tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18465182721402775592024-03-13T22:04:17.675-07:00Blessed beyond beliefLoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-29548368907981510202010-06-22T15:32:00.000-07:002010-06-23T05:54:52.025-07:00getting it togetherI have posted several times about getting a handle on this hurricane called the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wilson</span> household. Six people living under one roof, four being kids, is hard work. For so long I have been frustrated and have let so many things go. Tired of saying the same things over and over again. "Pick up your toys, clothes, dishes...trash!" Most of that falling on deaf ears until I am screaming at the top of my lungs. Then me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">defeated</span> and just doing it myself. They broke me. Big Time!<br /><br />Well, I am here to say, "No more!" This mama has turned a new leaf and it ain't going to be pretty...at first. I am picking myself up, dusting off, and laying down the law. Yes, you are probably thinking that it is long over due. Heck, I know it is. But as the saying goes...better late than never. I can be honest with all of you when I say that I had given up for so long. I had no idea what to do or how to get it together. Now I know:)<br /><br />Our house got a thorough cleaning the weekend before last because I just couldn't take it any more. My husband deserves a clean house to come home to after a long day at work. I deserve not to work myself to death to have every thing I accomplished be destroyed after only an hour or two. My kids deserve to learn some responsibilities and appreciation for what they have.<br /><br />So everyone has their own chores to do and items are picked up before bedtime. No longer am I the only one doing laundry or sweeping the floor. You make a mess...you clean it up. A good friend of mine had a great idea. She does it with her kids. I think my kids are the messiest eaters on this planet. It never fails that there is some spill on the floor after a meal. Multiple that by the three kids sitting there...yea...frustration level up.<br /><br />Well, she said to give each of them an old toothbrush and spray the floor and tell 'em to get to work cleaning. Great idea. So that has been something we have been doing. Grape juice was spilled earlier and the twins were in trouble....I'm not going into details...but that was part of their punishment. Clean the floor *wherever there were spots* with toothbrushes. (I'm not that cruel to make them do the entire floor)So we are gradually getting some kind of order to this chaos over here.<br /><br />I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hope full</span> and encouraged...now I just need some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accountability</span> to keep it up.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-91568152546351839112010-05-01T07:35:00.000-07:002010-05-01T07:49:42.791-07:00not even close.....lolOK, this post is mainly for my awesome mother in law, Susan. She has been getting the word out there for people to vote for my blog. She is the most wonderful, loving, encouraging MIL I could ever ask for. She is my biggest cheerleader and I love her.<br /><br />Unfortunately.....the votes weren't even close to the winners. But I do have to say that most of them had all month to acquire votes. Oh well, the prizes weren't that good any way. *grin*<br /><br />I didn't start this blog to win prizes or get hundreds of followers. Or to bestow my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">abundant</span> amount of wisdom on you.(he-he)This is my journal, my way to vent, to let other wives and mothers know they aren't alone in there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">endeavors</span>, and to glorify God in any and every way that I can....which isn't easy but so worth it.<br /><br />So Susan, don't fret about the outcome of the blog competition. You worked very hard campaigning for you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">DIL</span> and that makes me feel better than actually winning. I love you very much and am blessed to have you in my life.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-55022400004878244212010-04-24T17:22:00.000-07:002010-04-24T17:44:46.810-07:00blog nominated....wow...didn't see that cominghi everyone. someone nominated my blog on this link below. i have no idea who did or why but am flattered:o). So if you enjoy my blurbs go vote. no pressure or any thing. but i do have to say that i NEVER win any thing when in a contest. lol.<br /><br /><div><p><a href="http://bloginterviewer.com/page/2">http://bloginterviewer.com/page/2</a></p><br /><div>i guess i should tell you to go to the link above, click on my blog and then you will see a vote now button. it took me a while to figure out how to vote*blush*.</div></div>Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-62385018106973827692010-04-19T10:56:00.000-07:002010-04-20T07:33:29.877-07:00overworked and underpaid<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLBmCLL3gqatbFaZXrWK9DIsa4xy_biqybF4ClBeTAkDkXIcLHo0nSUaDR_MsVtQKcX-c0uOwJ45chZGOequ6Ij0fRCLKxLP4txTF7HaWiqRFmZKDDqVp1AB9aUWHQ7dvalVNSxDZohw/s1600/022.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462227582059486354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbLBmCLL3gqatbFaZXrWK9DIsa4xy_biqybF4ClBeTAkDkXIcLHo0nSUaDR_MsVtQKcX-c0uOwJ45chZGOequ6Ij0fRCLKxLP4txTF7HaWiqRFmZKDDqVp1AB9aUWHQ7dvalVNSxDZohw/s200/022.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div><div>I have heard this many times from different people through out my 30 something years on this earth. I always thought that it only was meant for the 'business world' and not getting paid enough for the job done. Well it has recently been put on my heart that isn't entirely true.<br /><br />I am a stay at home mom. I home school 3 out of 4 of my children. I try to take care of the needs of my husband, children and house. Most of the time I know I fall short and really struggle with that. I feel some what of a failure when things are chaotic and the house is destroyed, laundry is over flowing, dishes are in the sink calling to be cleaned, school work is put on the wayside, and the kids are turning deaf ears to my instructions. When my husband comes home and one or two things have been accomplished and his wife is a mess and almost in tears. Kids are running wild and.....well being kids.<br /><br />I think of that saying so many people use. Am I overworked and underpaid for this 'job' God has blessed me with. Yes, you heard correctly...BLESSED me with. After the above paragraph I wrote I can honestly say that I am happy and blessed by my job. I have those days mentioned above and wonder if I am cut out for this. Then I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reassured</span> when my kids tell me that they love me with a python hug and sweet kiss. Mo, my oldest, goes into her room and cleaning it when she knows that I am having an extra stressful day trying to get all my to do things accomplished. It makes me smile the moment I see all of my blessings sitting at the table helping one another with their school work. I especially feel overpaid when my husband comes home and smiles and gives me an appreciative squeeze for dinner being ready because he is starving.<br /><br />Yes, I am overworked with the every day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mundane</span> tasks of being a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SAH</span></span> mom...well mom for that matter. But I wouldn't say that I am underpaid. My family pays me with their gratitude and affection. To be honest I do have those days when I feel burned out and underpaid, then one of my little ones comes up to me and tells me I'm beautiful, even in my old sweats, hair a mess, knee deep in dirty laundry. You see that is my job. To raise children to love no matter what or who you are. To help one another no matter what the circumstance. I could go on and on but you get the point.<br /><br />Now in a few days or weeks I may come on here and post a venting rampage about a horrible, tantrum <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">filled</span> day when nothing got done or everyone one was in a bad mood and I need some mommy time....but that doesn't mean I have changed my mind. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">lol</span></span>. Everyone has moments to regroup and take a few for themselves. I just need a listening ear to get it all out, get some perspective and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> why I do the job that I have.<br /><div> </div></div>Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-9372511757009325112010-02-26T09:18:00.000-08:002010-02-26T09:47:07.420-08:00never a dull momentThe last 2 days have been interesting to say the least. Even though I only had 2 of my 4 kids, we had 2 incidents more than normal. Yes, it wouldn't be the same if something didn't happen.<br /><br />First of all <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wednesday</span> night Addison fell asleep in Todd's lap. No that isn't the thing I am referring to. I pick her up to take her to bed. I get her settled in and cozy under the covers. I turn to leave the room and spot it. Her and her 6 yo sibling had got into the maxi pads and stuck one to the wall. It was clean...I promise. And just to make it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">interesting</span> they tie a yo-yo to it. I guess it needed some decoration or something. I am up for any thing now. I don't think they can top that one.<br /><br />Yesterday, was not a funny one. Payton tells me that her younger sibling has drawn on the wall with marker. I go to investigate and Addison is rounding the corner because she heard the tattler. I couldn't miss the masterpiece. Dark blue scribbles outside our bedroom door. No it wasn't a small area by all means. This isn't the first time and I lost it a little and sent her to her room. Then I notice that there are 3 drawings of animals that Addison's 3 yo hand could not have done. So the tattler had told on her younger <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sibling</span> to keep from getting into trouble herself. That did it. Miss Princess had a date with her room as well.<br /><br />So the next 5 to 10 minutes I spend scrubbing their portfolio off the wall. Steam coming from my ears and trying not to get madder as I cleaned. (Well, my arms did get a good workout.) I just got frustrated because this isn't the first, second or third time they've done this. They always seem to find some writing utensil that I've missed putting away. Plus, my 6 yo knows better by now. Just needed to vent on that one. I guess I <span style="color:#000000;">will</span> end with the funny one next time. No I am not so naive that I don't expect something like this to happen again. Hopefully it won't be blue marker on a white wall.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-90851760740774911492010-02-13T11:57:00.000-08:002010-02-13T12:12:25.587-08:00score one for dad.....actually more than thatO.K. since yesterday's post was such a downer, I thought that I better do another one that is less depressing. I can't promise any thing. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>.<br /><br />I realized again how blessed I am last night. Unfortunately the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">twinkies</span> got whatever Addison had the other day. Some kind of stomach bug. Thankfully it only lasts about 24 hours. That isn't the reason I am blessed. Todd is such a wonderful father. Payton got sick earlier in the evening while I was in the shower. By the time I was finished he had every thing cleaned up and had her sitting with him giving lots of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loving</span>. Score one for Daddy.<br /><br />Later at bedtime, we got them all tucked into bed and started our night together. At around 11:45pm Jacob got sick in his bed. Todd jumped right in to help me. All right, not literally. Who would in that situation. Any way he got both <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">twinkies</span> out of bed because Payton was up by then. He cleaned our son up while I changed the sheets and gave them some water. We snuggled them back in to Payton's bed.<br /><br />At around 2am, Jacob got sick <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">again and</span> he dealt with it. Then he tells me he isn't feeling too well himself. Way to go Todd, dealt with yucky stuff while he wasn't 100%. What a man! Well, at about 4:30 this morning my poor, wonderful, loving husband got sick.<br /><br />Yes, it doesn't sound so great that almost everyone in this family is under the weather. But this wife and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mama</span> is thanking God that I have such a great family....especially my husband who would clean up 'you know what' while trying not to do the same.<br /><br />I love you Todd! You are appreciated and loved very much.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-5298740446908313502010-02-12T14:59:00.000-08:002010-02-12T15:08:35.310-08:00crummy weather, crummy moodIt has rained here for 3 days. It is cold, wet and miserable. Kinda like my mood today. Every thing has rubbed me the wrong way. The normal goings on have irritated me and my patience has been worse for the wear. Poor kids. Poor hubby. I'll be honest, I can't stand myself today. That is sad. Am I alone in this? Can any one else relate?? I am pleading that someone else will say, "Girl, I have been there and done that?" Just so I don't feel like such a horrible wife and mom.<br /><br />SNAP OUT OF IT!!Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-26375118636005868432010-01-18T13:42:00.000-08:002010-01-18T13:53:54.849-08:00Addison turns 3I am a little sad. Addison turned 3 years old yesterday. She is my last one and is growing out of the baby stage. Who am I kidding, she came out grown. This little person thinks she is a big kid. I guess since she has 3 older siblings that is to be expected.<br /><br />The morning she was born, I remember the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">dr</span>. placing her on my stomach and it was love at first site. Corny I know but oh so true. I told Todd that she didn't look like the other kiddos. YES, she looks like ME. I was so excited that one of them resembled me. I mean, come on, I do all the work and Dad gets all the glory.<br /><br />Addison is such a character. Nicknamed Queen A (as in queen b) she tries to run the show...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span> she does a lot of the time. One of her most used phrases is " you're not the boss...I the boss." I hear this often when she is playing with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">twinkies</span>. It doesn't help that they normally give into her. She is just too darn cute not to when she bats her eyes and looks all innocent. We are in trouble!!<br /><br />We are blessed with the last addition to our family. She continuously makes us laugh and gives awesome BIG hugs. Happy Birthday Addison!! We love you!!Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-42088212084805124502010-01-13T17:40:00.000-08:002010-01-13T18:29:08.022-08:00On Facebook of all placesBefore I got out of bed this morning I had my quiet time. I have struggled with <span style="color:#000000;">forgiving</span> for about a year now. I just can't seem to let this go with this person. My head knows that I am to forgive as God does but my heart is bitter toward this person and what was done to me. So that was at the top of my prayer time. I desperately want to let this go because it is hindering my relationship with my Lord. I can't grow in my faith if this isn't resolved. Some times I feel consumed by it. I don't want to feel this way any more.<br /><br />I asked God to give me a verse for what is going on with my <span style="color:#000000;">forgiving</span>. What is His take on all of this mess. I got up from bed and went on with my day not thinking that He would get back to me right then. You know that it could take some time when God is working on us.*grin*<br /><br />Around noon I got on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span> to check on everyone and my messages. As I am scanning over posts my eyes catch a phrase. "Has anyone hurt you???" Now <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">usually</span> I skip over that stuff but it was from a Christian site so I bit and went to the page. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMgoodness</span>, as I read I knew that God had given me my verse. ON <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">FACEBOOK</span> OF ALL PLACES!!<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#000066;">"There is only one law giver and judge, the One who is able to save and destroy." James 4:12</span></em></strong><br /><br />Now the scenario of how that person was hurt was completely different than mine but the feelings were the same. As a christian, I know I am to forgive but my heart is not wanting to because of my hurt. It is not my place to judge this person or their actions. It is not my place to be judge, jury and executioner. That is then my sin!! I need to hand this over to God to handle and ask for mercy on that person. That is when my heart and head will connect to forgive.<br /><br />Wow, I never thought in a million years that I would hear from God on Facebook. LOL. It is true that HE is every where but I have to chuckle about this one.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-59211202098737085522010-01-12T14:54:00.000-08:002010-01-12T15:14:45.850-08:00Making changesThey say it takes 3 weeks to make a habit. I am determined to make good ones this year. Our life around here is mostly chaotic. Which I hate to admit is a lot of my fault. I am the biggest procrastinator you will find and that isn't good. But at least I realize it and am working to change it.<br /><br />I am GOING to have a schedule and stick with it! Yes, I know that there has to be some give and take on it since we do <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">homeschool</span>. That doesn't mean that it has to happen often and whenever I think I need an excuse to just be lazy.<br /><br />The first weeks in January have been hairy. I will say that with the holidays and all the family being at my house has been part of it. I was ready to pull my hair out and scream like a maniac just looking around at the clutter and mess. I made a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">commitment</span> a few years ago that I wouldn't continue screaming at the top of my lungs to get the kids to do their chores or whatever it was that I told them to do. I am ashamed to confess...it happened... too much for my liking.<br /><br />So changes are coming in the Wilson house. Good ones. Yes there will be trial and error, maybe too many for my liking, but it will happen. I know not to set my expectations too high because it will not happen over night. There will be many tears and tantrums on both sides. So, feel free to ask how it is going. You may want to wait a month or more so you don't get you head bit off. *grin*Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-42912111665965783212010-01-11T14:49:00.001-08:002010-01-11T14:58:15.285-08:00see you soon sisterSaturday was the one year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">anniversary</span> of Gwen's passing. She was a wonderful caring person who wanted to take care of everyone. Sometimes neglecting herself. She was taken from this earth earlier than all of us wanted but God has given us a peace that passes all understanding. She is missed tremendously but we know that one day we will meet up with her again and rejoice in our Saviors love for us all.<br /><br />I wish that I had a picture of her to post so that you all could see what a beautiful person she was not only on the inside. She had a smile that would lite up her face and make you smile too. We love her dearly and would liked to have her here for our own selfishness but know that there were reasons beyond us that her life was shorter that we wanted. May you rest in peace sister and we will see you soon.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-32068799478708090042009-12-19T19:12:00.000-08:002009-12-19T19:24:37.969-08:00a ray of sunshineI decided I better do this now or it might be a day late. Then I would never hear the end of it from Morgan. My sweet sunshine is 13 years old today.<br /><br />My pregnancy with her was uneventful but the delivery was a whirlwind and very quick. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">remember</span> thinking that we had plenty of time before she arrived. Morgan had other thoughts. A total of 4 and a half hours after the first contraction, she was here. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Blonde</span> hair and blue eyes looking just like her daddy. She was crying and the nurse bundled her up and gave her to me. She wiggled her hand out of the blanket and gave me a smack on the cheek. I passed her along to Todd and she immediately quit crying. That was it....daddy's girl all the way.<br /><br />The time has gone by far too fast for me. My baby is a teenager now. What a beautiful young lady she is turning into. Embracing her title as first born oldest sister of 4. I really have no clue how I would get by without her. She is my sunshine. We nicknamed her that after she was born because her hair was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">blonde</span>, you couldn't tell that she had any. But that name means so much more now. Our ray of sunshine that is forever there. Our true gift from God, on lone to raise into a godly woman.<br /><br />Happy birthday, baby!! We love you so much!!Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-14893168969804190882009-12-02T10:57:00.000-08:002009-12-02T11:38:18.689-08:00I will worship while I'm waitingI love that song. It is one that makes me want to raise my hands in worship and belt out as loud as I can and praise the holy One. If you know me....I don't call attention to myself and can't carry a tune. But I'll tell you a secret, I turn up the radio in the car and belt it out with that one. Sorry kids!!<br /><br />It has been a rough road these past 2 years. Well, actually for many years it has but these past few have been a humdinger. I won't go into all the sob stories and be a Debbie Downer because if I let myself I can really <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wallow</span> in my self <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pity</span>. I don't want to do that. I want to worship my Savior and thank Him for all of the roads I have gone down and am still walking on. I want to keep my eyes on Him and Him alone. I know that He is with me always and that He is teaching me so many things if I just keep my mouth shut and listen.<br /><br />I can look back and see the changes that have taken place...for better. I can honestly say that I am thankful for the many struggles I have gone through. I see the changes in myself, my husband, and my marriage. I feel my faith growing and my focus in the right direction. Don't get me wrong, I still have a ways to go. But I will worship while I am waiting for my savior to continue His work in me. I will worship and praise Him when our finances aren't enough, when my marriage can't take another blow, my kids are screaming and not doing what is asked, when the drama seems too much, or it's just one of those days that you just want to quit.<br /><br />I will give thanks when all of our bills are paid and we have $3 in the bank. I will give thanks when Todd and I have an hour of quiet time together when the kids are tucked into bed. I will jump for joy when the kids are sitting at the table helping one another with school work. I will worship because I know that God is never leaving me. He will never give me more than I can handle. He is molding me to the person I am meant to be.<br /><br />Yes, I am human, and my faith will stumble. I will crumble under pressure at times....OK a lot of times. But He loves me still and will help me get back on track if I only ask.<br /><br /><br />Thank you Lord for the time and work you are putting into me!Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-31748461550852549042009-10-11T15:14:00.000-07:002009-10-11T15:42:15.033-07:00double belssingsIn less than an hour will be when 2 of my 4 blessings came into this world. I can look back now and breathe a huge sigh of relief and see the wonder and awe of our precious heavenly father at work. Though it was a difficult pregnancy with emotional, physical and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">financial</span> stress, it was worth every moment. Those two wanted to enter this world at 24 weeks and it took every thing we could possibly do to keep them in that cozy uterus for as long as we did.(almost 36 weeks) But only by the grace and mercy of God do we have 2 healthy, happy, loving, beautiful, thoughtful, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">rambunctous</span>, bickering, tattling, comforting, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cootie</span> avoiding, booger picking, obnoxious talking, sweet, endearing, compassionate, and God loving twins.<br /><br />Jacob and Payton are so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">special</span> to us. When we planned on just one more to add to our family, God blessed us with double the blessing. We can't imagine our life without them. They each bring something different to our family. Unique in their own way, but sharing a bond only they understand. I pray that they will always feel that way toward one another.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, Jacob! Happy Birthday, Payton! Happy Birthday, my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">twinkies</span>! We love you so much and think you two are the coolest 6 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> we know.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-8431098983897693492009-09-14T13:39:00.000-07:002009-09-14T13:44:42.427-07:00discovery toy partyHi all. You are more than likely tired of hearing about Discovery toys, but if I want to sale I gotta get my info out there. I am having a party at my house on Saturday Sept 19 at 3 pm. If you are interested in attending and didn't get an invite in the mail, leave me a post and I will get back with you on directions. Would love for you to come. If you can't make it, you can host a party yourself with my help. Depending on the amount of money your party makes, you can earn FREE toys or half off. And if someone at your party signs up to host a party...more goodies for you. OK, that wasn't so bad was it. I kept it short and sweet.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-26098279831011928532009-08-27T18:19:00.000-07:002009-08-27T18:37:38.141-07:00another firstOK, some of you have all ready heard about this but I've been busy and haven't been blogging lately. Better late than never. And I am a bit embarrassed to spill the beans on this one. You may think I am a horrible mother that doesn't watch her child close enough.<br /><br />Yes, it is about my adorable, funny, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mischievous</span>, sneaky, 2 and a half year old daughter Addison. It was probably a Saturday afternoon. We're all being lazy. Todd gave Addison a donut and she sits down in front of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span> to enjoy her treat. At some point I hear <em>crunching</em>. It is coming from 'the one I don't put any thing past any more'. I ask her what she is eating. She turns to me and opens her mouth. I don't see anything. We both go about our business. I hear the <em>crunching</em> again.<br /><br />"What do you have in your mouth?!"<br /><br />Todd, " I gave her a donut."<br /><br />" NO that can't be, she's <em>crunching</em>."<br /><br />So by this point she is hiding something behind her back. <em><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">AAAHAA</span>!!</strong></em> I get it away from her and let out an " oh no".<br /><br />Todd asks what is it. He had to tell me the specific name because I had no idea. All I knew was that they normally put it in packaging and it specifically says <em><strong>DO NOT EAT</strong></em>. Silica Gel.<br /><br />So I go on line and get poison <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">controls</span> number. Never had to call them before and our oldest will be 13 in December. So I get a really nice man and tell him the situation. He tells me that it is <strong>NONTOXIC</strong>....thank you Jesus...and to rinse her mouth out (all ready did) and give her some juice.<br /><br />I am bracing myself for the next event that will add to my grey hair.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-2632166735235547952009-07-03T20:47:00.000-07:002009-07-03T20:54:42.707-07:00blurbs from the princess<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7JecqwrOkpBviMcmNoSrZJ4nCJUGV4M36J2HPYRStprrF6HiVHXaiCd5Hp24U_5JiZ-D-zlPG4PSKzYCLB9SpTfy8wKwOs7rUE5CAWoXgf7_BxoV8PJBctYQgaNboOcJ4x9O6B-gjOo/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354447751351019906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7JecqwrOkpBviMcmNoSrZJ4nCJUGV4M36J2HPYRStprrF6HiVHXaiCd5Hp24U_5JiZ-D-zlPG4PSKzYCLB9SpTfy8wKwOs7rUE5CAWoXgf7_BxoV8PJBctYQgaNboOcJ4x9O6B-gjOo/s200/020.JPG" border="0" /></a> **This picture has nothing to do with the post but it is one of my favorites**<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A little girl handed down 2 bathing suits to Payton that she will be able to wear next year. But my princess loves clothes and is determined to wear the one that looks like Morgan's.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"Mom, my body has been hurting. Can I try on my bathing suit because I've had growing pains."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is my 5 year old who is going on 16.</div>Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-50361065002346736282009-06-28T17:07:00.000-07:002009-06-28T17:24:59.589-07:00ER trip???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnndTTQOEUA33SKcBDnnTtc8nP8xzgGutCZBhBQtM8gf2MOkEXy3nEfIeiM7KfaIji8NIXv_KgWbLIk1-pvlN7icVZSOVpIdGTVMvwQPK1szMsCr45kVXtnMUk-KwynrnbJovoXz9ERec/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538295119147314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnndTTQOEUA33SKcBDnnTtc8nP8xzgGutCZBhBQtM8gf2MOkEXy3nEfIeiM7KfaIji8NIXv_KgWbLIk1-pvlN7icVZSOVpIdGTVMvwQPK1szMsCr45kVXtnMUk-KwynrnbJovoXz9ERec/s200/006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbrulkKdjo9LGvQf2cPedgHc4vor2fQsndK93VoD-qUTPGgKPUo-6xJsk0bzWJfLiMpRe5MqwrWS7xF2E0Ou1BRRut4DwwiBoUyBbRFe5XpTmRx_Mb-IiSbjouOavCOREKztidqJKzWk/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538291392519650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgbrulkKdjo9LGvQf2cPedgHc4vor2fQsndK93VoD-qUTPGgKPUo-6xJsk0bzWJfLiMpRe5MqwrWS7xF2E0Ou1BRRut4DwwiBoUyBbRFe5XpTmRx_Mb-IiSbjouOavCOREKztidqJKzWk/s200/005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdYU6jra9csjc0rxhlwRfe3_kZ0DATMdZHMr4VoxTNP_SVyzqZcAWcSpezQU_PNPXLwJGwbQIcapGLESNXMXehsaUPNkm3ql52ly7b4bU72SS_gZD6ijU7VsSVN2DgPA_CXLSRaF_c_w/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538288133384258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdYU6jra9csjc0rxhlwRfe3_kZ0DATMdZHMr4VoxTNP_SVyzqZcAWcSpezQU_PNPXLwJGwbQIcapGLESNXMXehsaUPNkm3ql52ly7b4bU72SS_gZD6ijU7VsSVN2DgPA_CXLSRaF_c_w/s200/004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCp3yZWURPovZFQOPIcgAkdgTO-E7Ac5tydysGFw2q36zM8XpwF9U76NBSgHkBcYhdN_kw_N35TiJeFPCodsiX5HF_FCRDBgzbyEz0w_ZIlBaVJxnswy1pt4VxYKUB_fOArk-AWVqT_FQ/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352538282243414386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCp3yZWURPovZFQOPIcgAkdgTO-E7Ac5tydysGFw2q36zM8XpwF9U76NBSgHkBcYhdN_kw_N35TiJeFPCodsiX5HF_FCRDBgzbyEz0w_ZIlBaVJxnswy1pt4VxYKUB_fOArk-AWVqT_FQ/s200/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK, this is the first for Todd and I with any of our kids. And leave it up to Addison to be the one to do it. I don't know if you can tell in the pictures but those two teeny tiny objects are plastic, flower beads for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bracelets</span>. I was out in the garage and Todd was inside with all four kiddos. When I returned I noticed Addie playing with something, picking at her ear...laughing. So after a second or two I asked her what she was doing.<br /><br /><div>"Ear mommy." was her reply. So if you know my youngest child you'd know why I automatically went into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SEMi</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">panick</span> mode. I look in her ear and see one of those beads. Great!! We inform Daddy of the situation and I get to work on figuring out how to remove the object. It is barely inside the canal but not easy to get. I am unable to retrieve it so Daddy tries. He is able to get it and figures he's done....</div><br /><div>Well, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mamma</span> wants to make sure Addie didn't put more in there. She tells me that yes, in fact, there is another bead. OK, this one might not be as easy to get because she shoved it more down to make room for the last one. I'm thinking we need to go to the ER so they can get it out. Daddy, the calmer one says no he can get it......if the 2 year old can only sit still long enough.</div><br /><div>Yeah, daddy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">get's</span> it lose and out. Thank you, Lord! Now I decide to REALLY look inside those tiny ears to make sure there isn't any thing else. NO, that's it....... until next time. Praying this is the last time.</div></div></div></div>Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-14398127766832348152009-06-23T19:53:00.000-07:002009-06-23T20:01:03.078-07:00a sign of healingabout a month ago we planted a rose garden in Gwen's memory. It is still a work in progress but we have 5 bushes and some big rocks bordering it. We have a cross with a scripture on it. Can't recall right now what it is..I'll post it later. We made a marker out of plaster of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">paris</span> with her name on it. We want it to be a place where Krysta and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">JJ</span> can go and just think about and remember their mom. Some where the kids and whoever else wants to go and maybe get a little peace from all that has gone on. Have some quiet time with the Lord and just rest in His knowledge of being together with Gwen one day. Mom called earlier and said that 2 of the rose bushes have blooms on them. It is a reminder that life goes on and there will be healing.<br /><br />After we get some more done with garden I will post some pictures.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-15925399993510142552009-06-07T11:18:00.000-07:002009-06-07T11:25:52.235-07:00that girl!!As I sit here checking my e-mail and catching up on blogs, J and A are eating lunch. J finishes his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hot pocket</span> and is enjoying his treat of gummy snacks. A hasn't ate one bite and isn't very happy that she isn't getting her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gummies</span>. I told her that she had to at least eat a piece of her lunch before she gets them.<br /><br />This is her response, " I not like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hot pockets</span>. I NOT happy with you."<br /><br />Couldn't resist posting that. My daughter is going to turn the rest of my hair grey.<br /><br />Mean while she is laying on the floor saying, " I don't want <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hot pockets</span>....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gummies</span>! "<br /><br />The terrible two's have arrived.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-59713277554983406982009-06-02T20:54:00.000-07:002009-06-02T21:00:27.730-07:00my nephew, ErinnThis past Saturday my nephew, Erinn, graduated from high school. I was only 15 when he was born so you could say we grew up together. We had so much fun and still do.<br /><br />He is an awesome young man and I am so very proud of him. He loves the Lord and only wants to follow Him. He has decided to go into the ministry teaching children. That is his calling and I know that God is truly going to bless Erinn. I can't say too many good things about him. So many people love him and just want to see him succeed in life. Erinn is going far in this life!<br /><br />I love you, Erinn. God bless you!Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-18681080155469908652009-05-28T16:15:00.001-07:002009-05-28T16:18:53.266-07:00addison's blurbsBlurb#1:<br /><br />Me," Addison, help pick up the toys."<br /><br />Addison," No thanks. "<br /><br /><br />Blurb #2:<br /><br />Me," That's it. you aren't listening. it's time for a nap. "<br /><br />Addison," <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NOOOO</span> in corner." (time out in the corner instead of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nap time</span>)<br /><br />She asked to be put in the corner. Go figure.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-55934589593877934722009-05-25T21:26:00.000-07:002009-05-25T21:35:23.591-07:00he is so brave<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jacob</span> has done an awesome job being around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">chasey</span>. she was inside most of the day. Jacob had his blanket on the floor an<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">d shared</span> it with the dog. he even leaned down next to her and petted her. we took mo and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">krysta</span> to the movies. on the way back <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">jacob</span> said that he thought that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">chasey</span> missed us. it has taken 5 years and many months...but he finally got over his fear.<br /><br />we are so proud of him.Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-49773759926099536402009-05-25T01:11:00.000-07:002009-05-25T01:22:41.226-07:00a brake through<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhmDdncgAYyq0xnhmJBxQSNN-GlpCAqvWQomp52qqG_OYJyVor4mkGwHAf3yNOjZxJkTAeGv8t2aDs4xs-ltqWkmbf3hynuivHI75yFKTdndbLxiWw1N7G6VEkwcjFO2-Al8FrSmuyeA/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339673934722491778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhmDdncgAYyq0xnhmJBxQSNN-GlpCAqvWQomp52qqG_OYJyVor4mkGwHAf3yNOjZxJkTAeGv8t2aDs4xs-ltqWkmbf3hynuivHI75yFKTdndbLxiWw1N7G6VEkwcjFO2-Al8FrSmuyeA/s200/063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>If you know my son, you know how much he is afraid of our dog, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chasey</span>. She has been in our family since way before he was born. She is a black lab/grey hound mix. She is still on the hyper side even though she is around 8 years old.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She pretty much has to stay outside when Jacob is inside. He screams if he comes across her. Very dramatic reactions toward the poor dog who only wants to kiss him and be petted.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Today was a brake through. Todd let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chasey</span> in when Jacob was. J stayed on the couch for a while but didn't cry or scream. After a bit, he even got down and walked near her but still <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">leery</span>. By the 2<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ND</span> or 3rd hour J actually tried to pet her. Todd held onto her and J did pet her. He was comfortable with her being near him. Yeah. You can imagine what a huge step that is for my baby boy.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Before he went to bed we had this conversation.</div><br /><div>" Mom, I might forget in the morning that I am OK being around <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Chasey</span>. "</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>" Jacob, I think you are going to do just fine. "</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Todd and I made sure to tell him how proud we are of how brave he was today. That made him smile. I think he is proud of himself too.</div>Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1846518272140277559.post-48300128490524538712009-05-24T08:07:00.000-07:002009-05-24T08:12:24.767-07:00we have them too aunt lindsayAunt Lindsay posted about having a birds nest and now baby birds in a fern plant. Well, not too many days after that, we found a nest in our hanging plant on our porch too. Todd checked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yesterday</span> because I kept hearing chirping and wanted to know if they had hatched. He said that there are about 4 or 5 babies in there. I haven't been able to get a picture because it is up too high and I don't want to disturb them. Mama might not like that too much. So, Aunt Lindsay, we just wanted you to know that we have baby birds too. How are yours doing?Loyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03552923220648649625noreply@blogger.com2