Monday, August 28, 2006

Blogger Tip #1: Don't let your husband know your blogger password.

Hello! This is Anita's husband (otherwise known as "DH"). Anita has invited me as "Guest Blogger" today.

Ok. Not really. She's in bed right now. I should be, it's late.

But instead, I've found myself looking for pictures of an old high school teacher in her old yearbooks. That's when I came across this lovely picture of you know who!

Seems this photo was on a page, underneath the caption/question "What do you hate the most about your daily responsibilities?" Anita's response was one of several from various high school students.

I post Anita's response and photo here - of course - to embarass her. But more importantly, to give praise to God for His sanctifying work in her life over the years as a mother and wife. Remember, the girl below, is the same girl who wrote these words.

So here you go:

11th grade - 1992
(she's still looks just as young & beautiful today, I might add!)

PS: If you leave her lots of nice comments, I might find some other incriminating photos of her to post! :o)

Saturday, August 26, 2006

A girl and a marker...

How could this sweet and innocent :) little girl, who sits quietly reading a science book to her teddy bear, ever do anything mischievous...?

The demon in her comes out... (enter Psycho music)

...I was only out of the room for a second.

That was all she needed.

Notice she now has a crayon in the last picture.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

It's the little things...

While I'm tempted to be overwhelmed at times with the many little voices calling me, (and calling me, and calling me, etc.) there's something strangely special about them needing me, and only me.

Take for instance, lunchtime. Not to brag, but no one can make their lunches the way they really want them but me, the first time. While I'm no short order cook, there are certain things that just make a meal go better. Like having all your little quirks worked out. The six year old likes a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, cut into two big triangles, apple slices with the peel on and juice in the tiger cup. On the other hand, the three year old likes a peanut butter only sandwich, with the crusts cut off and it "left big," apple slices with the peel off, and water in the fish cup. The one year old doesn't like peanut butter sandwiches at all, (she may starve one day) she likes grapes cut in half, and little blocks of cheese and ham, and lots of milk. And then there's the three month old. She doesn't ask for much. Just my total, undivided attention every three hours.

You're probably wondering why in the world I'm blogging about my children's eating habits, but the point I'm trying to make is that while I'm making their lunches especially for them, it is also a joy for me to be there, to do this job. When I'm tempted to run away and not come back for a long, long time (at least until the baby needs feeding again) I think about these little things, and it causes me to treasure, almost savor these moments.

There is no one else who can make a lunch with as much love as a mother can; and I wouldn't want any less for my children. I wouldn't want my children calling, (and calling, and calling) to any one else but me throughout their day. For now, they have entrusted their little hearts to me, and they depend on me for comfort when they're hurt, and food when they're hungry. These are the children that God has chosen for me, and they are wonderful blessing from the Lord. He has given me this job to do, and I must do it to the best of my abilities (which He supplies) and for His glory.

No, this is not an attempt to boost my ego in any way. I know how to make their lunches, but there are some things I'm still trying to figure out, like how to contain the legos into one room of the house. This is just a meager attempt to encourage moms. It's a big job. It's a hard job. But it's not mundane. You hold much responsibility in your hand, when you seek to shepherd your children's hearts.

Sometimes it's just good to know that you're doing the right thing. Like cutting off the crusts.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

On turning six, and feeling great...

Just a quick post to let you all know that I'm still alive. Here's a little quote from the birthday boy.

DH: So son, how does it feel to be six??!!
DS: Um..... Kind of sixy.

That's all I'm going to say about that! :)

And a quote from the three year old...

On Sunday we had the privilege of having John MacArthur preach at our church. As we were getting ready that morning, Aaron told the kids "Hurry and eat your breakfast, we're going to hear John MacArthur preach!" The three year old, doing her own version of misheard lyrics, asked "Dad, what's a karma parcher?"

I wonder if John MacArthur and karma have ever been used in the same conversation before.

I wonder what kind of Goggle search will bring up this post.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


UUGGHH!! Blogger is really provoking me to anger! It's not letting me put any spaces between my pictures and captions. (I know- a poor workman blames his tools.) Anyway, as you read the post below, the caption is underneath the picture that it is supposed to go with. Sorry it looks all jammed together.

My baby is six!

My sweet boy turned six on Monday! I can't believe how fast the time has gone by. It seems like we were just at the hospital having him.

Here's a few pics of the birthday bashes. We had a family get together on Saturday, and then went to Purple Cow on Monday. He was a bit confused as to when he could officially declare that he was "six," since we had two celebrations.

It was a Batman/Superman/Rescue Hero kind of birthday. We are now supremely protected from the forces of evil around here.

Getting ready for the Batman cake. This was the first year he successfully blew out the candles without spitting all over the cake. The guests were all relieved as well.

All's well that ends well.

Purple Cow Pics

Aahhh. Milkshakes from Purple Cow. Notice the purple drool coming out of their mouths. DH wiped his off before I took the picture :) The one year old was hanging on to that straw for dear life. It never left her mouth the whole time we were there!

The new six year old showing us his chest of steel.

Photography by the six year old.

Happy Birthday Buddy!

The LORD bless you and keep you; the LORD make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious to you; the LORD lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.

Numbers 6:24-26