tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80927715706965543172012-02-19T18:18:58.777-06:00This blog will be filled with all the really fabulous things God is teaching me this year. I am looking forward to sharing with you everything God has in store for me and my family. Happy reading!!BBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06920520673371826847noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8092771570696554317.post-81358572892199045712008-10-17T23:31:00.000-05:002008-10-17T23:31:47.929-05:00

 While on our recent trip to the wonderful world of Disney, I learned so many things...some quickly, in the moment there; others, after I got home and rested with a few minutes to think. Following are some of the lessons learned while in the magic land of Jiminy Cricket, Tinkerbell, and Mickey Mouse: 1. Walk slowly. So many things are missed as you rush on by. 2. If you

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It seems like yesterday that I walked The Kid into a three-year old kindergarten classroom. And now he's in second grade. The school is a new one for him (and us, too). And he's off to a great start. He's making friends, playing games on the playground (in his last school, he probably only played outside half a dozen times), picking stuff he wants in his lunch box, figuring out what to say

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As we drove up to our church on Monday following the goodbye celebration planned for our pastor of eight years, The Kid asked if he could make a Help Wanted sign. I asked what he would like to do with such a sign; he replied, “Put it in the dirt by the church sign.” I asked why and he answered, “Cause we are going to need a new pastor.”All this from the child who was too sad to write notes on

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Junebug suggested that i would be the LAST one to do this thing. I can't imagine that anyone really wants to know all this stuff about me...i'm not even sure i know it all, but i'm pretty sure that most will be surprised that i did it! here goes.....1. Were you named after anyone? Yeah, sorta...i was gonna be named after my dad if i was a boy and they were gonna call me bobby, so when i was a

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Tonight I kissed a six year old good night. In the morning, I'll hug a seven year old. And that's all I've got to say about that!!!To The Kid in our house..... Very little did we know that your visit with us would last so long! And we are so glad it has. You have brought our home much laughter, many smiles, and lots of tears. Our prayer for you has not ever changed: "God, please do whatever

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On this day two years ago, God smiled down from heaven and wrapped a piece of Himself in the flesh of a sweet baby girl. Tori makes me laugh and smile all at once. She is definitely her mother's child and that's ok with me, too! Every life she is a part of is happier and sweeter and so blessed just to know her. Happy Birthday, Tori!Grandmommy loves you!

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For several years now, my standard for obedience for The Kid in my house has been to obey “right away, all the way, and with a happy heart.” (I am so grateful to the mom who taught it to me. It makes me remember that we as moms should always be supporting one another.) Lately, however, I’ve been wondering if it would be enough for me to expect one or the other of these standards and let the

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Everyday after school, I give The Kid 5 minutes (well, we call it 5 minutes - it's usually more like 15 or 20) and then we sit down together to do homework. After researching the homework issue I know that The Kid has more than most anyone we know. We spend a minimum of an hour and up to two hours every night except Wednesdays and Fridays. (And, don't get me wrong, it's not that he doesn't

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Today was filled with fun. The Kid is out of school and his cousins are here from Texas for the week. He has introduced the four year old boy cousin to internet computer games (Webkinz and National Geographic for Kids are his current faves) and pushed the buggy filled with twin baby dolls and a cute purse for his soon-to-be-two-year-old girl cousin. There was lots more fun, too…popping long

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This past weekend The Kid was the Ring Bearer for one of my nephews. He loves this nephew and his new wife. Whenever they come to visit, they are so attentive as he catches them up on his latest inventions and current thoughts. He also loves Jack, their dog! All that to say, he made it clear to me (and others along the way) that he really does not like this job (he’s done it once before) but

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The Kid had to do a project on a famous American. He chose Thomas Edison for five reasons: (1) he has a book about Thomas which he loves and has memorized, (2) Thomas was an inventor which makes him an automatic hero for The Kid, (3) his middle name is Alva - for some reason The Kid thinks that is hilarious, (4) he quit school when he was seven, which also makes him a hero, then he set up a

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Well The Kid is not so excited about it, but it looks like he'll be able to go back to school tomorrow. Since January 25, he has been to the doctor 4 times and missed 12 days of school with walking pneumonia. He is still weak, but I think he's on the mend. (He thinks he's invented a way to make himself feel like he has fever so he can stay home. Bad thing, though, he told us that's what he is

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I heard many adults ask this question when I was growing up. I always thought that if they didn't know, I sure didn't! And why in the world would they ask a kid who lacked the knowledge and experience needed to ask such a big question.Today I was sitting in a class listening to an expert talk about the state of today's family and it made me so sad. Things like "the welfare of kids in MS is the

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Today I had lots of work to do....stuff I'd saved for this afternoon. I knew The Kid and the dad in our house had fishing plans, so I planned my day around that. I'd work longer into the evening and get some stuff done, then they'd come get me and we'd have the rest of the evening together at home.But they decided it'd be a good thing to invite me to go fishing since it was Valentine's Day

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Sometimes a child can do or say something so huge that to talk about it seems almost like sacrilege...like it could be jinxed if you talk about it too much or try to read too much into it. But, on the other hand, to not talk about it is to diminish it or act as if it's not so huge a thing after all. And for me not to write about and talk about it could mean that I completely forget it. So in

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The Kid is seriously frustrating me. He will not give me a Christmas list! Last year he was clear and very sure about his list. It was short and sweet: a bike, moonsand, and walnuts. It doesn't get easier than that! (He was SO surprised when he got more that those three things!) So not wanting to encourage greediness or a desire to accumulate lots of stuff AND at the same time, desiring to

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WOW! The Kid in my house is so excited! He is going to Disney World sometime soon, and as far as he is concerned, all else should cease and desist until the trip is done! He has told everyone and invited at least 20 others to go with us. The Kids' Guide to Disney World is his new favorite read and thoughts of Santa have taken a backseat. Most exciting of all is that we get to go with him! I'll

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The results of what I am sure is a most highly researched, scientifically developed personality study are below....Since "everyone else" seems to be trusting the results, I guess that "in order to maintain harmony" and make further "personal connections," I decided I should as well. But anyway......what do you think???You Are An ENFJ The GiverYou strive to maintain harmony in relationships,

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Four years ago, about this time, we dropped The Kid off and began the trip to Texas that changed our lives forever. As soon as we got there, we flew straight to the hospital, screeched into a parking spot, found the quickest route to the delivery wing of that hospital, then ran to the room where our baby was about to deliver her first baby. In retrospect, I am not sure why we rushed....that

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So The Kid and I were talking about lying and how much God does not like it. Curious about what he would say, I asked, "Do you ever lie?" He admitted that sometimes he had lied. Then he said, "But like a big bad roach, I stomped it out!"If only getting rid of bad habits were so easy for me.....

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Tonight when it was time to leave for Big Church The Kid in my house was one mad dude! He caught a baby box turtle today and he felt the turtle really needed him to stay home. But I am bigger and meaner, so we loaded up. The whole way there The Kid complained. He said he had already heard preaching today; I told him about the guest who would tell stories. He said he hated stories. Once we

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Saturday, July 14The circus is in town. The really big circus with the real clowns that go to clown school. We really wanted to take The Kid. He is a big fan of circuses. The biggest one he has ever seen, though, is the one at the fair. As we struggled with how to spend our “entertainment” money, we concluded that there would be another circus on another day. Going to the movie would be

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After spending almost a week apart, The Kid and I were catcing up on lost time. We played and read and sang together. Then it was bathtime. At his request, I stayed in the bathroom while he played in the tub after bathing. We talked and listened to Camp Bebop music. Times like this (kinda like the times when you are driving and your kids are in the backseat chatting away, forgetting that an

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Somebody had the great idea that a churchwide picnic on July 1 would be lots of fun! (I might note here that that somebody wasn’t there for the fun!) At any rate, even with the huge probability that it would rain on our picnic, we packed up our ice chest and loaded the chairs and The Kid into our currently unairconditioned van for our evening of fun.We got there early, staked our spot, and ate

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This past week was VBS at our church. The Kid had a grand time. He really got into the missions offering competition and he loved the music. He was inspired also to ask almost everyone he saw outside of church, "Do you love Jesus?" On one day this week, we were in and out of the car several times running errands. We could not leave each place until he had asked the person attending us if

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I am officially a full-fledged member of the sandwich generation - with a mom and a grandson both living in my home. I feel hugely responsible for the happiness and well-being of both - for two very different reasons....my mom, because she cared so unselfishly for me when I was growing up (and even still) and The Kid, because, well, he's a kid with flaked-out biological parents. What's been so

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A wise person once said, "The footsteps a child follows are most likely to be the ones his parents thought they covered up."Following is a personal case in point..... Company was coming soon and the house needed cleaned up - quickly. The Kid offered to clean his room and off he ran. He even ran out to the laundry room to get an empty laundry basket to fill. Now I knew there were no dirty

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Today The Kid in our house got a big fat spankin'! And I do mean big!! Of course he asked for it, as surely as if he'd come right up to me and said, "Please spank me now!" He had been whining, complaining, arguing, and being generally disobedient all morning and into the afternoon long. Then he just had to hand me the last straw - you know, the one that broke the camel's back! Well, it was

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Everyone who knows the kid at our house knows that he loves to invent things. Lately, he has been working overtime on a solar powered shrinking machine. He has built it using one of everything he could find, held together with lots and lots and lots of tape. An unsharpened red pencil is the on-off switch. It is not so big but it doesn't have to be. According to The Kid, the solar power is

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In the past few days, The Kid in our house has had some funny-to-us things to say. In my own attempt to remember them, I will post them here....Sunday after church, I asked him to pick up the two pairs of shoes he had in the middle of the den floor. I asked him again and again. After the third request, sure he understood the seriousness of my request, I moved on into the kitchen. A minute

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The Kid in our house loves teddy bears. I do not think I've ever met a boy who loves bears the way he does. At last count, he had 19. They all have names and personalities. There is Heavy, the very large bear and Little Brother(pictured here), Heavy's brother. There's Chocolate and Licorice. Then there are the triplets - Madro from Fadro 1, 2, and 3. His first bear was named Sleepy. Sleepy

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Today I wore my old black pants, a cute black (hand-me-down) sweater, and sensible (that means comfy but not too cute) black shoes to church on Easter Sunday because it was just too cold to wear the lightweight linen dress I've been saving for Easter. I thought, for a very brief time, "no one wears their old clothes on Easter Sunday to church...what if someone sees me? I am wearing my old

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Yesterday, on Sesame Street, Ernie visited his special quiet place where he goes to think. He even had a song to sing about his special place under an apple tree. After that song was over, it occurred to me to ask The Kid if he had his own special quiet place. He nodded his head and pointed outside...then he said very softly, "with my dog." "What do you do in your quiet place?" I asked. "I

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It's the second day of a new month and I feel the need to post something to get this month started. I've been thinking that since it rained on April 1, that is a good sign of the beautiful things to come. The rain will freshen and clean everything. It will also feed and nourish things. And it washes away the yukky stuff. Yep, rain gets a bad rap, I do believe. But, just think about it...

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why is it that when you keep your kids up late, they still wake up early in the morning?why does your husband never hear you tell him stuff? (and exactly how young does this begin?)why it's ok for him to tell you how to drive, but if you tell him, it's called "backseat driving?"why do birds poop on the car you just washed?why do yukky things happen to special people?and, conversely, why do yukky

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Today has been a bad day for the kid in our house. He said he got in trouble for being a tattle tale at school, then he got in trouble for running exactly where I told him not to, soon followed by more big trouble for the kid when he did not obey "right away, all the way, and with a happy heart." He spent time sitting on his bed alone and in time out. He even got two spankings.At the end of the

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1. My hair. It has always been thin, frizzy, and naturally curly. Even when I have been able to get it to look decent in my own bathroom in front of my own mirror, once I step outside, it’s gone. I’ve ironed it, grown it long, cut it short, rolled it on pink spongies and huge plastic rollers. I’ve moussed, gelled, and purchased an array of products all in a feeble attempt to control it,

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As we were leaving the mall one day during the Christmas holidays, The Kid and I saw a man sitting on the sidewalk outside the door. He was playing a harmonica and had his cap sitting out in front of him. I quickly explained what the man was doing and almost as quickly, The Kid said, "give me all of your cash." His sweet heart wanted to help the man out.But his brain took over and as soon as we

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All kinds of magic takes place in our house at night! Most of the "magic" was created in response to a fear the kid in our house has/had. For example.....The Toenail Leprechaun collects ziploc bags containing trimmed nails. He always leaves a prize in return. The story goes that leprechauns are unable to grow their own nails, so they depend on the generosity of kids like ours. The TL has turned

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The Bible is clear about this one thing - God wants us to come to Him like children with the kind of pure, unaldulterated faith they have. There have got to be some limits, though. For example, what about when The Kid prays for snow on one of the hottest days we've had in months?I gently explained we could not pray for snow because it would not happen on that day. His reply, "You won't know

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Saturday was a great day for the child in our house. He had a birthday party to attend at Pizza Inn - friends, pizza, and games - it doesn't get any better than that for a 5 year old boy!When it was time to leave the party, he was trying desperately to untie the balloon from the back of his chair. Every grownup around him was trying to talk him into a different balloon. But he had become attached

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There are just some things kids should never have to know or think about. I'm thinking of things like how much the house note is, how we're going to pay for the car repairs, why otherwise good people do bad things, and that there are people in life who will let you down. Kids ought to get to be kids and worry only about things like where to get mud when it hasn't rained for days, how to talk mom

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Family…a little word with so much packed into it. In that one word is all the love, protection, security, what’s-mine-is-yours, I’ll-fight-for-you-and-I know-you’ll-fight-for-me stuff a person could ever want or need. At the very same time, thoughts of family can conjure up more sadness, hurt, disappointment, and heartache than could ever happen anywhere else.I know from 50+ years of experience

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These words are used several times a day by my precious grandson Johnathan – anytime he doesn’t want to do what is being asked of him. I have found myself thinking these same words - more than once since he was last here. The truth is if we are going to be honest, we all probably do many things each day while, in our heart of hearts, we are saying, “I can’t want to do this!”For example……The

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Today we were having a casual frontseat/backseat conversation when Austin, comparing me to some other woman, said to me, “Momma, you are the most beautiful woman in the world. No wait, (long pause) yeah, you are the most beautiful woman in the world!”(By the way, I remember feeling the same way about my own mom – in fact, I think I still do!)As we were leaving church later on, we were busy

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Austin plays basketball. Well, he plays as well as any 5 year old who can’t run and dribble at the same time and who is afraid the ball might hurt if it hits him. It’s more accurate to say that Austin plays. He knew none of the other players on his team when he started 3 months ago, but he’s already been invited to their birthday parties and has invited every one of them to come to his house

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