over and tell her Hi? I know she would really appreciate it and so would I.
Here is the long walk to one of the bathroom accommodations they had to use. I told you, she is an adventure girl now!
Here's praying that God gives us all the courage to jump on a boat and live out our dream's, because if he didn't want us to live them, perhaps he wouldn't give them to us in the first place. Do you have a dream, and if so what is it?
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Well, that was a little over a year ago and I was finding myself longing for a little better quality camera. However, since the one I was using wasn't really broken (yet) I didn't really think I should spend the money on a new upgraded version. I am going to need a new dishwasher soon, we started planning the family summer get away and decided we needed to be saving more to prepare for that. No, I didn't need a new camera.
Last Friday morning I logged on to the computer to pay some bills. My 3 year old daughter was sitting next to me playing. A few minutes into bill paying I heard her say....Ooh Noo, it broke. Hmm, not a good sentence to come out of a small child's innocent little mouth. I looked down to see the camera in her hands and the lens protruding at a funny angle. She had broken the lens. It would no longer retract. The camera kept saying error and would not take a picture. It was caput. Darn It. I guess I have to buy a new camera after all.
I am sooo excited. It is being delivered tomorrow. This is what I got. I thought, for a moment, about getting a SLR but I don't really need that. I would like to take a photography class this year and if I do maybe we can splurge at Christmas because, lets be realistic, by Christmas this one will have probably suffered a cruel death as well.
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Recently I have found myself not as thankful as I should be for all of the wonderful blessings God has layed at my feet. My wonderful husband, healthy happy children, wonderful friends, a beautiful home, and the list goes on and on.
I love to watch Little House on the Prairie. I grew up watching it and the show has always been one of my favorites. My kids enjoy it now and I have so much fun watching it with them like it is the very first time. While the kids were home sick this past week their was a Little House on the Prairie Marathon on one day. I layed on the couch, comforting my child, and watching the familiar show. As I was watching I noticed something very disturbing. My behavior over the last few days was a lot more like Mrs. Olson's than the sweet, kind, God fearing Carolyn Ingalls. I had been grumpy and irritable, snipping at people and not being as loving as I should be. Now, I could argue that I had every right to be irritable. My five kids had been barfing on me for a total of 7 days at this point. I hadn't gotten a really good night sleep and I was tired. However, the loving Christian mother in me knew this was no excuse. My children only had the stomach flu, which would go away in a few days.
At that very moment I apologized to God for not being the person he wanted me to be, and also thanked him that all of my children would recover. We all know of people who are not as fortunate, who deal with terminally or chronically ill children. I had no excuse for my snippy unkind behavior. God's blessings overflow in my life and I am so thankful. I never want to watch an episode of Little House again and see similarities between myself and Mrs. Olson. Yuk!
Galations 5:22-23 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance: against such there is no law.
Have any of you ever had a Mrs. Olson moment?
The older kids are excited for the Super Bowl this afternoon, and young ens are excited for the food that comes with the Super Bowl. We are having lil smokies wrapped in bacon, little pizza's, sushi (hubby's favorite, I think it's yukky), deviled eggs,veggie and fruit platters, and various chips with cheese and ranch dip. I am making a big pot of chili and some cornbread for after the game. Should be lots of family fun which will be a nice reprieve from everyone feeling so yukky the last week or so.
I am wishing you all a fun Super Bowl with your families also. What are you serving, are you making anything special? Please tell me, I am always looking for new recipes and ideas. Do any of you actually get out of watching the Super Bowl? Hope to hear from you.
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