Family talents

Just some of the crazy talent that shows up at our house most evenings.

Fun with Friends

We have a wonderful group of friends in our Lifegroup class AKA Sunday School class.  Almost every month is a planned social time and we have had some wonderful time.  Recently we had a blast from the past.  Can you guess the decade?

Tomorrow, tomorrow...

The girls got a great Christmas gift of tickets to the play Annie for March from Grandma.  So all the girls made a special date.  We headed down early for a special fancy "pinky raisin'" meal.

Add was not so happy to have her napped shortened.

However, once the show began all were captivated with the performance.  Terr and Add had a wonderful time.  They were so enthralled and not a disruption, I was surprised given that I cannot even read a book to them without a plethora of questions and interuptions.  Once the lights were flashed to indicate the conclusion of intermission, Terr was almost in tears that she did not want to miss it and was ready to throw away the large bag of candy to return to her seat.  Add has taken to calling the dog "Sandy", found a red and white polka doted dress she calls her "Annie" outfit, they sing "It's a Hard Enough Life" during chore time, and "Tomorrow" at bedtime, and we have bribed Add to give up the pacifier for the original movie.  It was a most memorable time.
 

Book Review

I enjoy reading, it could be considered my favorite hobby because unlike so many other things that wax and wane with seasons and life I am always in a book somewhere.  I recently got the opportunity to read Unashamed To Bear His Name, by R. T. Kendall from Bethany House Publishers.  I had previously not had any knowledge of the author and therefore had no preconcieved notions about his convictions and experiences.  Throughout the book I found refreshing wisdom in his experiences.  It was a thought provoking read and helped for introspection on what motivated behaviors, be it sound Biblical conviction or religion habit.  How far would you be willing to go to follow God's direction?  What or who would you give up for Him?  These questions seem ready for the rote answer but Jesus revealed to me the need to stop and see faces/items/experiences before responding.  An exceptionally faith growing tool.

Our latest miracle

Without sharing too much of my husbands testimony (for it is his to share for God's glory)...four and a half years ago I would have told you, "You are crazy!' to suggest what happened two weeks ago.  We were honored and blessed to have our leader and my dear husband ordained as a deacon for our church.

The service was done so beautifully with our pastor sharing a few words and the previously ordained men laying hands on the new inductees and praying over them.  We had some extended family and friends join us and a nice reception followed.  The girls and I made a fun DD (Deacon Doug, Deacon Dad) and cross cap for him as well as the church giving him a new personalized Bible.

  I cannot find words to express my graditude for God's faithfulness and grace.  Praise God, the Holy Spirit intercedes for me.

Doggy Drama

Spring has sprung and it is a beautiful start to March, a slight breeze, gorgeous sunshine.  Perhaps a wonderful time to prune the flowerbeds, plant flowers, and lay new mulch.  Enjoying the outdoors, a little sweat and hard work, it was going splendidly.  However, our friendly, albeit territorial dog Maggie, decides that the great dane, Lucy, that is being walked on a lease has come a bit too close to her turf and proceeds to run full force and attack her.  As I rapidly untangle myself for the 'magic beanstalk' weed pulling, I swat my dog Maggie into the house and apologize profusely to our neighbor upon whom I do not even know her name.  My anger and humiliation consume me as I finalize the weekend endeavor to transform our lovely front yard into a Good Home and Garden cover shot.  Next it was into a shower, feeding children, transporting children, picking up children and then home to relax during the last bit of weekend.  Where upon I catch a glimpse of our beloved pet and the 4" gash in her right thigh and a 1/2" puncture wound on her side.  Her rapid escape caused her to swing a bit too close to the trimmed sago palm in the front and its residual bark was unforgiving.  Babies are in bed, hunny is at Bible study and I know that Maggie needs some skilled attention.  What do you do at 8:30pm on a Sunday night when you have a pet emergency?  I now know.

After arriving back home after 1:20am, Maggie recieved 12 stitches (slice was to the muscle), many a drugs, a nice shave job, nail clipping and cone of shame.  

Now just to recover, or so we thought.

After two fulls weeks and reassurance that the wound was healing great I was at the vets bright and early to get the stitches out.  "All is well," I futily said.  Then I received a phone call from my hunny that the dog had somehow chewed over half of her scab back open while I was out for the day!  I arrive back at the vet's office and wait till past closing to be worked back in.  Eight staples are put in and another round of antibotics are given.


6 days past and then Maggie is bored and pulls out almost all her stitches.  I ponder the necessity of four legs on a dog.  The vet graciously works us in again.  Well since the wound has been open and exposed for some time we will have to do hydro-therapy.  That term has a nice sound to it.  Unfornately it means that I must shoot a firm steady stream of water directly onto the wound for 30 minutes twice a day.  Apparently the dog is wanting for attention.

Her new cone is now a good 6 inches longer than her face therefore we have to enter the magaphone to pet her head.  After a week of 'intense' therapy it is beginning to close. Also the food and water bowls that have been lowered for access are tipped over almost daily since Maggie's new circumference is incomprehendible.   I think we will have to repaint the entire house if we ever get her totally healed because she has hit every corner and wall in this house with her blades of plastic crown.  I can hardly wait for the dog days of summer to roll around.

A house FULL

 We served as a host home for a group of 7th grade girls during a Discipline Now weekend.  This entailed helping to shuttle back and forth to church and service projects as well as feed and provide somewhere to sleep.  Well...we sometimes subscribe to the mentality that if a couple is good, that a few is better, and lots is the best.  We had an additional 15 teenage girls in our home, my mother and our brod of 5, and my dear husband who had to earn some kind of 'well done'.  We had the potential for neighborhood volume ordinance violations and my poor vacuum looked like it swallow a medium sized cat afterwards but it was a blast and we truly enjoyed it.