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This is how she arrived at church. :)
Thankfully we go at night, only 500 or so people saw her...I think she's happy about all the attention.
I AM a terrible mom (part blue)
This is how she arrived at church. :) Thankfully we go at night, only 500 or so people saw her...I think she's happy about all the attention.
I AM a terrible mom.
Breaking news.... Jama has fight with concrete steps and loses!
On Friday, I made my (never looked forward to) journey to the pit of all that was bad about me...New Hope. It is Homecoming 2008, with all the festivities: the floats, the convertible cars carrying girls much to young to wear those dresses, the former classmates looking fabulous, the trucks full of kids waving for no apparent reason to other kids waving back for no real reason, the firetrucks, police cars (who is protecting this city at this time?), and the reason we go... friends and candy.
We get there early to get a parking place at the normal place for us, the Methodist church. Now if you ever venture to New Hope (please don't) but if you do and you notice the church on the north just east of the school, that is the place of this boxing match. There are about 25 steps, at least 12ft wide going up to the sanctuary of the church. The girls are running around, because I need them to let off some steam, and playing with their friends, Hope and Grace. The party moves to the steps of the church, and Jama takes a notion to play "how many steps can I miss". Now she has fallen, scraped her head/face on the concrete and lets out her usual Joy scream. This scream comes out at anytime, and is usually followed by Amiley... (insert something Smiley has done here). So of course I didn't run to her aid, how was I to know, it was the usual scream. I don't rush, I just walk to her after I make sure the baby is being eyeballed by somebody. Then, has scrapes everywhere. nose, eyebrows, mouth, ankle, ouch but serious? I just don't see it, this is usual Jama scream, not a "hey this is important scream" (unless you were an onlooker), just the usual. The only thing she wants is a band aid for her ankle, which is not really hurt. Having heard her scream like that over a thousand times I guess I thought a "this is important scream" would be different, not so.
We watch the parade, gather candy, say goodbye to friends and load up for home, by now we have a bag of ice not being used although the having it makes the pain better. I ask her if she feels funny or sick, no. So I put them down for a nap.
When Jama awakes,
YIKES,
her face...
Oh sweety...
Bad Mommy...
VERY BAD MOMMY!!!...
On Friday, I made my (never looked forward to) journey to the pit of all that was bad about me...New Hope. It is Homecoming 2008, with all the festivities: the floats, the convertible cars carrying girls much to young to wear those dresses, the former classmates looking fabulous, the trucks full of kids waving for no apparent reason to other kids waving back for no real reason, the firetrucks, police cars (who is protecting this city at this time?), and the reason we go... friends and candy.
We get there early to get a parking place at the normal place for us, the Methodist church. Now if you ever venture to New Hope (please don't) but if you do and you notice the church on the north just east of the school, that is the place of this boxing match. There are about 25 steps, at least 12ft wide going up to the sanctuary of the church. The girls are running around, because I need them to let off some steam, and playing with their friends, Hope and Grace. The party moves to the steps of the church, and Jama takes a notion to play "how many steps can I miss". Now she has fallen, scraped her head/face on the concrete and lets out her usual Joy scream. This scream comes out at anytime, and is usually followed by Amiley... (insert something Smiley has done here). So of course I didn't run to her aid, how was I to know, it was the usual scream. I don't rush, I just walk to her after I make sure the baby is being eyeballed by somebody. Then, has scrapes everywhere. nose, eyebrows, mouth, ankle, ouch but serious? I just don't see it, this is usual Jama scream, not a "hey this is important scream" (unless you were an onlooker), just the usual. The only thing she wants is a band aid for her ankle, which is not really hurt. Having heard her scream like that over a thousand times I guess I thought a "this is important scream" would be different, not so.
We watch the parade, gather candy, say goodbye to friends and load up for home, by now we have a bag of ice not being used although the having it makes the pain better. I ask her if she feels funny or sick, no. So I put them down for a nap.
When Jama awakes,
YIKES,
her face...
Oh sweety...
Bad Mommy...
VERY BAD MOMMY!!!...
Adventures in chickens...
This past spring John and I embarked on an experiment. We are blessed to have a nice piece of property. We also have lots of room between us and our neighbors. Soooo, we decided to start raising chickens. On a Spohr of the moment thing, we purchased 4-one day old chicks and have been feeding and growing the dumb little creatures for 5 months. Now we have 1 rooster and 2 hens, Pa, Ma and Henrietta (the widow). I thought naming them would make it hard if we decided to eat one, but the kids are all about eating Pa since he is mean and trys to flog them. (Anytime we have chicken Joy asks if it's Pa we are eating)
You buy the little furry things and they do their thing. eat poop eat poop eat poop and grow... You don't, or even can't teach them anything really. They just get into a routine. Then they grow out of the current housing facility and you move them. Lock them up for a few days in that "house" and whala, they go back there. They all get big and soon the rooster is the boss and everything and everyone is the enemy. I didn't tell him to be a male chicken, I didn't treat him any different than the hens, so why did he become a dominating rooster? God made him that way. Hard wired to multiply and protect. Now the hens, they started laying eggs, in the bushes. I didn't know when they would start laying eggs and I thought that if I didn't feed them food for laying they wouldn't. Should I forget who is in control? God made those little creatures start laying eggs. Not because I did anything but because He does it all.
I put in a little effort and He gives and gives. Isn't it like that with all of our lives. We put in very little effort and He just continues to bless us. We even screw up and still we are blessed. We but say "Lord, I need you" and He is there, picking us up and brushing us off to bless us more.
The real first blog
Hello out there.... This is my first real post on my first blog about Smiley's first day of "school" when I first got enough courage to do this. More firsts later but now, on to this one. On the night before school, my usually laid back carefree little gal appeared from her room with "Mommy I can't sleep!!!" in a gala of tears. After some investigating, she was nervous about her first day of co-op. We had a quick prayer and all was better. Now I'm sure it wasn't the serious talk about obeying the teacher, the continuation of that serious talk about how John and I were excited about her first day. Oh no, I just couldn't see why she was upset. (onward Brandee!)These are pictures of her first day.
First is her and Jama sitting in the prayer circle to start the day. Each child is given the opportunity to have a prayer request. Then they pray as a group. What a great way to teach the coming together and rejoicing and weeping our Father has given us rise to do. At this point I'm outta here. We with little ones have the chance to get out so as to not disturb all day. (good thing, Boy is everywhere!)
Her and her BFF Bette (they must be the cutest first graders). This was a great way to see her in a group setting and see her maturity level against her peers. I know we have some work to do but I am blessed with God's grace and mercy over each of my children. It was a great day! She learned a nursery rhyme and studied about spiders and curds and whey (gross). She got to use pastels in her art class and is looking forward to more "school" days. Homeschooling is unique and not like your normal days of school but what a blessing it is to see her learn to read, write, comprehend numbers, and see details in things as never before. I wouldn't miss this for the world! Thank you Lord!
First is her and Jama sitting in the prayer circle to start the day. Each child is given the opportunity to have a prayer request. Then they pray as a group. What a great way to teach the coming together and rejoicing and weeping our Father has given us rise to do. At this point I'm outta here. We with little ones have the chance to get out so as to not disturb all day. (good thing, Boy is everywhere!)
Her and her BFF Bette (they must be the cutest first graders). This was a great way to see her in a group setting and see her maturity level against her peers. I know we have some work to do but I am blessed with God's grace and mercy over each of my children. It was a great day! She learned a nursery rhyme and studied about spiders and curds and whey (gross). She got to use pastels in her art class and is looking forward to more "school" days. Homeschooling is unique and not like your normal days of school but what a blessing it is to see her learn to read, write, comprehend numbers, and see details in things as never before. I wouldn't miss this for the world! Thank you Lord!
Boy's first steps
Here they are, Boy's first steps. For some reason, this milestone is painful. I don't know why but I want to capture every crawl now. (hormones? yeah I think so too) He will soon not let me hold him, preferring to explore. He will soon not snuggle, much to busy. I'm just gonna miss the baby stage. *sigh*. Ok, ok, enough lamenting.
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