Sunday, June 27, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
E-Man turns 3!
All aboard the Eli Express!!
Eli came into the world three years ago today...he arrived with the dawn...and continues to do so every single morning!!!
When asked what kind of party he wanted, he answered with the same answer for most questions...
"What are you thankful for today? Thomas"
"What was the best part of your day? Thomas."
"What is your favorite toy? Thomas."
"What kind of party do you want to have for your birthday? Thomas."
So, Thomas it was.
We played follow the conductor (complete with conductor costume...thanks Julia and Scott!!), we made Tooty Fruity Trains, ate train shaped sandwiches (Beth you are the BEST!), colored trains with sidewalk chalk on the front porch(Kevin and Ryan...amazing artistry), and had a dance party to the train themed CD Kevin made for him.
It was a great time!
May have discovered that E is not much of a big group guy...a couple times he was back in his bedroom playing with his trains while the rest of us partied it up. Which is totally fine.
*Mental note: Invite one friend for a fun day with Eli for his birthday...he will think it is the BOMB.
Happy Birthday, Eli! You are such a blessing and we are so thankful to be your Daddy and Mommy. xoxoxoxo
Eli came into the world three years ago today...he arrived with the dawn...and continues to do so every single morning!!!
When asked what kind of party he wanted, he answered with the same answer for most questions...
"What are you thankful for today? Thomas"
"What was the best part of your day? Thomas."
"What is your favorite toy? Thomas."
"What kind of party do you want to have for your birthday? Thomas."
So, Thomas it was.
We played follow the conductor (complete with conductor costume...thanks Julia and Scott!!), we made Tooty Fruity Trains, ate train shaped sandwiches (Beth you are the BEST!), colored trains with sidewalk chalk on the front porch(Kevin and Ryan...amazing artistry), and had a dance party to the train themed CD Kevin made for him.
It was a great time!
May have discovered that E is not much of a big group guy...a couple times he was back in his bedroom playing with his trains while the rest of us partied it up. Which is totally fine.
*Mental note: Invite one friend for a fun day with Eli for his birthday...he will think it is the BOMB.
Happy Birthday, Eli! You are such a blessing and we are so thankful to be your Daddy and Mommy. xoxoxoxo
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Mr. Biggers
We used to have a neighbor... Tiny old man. Always wore khaki shirts and pants...and this back in style fishing hat. Dark rimmed glasses. And dirty fingernails.
He was a gardener. He would spend the majority of the cooler hours of morning and evening on his hands and knees tending to the day lilies his Mama bred and planted in the yard. Hours and hours of tending. He was so proud of his ladies.
He and Mrs. Biggers never had children...so there was no one to pass these lovelies (his babies) to. He offered several times for us to come over and help ourselves to some. Which we never did.
They moved away a couple years ago. He was sick. So sick that when I stopped by to say goodbye, he did not recognize me.
The house he grew up and old in turned into a renovated rental.
They know nothing of the lilies. Landscaping crews come once every two weeks and mow the yard flat.
But I have noticed a few survivors peeking their faces out of the overgrown lot just behind the yard. They are lovely. They make me think of Mr. Biggers. And I wonder if he is still on this earth? Or is he with Him, the Lily Maker, in a place possibly filled with lilies? Did he know Him?
Mr. Biggers toiled and toiled. And now...there is almost nothing to show for it.
No one even knows about his passion for those flowers.
Except me.
Maybe I should get me a shovel...and maybe by moonlight...go out and get me some of those lilies...
To remember... to remember him...and to ponder the words,
"Meaningless! Meaningless!...Everything is meaningless..." Ecc. 1:2
And to make sure...that the things we choose to toil over...are things that matter...things that last.
He was a gardener. He would spend the majority of the cooler hours of morning and evening on his hands and knees tending to the day lilies his Mama bred and planted in the yard. Hours and hours of tending. He was so proud of his ladies.
He and Mrs. Biggers never had children...so there was no one to pass these lovelies (his babies) to. He offered several times for us to come over and help ourselves to some. Which we never did.
They moved away a couple years ago. He was sick. So sick that when I stopped by to say goodbye, he did not recognize me.
The house he grew up and old in turned into a renovated rental.
They know nothing of the lilies. Landscaping crews come once every two weeks and mow the yard flat.
But I have noticed a few survivors peeking their faces out of the overgrown lot just behind the yard. They are lovely. They make me think of Mr. Biggers. And I wonder if he is still on this earth? Or is he with Him, the Lily Maker, in a place possibly filled with lilies? Did he know Him?
Mr. Biggers toiled and toiled. And now...there is almost nothing to show for it.
No one even knows about his passion for those flowers.
Except me.
Maybe I should get me a shovel...and maybe by moonlight...go out and get me some of those lilies...
To remember... to remember him...and to ponder the words,
"Meaningless! Meaningless!...Everything is meaningless..." Ecc. 1:2
And to make sure...that the things we choose to toil over...are things that matter...things that last.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Our Summer List 2010
Got this idea from Meg over at Whatever...she has a super fun blog AND a house to drool over (only seen it via her blog...but, oh to curl up on that comfy couch of hers in her perfect kitchen...)
BACK TO THE LIST!!!
This is our summer wish list...may or may not do all of the items:
see school friends see WA family bird watching nature stuff catch fireflies and butterflies and lady bugs and snails swim at Miss Judy's dress up Sammy climb trees Frances Meadows Water Park Daddy perfect his wake-to-wake on his wake board Mommy wake board Spray Park Play date with the Moores make homemade ice cream
BACK TO THE LIST!!!
This is our summer wish list...may or may not do all of the items:
see school friends see WA family bird watching nature stuff catch fireflies and butterflies and lady bugs and snails swim at Miss Judy's dress up Sammy climb trees Frances Meadows Water Park Daddy perfect his wake-to-wake on his wake board Mommy wake board Spray Park Play date with the Moores make homemade ice cream
sprinklers in the yard Boat rides tent in the yard campfires and s'mores
Raspberry Devonshire Pie Space Needle Train ride Popsicles
50 cent ice cream at Corner Drug
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Wait for the Light
My Man preached today. From the heart and with conviction.
We had been talking about the topic, he and I, the whole week...
Light.
"Jesus is the Light of the world."
"God said 'Let there be light.'"
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."
Somewhere in the middle of the week, our kids discovered Silly Bands. (stay with me.)
If you have children, you know how 'awesome' these things are. Taking the world by storm I tell ya! Chloe has officially dumped the cell phone and has pledged her faithful affections to Silly Bands.
We happened upon a basket of them at a salvage store and the angels started singing. We bought four packs and counted our lucky stars. Happy as a lark, Little Miss was. Her joy was overflowing when she found out a few of her bands GLOWED IN THE DARK!
She quickly found the darkest room in the house, our laundry room. She layed out all the bands on the floor, turned out the light and closed the doors. I could hear her talking to them about how pretty they were and how she just loved them.
Being the sweet big sister that she is, she welcomed Eli and I to join her in the dark to enjoy the beauty of her glowing silly bands. I brought Eli into the laundry room and closed the door. He was instantly scared and had NO INTEREST in seeing the silly bands. In his almost 3 year old language he basically said, "get me the heck out of this dark room or at least open the stinking door!"
No comfort (It's okay, Buddy, I am right here) or coaxing (Let your eyes adjust...wait for the light...the silly bands GLOW!) would do. He wanted out and he didn't care a lick about whatever it was that his sister was trying to show him. He did not want to be in the dark.
This got me to thinking...and I shared it with Kevin...and he shared it with the church...
How often are we in the dark?
In the dark about what is happening. Or why God has allowed something into our lives. In the dark about our suffering? Or what exactly could He possibly be accomplishing?
Or...WHERE ON EARTH IS HE in all of this?!?
In those dark places...how often to do we not recognize that He (the Light) is right there with us in that dark place?
How often are we scrambling to get out of the darkness without a thought or care for what the Light might be trying to show us?
What if we allowed time for our spiritual eyes to adjust?
What if we waited for the Light?
What might we see?
We had been talking about the topic, he and I, the whole week...
Light.
"Jesus is the Light of the world."
"God said 'Let there be light.'"
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path."
Somewhere in the middle of the week, our kids discovered Silly Bands. (stay with me.)
If you have children, you know how 'awesome' these things are. Taking the world by storm I tell ya! Chloe has officially dumped the cell phone and has pledged her faithful affections to Silly Bands.
We happened upon a basket of them at a salvage store and the angels started singing. We bought four packs and counted our lucky stars. Happy as a lark, Little Miss was. Her joy was overflowing when she found out a few of her bands GLOWED IN THE DARK!
She quickly found the darkest room in the house, our laundry room. She layed out all the bands on the floor, turned out the light and closed the doors. I could hear her talking to them about how pretty they were and how she just loved them.
Being the sweet big sister that she is, she welcomed Eli and I to join her in the dark to enjoy the beauty of her glowing silly bands. I brought Eli into the laundry room and closed the door. He was instantly scared and had NO INTEREST in seeing the silly bands. In his almost 3 year old language he basically said, "get me the heck out of this dark room or at least open the stinking door!"
No comfort (It's okay, Buddy, I am right here) or coaxing (Let your eyes adjust...wait for the light...the silly bands GLOW!) would do. He wanted out and he didn't care a lick about whatever it was that his sister was trying to show him. He did not want to be in the dark.
This got me to thinking...and I shared it with Kevin...and he shared it with the church...
How often are we in the dark?
In the dark about what is happening. Or why God has allowed something into our lives. In the dark about our suffering? Or what exactly could He possibly be accomplishing?
Or...WHERE ON EARTH IS HE in all of this?!?
In those dark places...how often to do we not recognize that He (the Light) is right there with us in that dark place?
How often are we scrambling to get out of the darkness without a thought or care for what the Light might be trying to show us?
What if we allowed time for our spiritual eyes to adjust?
What if we waited for the Light?
What might we see?
Friday, June 4, 2010
This Boy
He is 22 days shy of 3 and seems to get sweeter and sweeter by the day.
He notices things. My hair. My freshly painted toe nails. His sister's favorite color on almost anything. Daddy's 'spot' on his face that is "Fofo's spot."
(That is his nickname Kevin gave him...weird story.)
He is a sharer. This morning he offered one of his 3 Silly Bands to his sister (who has a bazillion) because it was pink and "she loves pink."
He is a toucher. He will lay in bed with me in the morning and rub my face or arm. When we watch TV, he will reach over and hold my hand or lay his hand on my arm. When I hold him, he will lay his head on my shoulder and play with the back of my hair.
When listening to the radio, he will hear a man singing and say, "That's my Daddy's song!"
Or when the radio guy talks about Jesus, he will exclaim, "That's my Daddy's Jesus!"
He still loves his pacie...soooo loves his pacie.
(Dreading taking it away...but fear the day is near.)
His blankie is a close second. He drags it around with him most of the day. Loves to have it by his head in the car.
Trains and monster trucks and cars are his third companions. Each day someone new is his special toy and it goes everywhere with him. He sleeps with one every night.
Not sure how it is possible, but I love him a little more everyday.
Every day, he does something that makes me want to kiss his face over and over and over again.
He is such a sweet boy.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Life.
Life has been swirling around me lately.
Tons of stuff going on. Good stuff. But seems like tons of it.
Last week...7 tons of gravel delivered to our driveway. Yay to no more mosquito breeding pools. Boo to having to shovel/rake huge amounts of gravel.
Dear friends who are transitioning into life on the West Coast (deep breath, heavy sigh) have moved into the back of our house. Yay that they are here...Boo that they are leaving...and boo for lots of stuff that used to be in the back of the house now being in the front of the house...which we need to organize and find new homes for...yuck.
We have a little friend staying with us for a few days while his parents take a trip to Alaska. He is no trouble at all...AT ALL...Yay that he makes 3 kids seem doable. Boo because probably the only reason it seems doable is that he came potty trained and well parented.
Kevin is teaching for the 3rd time in 4 weeks this Sunday. Yay, because he is GREAT at it and is enjoying growing in it...Boo that it is somewhat stressful for him...and therefore somewhat stressful for us. But mostly, yay!
So the Yays, are balancing out the Boos...but still swirling...lots and lots of swirling.
* side note: spell checker is not a fan of the word 'yay'.
Tons of stuff going on. Good stuff. But seems like tons of it.
Last week...7 tons of gravel delivered to our driveway. Yay to no more mosquito breeding pools. Boo to having to shovel/rake huge amounts of gravel.
Dear friends who are transitioning into life on the West Coast (deep breath, heavy sigh) have moved into the back of our house. Yay that they are here...Boo that they are leaving...and boo for lots of stuff that used to be in the back of the house now being in the front of the house...which we need to organize and find new homes for...yuck.
We have a little friend staying with us for a few days while his parents take a trip to Alaska. He is no trouble at all...AT ALL...Yay that he makes 3 kids seem doable. Boo because probably the only reason it seems doable is that he came potty trained and well parented.
Kevin is teaching for the 3rd time in 4 weeks this Sunday. Yay, because he is GREAT at it and is enjoying growing in it...Boo that it is somewhat stressful for him...and therefore somewhat stressful for us. But mostly, yay!
So the Yays, are balancing out the Boos...but still swirling...lots and lots of swirling.
* side note: spell checker is not a fan of the word 'yay'.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Hey, June
Hey, June.
I just love you.
You are my birthday month and that alone makes you AWESOME.
You make me celebrate. You tend to offer lots of thunder storms and I love those too.
You are my favoritest month of the WHOLE year.
Love,
Sarah
I just love you.
You are my birthday month and that alone makes you AWESOME.
You make me celebrate. You tend to offer lots of thunder storms and I love those too.
You are my favoritest month of the WHOLE year.
Love,
Sarah
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