It still counts even if she is fussy about it.
Monday, February 22, 2010
She's Doing It!
Updated!
I will try to get a video to post later tonight.
No pictures because we are trying to get out the door this morning - but Eliza is crawling!
No pictures because we are trying to get out the door this morning - but Eliza is crawling! Sunday, February 21, 2010
Hosanna!
And one more song that I have recently heard and it was actually sung at church today. The first time I heard it on the radio I loved it! Just wanted to share it with you.
Every Day
I got in my car the other day coming home from work and this song was on the radio.
And it brought me back to February 12, 2002. It was my birthday and it had been a hard day. You see, for 27 years the my mother had been the first person to wish me a happy birthday. From the time I was a baby, to a child, to a teen, to a young adult, to an adult. No matter where I was, my mother called me first thing in the morning on my my birthday to tell me happy birthday. To let me know that February 12th was not only special to me, but special to her as well. And February 12, 2002 was my second birthday without hearing from my mother. Chris and I had been dating for a few months. I had seen him at work that day, but I remember about mid morning leaving work and taking the rest of the day off because it was just turning out to be one of those days that you just shouldn't get out of bed. I went home, sulked around, walked Lou and Buddy, cried off and on all day. And around 8pm, I guess I had just reached the peak of loneliness and I called Chris and asked him to come over. I was crying and he came over. I will never forget him coming in my room and finding me balled up crying in the floor and he just held me. I wonder what he thought at the time? What kind of crazy am I getting myself into????? And I can tell you without hesitation, that losing your mother at such a young age IS a whole lot of crazy. Rascal Flatts describes it perfectly when they say "you could have bowed out gracefully, but you didn't; you knew enough to know to leave well enough alone, but you wouldn't." And "every day" since then he has saved me. Sometimes from the pits of depression and other times from the throws of anger. He is faithful. He always does what I ask of him (even if I feel like I shouldn't have to ask i.e. pick up your dirty clothes from the floor). And most recently, he just goes to church with me. He just does it. We don't fight about it. I don't have to beg, borrow or steal. He gets up with me on Sunday and he knows this is what we are going to do now. And he even said today that the pastor "speaks" to him. My response was, the Holy Spirit is speaking to you. He laughed me off and said "maybe he just keeps me interested more than the pastor at St Paul"; bless his heart. Whatever the case, it thrills me. Every Day.
And it brought me back to February 12, 2002. It was my birthday and it had been a hard day. You see, for 27 years the my mother had been the first person to wish me a happy birthday. From the time I was a baby, to a child, to a teen, to a young adult, to an adult. No matter where I was, my mother called me first thing in the morning on my my birthday to tell me happy birthday. To let me know that February 12th was not only special to me, but special to her as well. And February 12, 2002 was my second birthday without hearing from my mother. Chris and I had been dating for a few months. I had seen him at work that day, but I remember about mid morning leaving work and taking the rest of the day off because it was just turning out to be one of those days that you just shouldn't get out of bed. I went home, sulked around, walked Lou and Buddy, cried off and on all day. And around 8pm, I guess I had just reached the peak of loneliness and I called Chris and asked him to come over. I was crying and he came over. I will never forget him coming in my room and finding me balled up crying in the floor and he just held me. I wonder what he thought at the time? What kind of crazy am I getting myself into????? And I can tell you without hesitation, that losing your mother at such a young age IS a whole lot of crazy. Rascal Flatts describes it perfectly when they say "you could have bowed out gracefully, but you didn't; you knew enough to know to leave well enough alone, but you wouldn't." And "every day" since then he has saved me. Sometimes from the pits of depression and other times from the throws of anger. He is faithful. He always does what I ask of him (even if I feel like I shouldn't have to ask i.e. pick up your dirty clothes from the floor). And most recently, he just goes to church with me. He just does it. We don't fight about it. I don't have to beg, borrow or steal. He gets up with me on Sunday and he knows this is what we are going to do now. And he even said today that the pastor "speaks" to him. My response was, the Holy Spirit is speaking to you. He laughed me off and said "maybe he just keeps me interested more than the pastor at St Paul"; bless his heart. Whatever the case, it thrills me. Every Day.
Church, A Party and A Walk to the Park
I know I can go days without posting sometimes because it just seems like life gets busy and it is hard to stop and take pictures, get them uploaded and then talk about them. And then we have days like today where I couldn't have fit anything else in if I had tried.
First was church this morning. The sermon this morning was about judgment. Judgment of your deeds on earth, the good and the bad. What will Jesus think when you are standing before Him in eternity. Will He be proud of what you have done? Will He pat you on the back and say you did pretty good? Will He say, you did ok, but you sure did play it safe? Or have you led a life that when you are before Him He will say "You did it! You really did it!" Because I want Him to say "You did it girl!" I want Him to stand up excited to see me coming. I want Him to think, there she is! Let that girl in here to see her mama! So with that, I am going to be working on where I fit in church. What I can do to do more. To not always play it safe.
When we left the congregation to get the children, I went for Owen and Eliza and Chris went for Ethan. When I got Owen he told me Jesus performed a miracle. And I said what was that miracle? His reply? He turned water into Coke! (John 2:1-11) Can you believe it? Water to Coke! The teacher felt funny talking about wine, so she talked about something the children could relate to. Coke it was.
We came home and were eating lunch prior to going to the birthday party and each Sunday we have the same conversation about how chicken gets to our table. It absolutely disgusts me but each week Ethan likes to talk about how to kill a chicken.
We leave home to head to the party and we pass Preston Wood Country Club. Owen said "Is that a golf course?" And I said, yes. He said "I want to go there after the party." Well, going to Preston Wood Country Club is much easier said than done. I think it comes with a pretty high price tag to be a member and well, we just ain't there. So I told Owen, I hoped that one day he would grow up and go to college and become a doctor or a lawyer or something fancy so he could play golf there anytime he wanted to. In the midst of me saying all this Ethan yells out "I WANT TO BE A CHICKEN SHOOTER!" That's my boy!
We go to the party.
A bowling party.
The boys seem to like bowling parties.
The only hiccup is Owen doesn't like to wait his turn, it takes to long and his mind starts to wander to what he can get into to take up the time.
They both insisted on using balls that were way to heavy for them.
I suppose that is a boy thing. To prove how big and strong they are. Girls just don't care about stuff like that. Give me the pink ball any day of the week.
After the party we came home and headed out to the park. It was about 65 degrees today so a beautiful day to be outside. We walked to the park to give us all more time outside.Two boys and a baby.
She didn't seem to mind they were the ones doing the pushing. She did a bit of off roading with Owen behind the wheel.
And off they ran.
And ran, and ran, and ran.
We are hoping for an easy bedtime tonight.Eliza had fun too.
She got to practice her climbing and standing. She is getting so strong.
She always has fun watching her brothers.
Then it was time to come home.
What a great day! I love Sundays.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Just One of Those Days
Today was a hard day. A real hard day. One of those days that you just rather not remember. One of those days that you shouldn't have to have. I don't even have pictures today to document anything. Just the words of a heartbroken mother.
I told you several days ago that the boys were going to the doctor for a cholesterol screen. Ethan was a star. He was terrified, I am sure of it, but he puts on such a brave face. Owen on the other hand, feels no need to put on airs for anyone. He is a raw, in the moment child. And in that moment of drawing blood he was screaming and being restrained by more than one person. But he survived to tell of his battle wounds and other than being able to retell the tale, he doesn't remember how bad it hurt.
Well, I got the results today. And just as I feared. They both have high cholesterol. Ethan's is 239 and when I heard that I started to cry and my head started spinning so I couldn't tell you what the nurse said Owens was, but I do remember her saying it was too high. The high side of normal is around 160. Ethan and I have an appointment next Thursday to meet with a nutritionist at his pediatrician's office. But the thing is, they don't eat a lot of fried foods. It is an exception that we go out to eat and I could probably count on 2 hands the total number of french fries my children have ever eaten - combined! That's just not how we eat. Particularly in light of Chris's heart attack.
So where do I go from here? I am going to have to learn to cook better and healthier. Fortunately I have already signed us up for a Community Supported Agriculture program for this year. We start getting our first round of veggies in April. Next, I am going to have to add fish to their diets once or twice a week (wish me luck! because if it isn't coated in bread crumbs and it doesn't come from a man named Gorton, I am not sure they will even try it) and drop red meat down to once a week, if that. More beans and lentils, less starches. More fresh fruits and veggies for snacks, less processed snacks. And after all that, I really don't know if it is going to help. Let's not overlook the obvious, Chris did have a heart attack at age 34, so hereditary just seems to make sense.
This was a really hard blow for me today. They are just 5 and 4! just 5 and 4! Babies. And already they have build up in their arteries. So wish me luck and it wouldn't hurt to say a little prayer for us.
I told you several days ago that the boys were going to the doctor for a cholesterol screen. Ethan was a star. He was terrified, I am sure of it, but he puts on such a brave face. Owen on the other hand, feels no need to put on airs for anyone. He is a raw, in the moment child. And in that moment of drawing blood he was screaming and being restrained by more than one person. But he survived to tell of his battle wounds and other than being able to retell the tale, he doesn't remember how bad it hurt.
Well, I got the results today. And just as I feared. They both have high cholesterol. Ethan's is 239 and when I heard that I started to cry and my head started spinning so I couldn't tell you what the nurse said Owens was, but I do remember her saying it was too high. The high side of normal is around 160. Ethan and I have an appointment next Thursday to meet with a nutritionist at his pediatrician's office. But the thing is, they don't eat a lot of fried foods. It is an exception that we go out to eat and I could probably count on 2 hands the total number of french fries my children have ever eaten - combined! That's just not how we eat. Particularly in light of Chris's heart attack.
So where do I go from here? I am going to have to learn to cook better and healthier. Fortunately I have already signed us up for a Community Supported Agriculture program for this year. We start getting our first round of veggies in April. Next, I am going to have to add fish to their diets once or twice a week (wish me luck! because if it isn't coated in bread crumbs and it doesn't come from a man named Gorton, I am not sure they will even try it) and drop red meat down to once a week, if that. More beans and lentils, less starches. More fresh fruits and veggies for snacks, less processed snacks. And after all that, I really don't know if it is going to help. Let's not overlook the obvious, Chris did have a heart attack at age 34, so hereditary just seems to make sense.
This was a really hard blow for me today. They are just 5 and 4! just 5 and 4! Babies. And already they have build up in their arteries. So wish me luck and it wouldn't hurt to say a little prayer for us.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler
Today is Mardi Gras and Owen's class celebrated with lots of beads and a King Cake.
His teacher is from New Orleans so has a party for her children every year at this time.
She is also the reason Owen came home a couple of weeks ago saying "Who Dat?"
Thanks Uncle Cam for giving us beads for Christmas several years ago. Otherwise, we would have been bead-less this morning. As it stood though, Owen had the coolest beads in the class.
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