tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6555960726374765572024-03-13T09:13:01.163-05:00Full Life, Simple HeartThoughts from a girl who desires simplicity!Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.comBlogger162125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-27466684081945932642010-09-23T21:18:00.001-05:002010-09-23T21:20:24.225-05:00~Crazy Good~Life feels crazy.<br />
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I got a job. I absolutely LOVE this job! God couldn't have blessed me more. It's with a missions organization called <a href="http://www.christar.org/">Christar</a>. The people are so sweet. My boss is precious. I'm having a ball...and using more brain cells on a daily basis than I've used in the 6 years I've been a stay-at-home mom. I'm head tired when I get home!!! <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mr. 5 </span><span style="font-size: small;">is in Kindergarten now</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">Mr. 4 </span><span style="font-size: small;">is in K4. </span><br />
I juggle the emotions that come with watching "all the other moms" (you know, those who DON'T work outside the home) get to be homeroom Mom, if that's their choice. I juggle the emotions of frustration of "<em>how do Moms that work find time to work out? Or do laundry? Or the energy to play with their kids at night?"</em><br />
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So our family is in "adjustment mode". And life feels crazy. And yet good. Because God is so good to us. <br />
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<ul><li>My kids are amazing....I've had such a fun summer with them. They've grown. They are so conversational. We've swam. We've collected and traded silly bands with all our friends. <em>(OK seriously...how BRILLIANT was that invention?!) </em>We've just hung out. No big plans. No over-booked summer. So sweet. </li>
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<li>My relationship with Jesus has grown IMMENSELY this summer. I cannot even express to you the precious time of growth I have had...and am in. Our family is still in financial distress...and all I can tell you is that honestly, <span style="font-size: large;">I wouldn't trade the spiritual growth for all the financial comforts in the world</span>. God is utterly and completely amazing. He has shown up in amazing ways. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Calm-My-Anxious-Heart-Contentment/dp/1600061419/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1281394300&sr=1-1">This book</a>, my Bible Study group and being intentional about memorizing God's promises have been significant in my life this summer. </li>
<li>It's also been a continuing journey of hearing God for what His plan is for our family....do I work outside the home? Or do I work inside the home? That's another post for another day.</li>
</ul>Summer is coming to an end. Can you believe it? I hope to be able to post more now that my little men will be in school soon.<br />
Until next time~Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-27524351621781624952010-06-01T10:10:00.000-05:002010-06-01T10:10:54.944-05:004<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Little Guy~</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't believe it....you are<span style="font-size: x-large;"> 4</span>. I remember so clearly the day you were born. You were a huge baby! I was in awe...I looked over at you and thought, "he's the size of a kindergartner! No wonder I have stretch marks down to my toes."</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You instantly completed our family. We are so thankful you were born.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to say....I've NEVER met anyone like you. You have such a distinct, amazing personality. God took special care to design you, for sure. He delighted in you, as I do daily. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4hA073wGFcZJKvrHS9REZJ42xjPa7TewzYVda9hsIqG0NPG4yTen9EAlexR5mXrMf0SLbnSxjRh7MHkBO6b4mzjF60q69fbN4mXa7R8OTD_gM0F9BY-3U0fICghXxq4uB8BNd1gzXp8/s1600/IMG_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht4hA073wGFcZJKvrHS9REZJ42xjPa7TewzYVda9hsIqG0NPG4yTen9EAlexR5mXrMf0SLbnSxjRh7MHkBO6b4mzjF60q69fbN4mXa7R8OTD_gM0F9BY-3U0fICghXxq4uB8BNd1gzXp8/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You are so fun...and have a <span style="font-size: large;">huge</span> sense of humor! <br />
Your faces and expressions entertain us all non-stop. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You're way too smart for your own good...and even at 4, can size up a room of people and assess the entire situation. It's really scary! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Never underestimate a man ~ or toddler ~ who is the strong, silent thinker-type. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>They've got your number! </em></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My prayer daily is for your <span style="font-size: x-large;">heart</span>. Trust Jesus with all of it. He will <span style="font-size: large;"><em>never </em></span>lead you down the wrong path. You are truly fearfully and wonderfully made, my little love. Because of knowing you, my heart will never be the same! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-62526879285668556212010-05-19T09:05:00.003-05:002010-05-19T09:09:37.363-05:00~How lovely...~<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I don't know about you...but sometimes God just has to whack me over the head to get my attention. How unfortunate for me, right? You would think I would've learned by now to listen daily and closely, so as to spare myself much anxiety. Oh well....my stubborness keeps me learning and growing, I suppose. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I went to a luncheon with my Mom as her guest recently. At the end of the luncheon, there was a random drawing (which I am fully convinced there is no such thing as <em>random</em>) and I won! What fun. What had I won?? Glad you asked. This book:</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I read...and read...and read. Beth had some <em>interesting little points</em>. And of course, I was learning nuggets about my insecurities. But for the most part, I felt I was so blessed to be a fairly confident woman. How lucky. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Slowly, God began to uncover my tightly closed eyes. I began to really SEE areas in my life that I am insecure. Now, I understand that all women struggle, to some degree or another. And fortunately, mine are not blatantly screaming insecurities...or an out-of-control daily struggle. They are more hidden. But still as serious. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">But thank GOD I don't struggle ~ at all ~ with being insecure with my man. (Ahem) </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Last weekend, my husband's work sent us on an all-expense PLUSH weekend in Savannah, GA. It was wonderful...and such a sweet time with Bill. No kids. (Hallelujah!) At this work weekend, we met 30 or so couples from around the United States who do similar work. We met some wonderful people. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-12214609432493733652010-05-16T22:19:00.001-05:002010-05-16T22:22:51.159-05:00~Back to life~Here I sit at the computer....on resurrection day. The resurrection of this blog, that is. Thanks to two of my sweet girlfriends (you know who you two are...), I "reconsidered" this blog. This is what I've prayerfully come up with...<br />
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This will be my place to document my family, my heart and my love for and walk with the Lord. I decided this blog should be written for my kids. I want them to be able to see their life (since I'm a terrible photo-album-keeper/scrapbooker!), and I want them to truly know me. Since at this time in their lives, my "job" is to be their Mom and not their best friend, I want them to be able to look back and hear my heart for them...and for the world the Lord has put us in. So this is for them. And me. And you, if the Lord so chooses.<br />
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It's not to impress. I will not allow myself to get trapped in comparisons. I will not struggle to speak, if the Lord hasn't put something on my heart. It's His, mine and my kids. If you want to take the journey with us, we're blessed. If not, we're still blessed. <br />
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Right at this moment, I have a broken camera. So I don't have the ability to take new pictures. This could cause me much "blog anxiety". But it is what it is. And I give that anxiety over to the One who can free me from it. For now, I'll just write until I can photograph, too.<br />
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How me and my family have been since March:<br />
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(1)Healthy<br />
(2)Growing in our trust of Almighty God each and every day. We're still "touch and go" with paychecks. They are spotty at best. Some months (okay, only one month in the past 8) are feast, while most are famine. But God knows exactly where we are. And that's where He currently chooses for us to be. So I trust. I wait. I do the next right thing daily. And wait some more. And know that God is good.<br />
(3)The boys are changing, growing. They are little people now. Little people with wills of their own. Hearts of gold. Hugs that would melt a glacier. Smiles that are heartwarming. They are discovering who God is. What his Word is...and means in our daily lives. They are learning daily what it means to <span style="font-size: large;">need</span> God, by dealing with their own hearts bent towards rebellion, as are all of our hearts.<br />
(4)My husband and I are working...lots. He is continuing to press on in his line of work. God is opening doors and will bless as He sees fit. It's all in His hand. I have re-picked up a home business I used to work when the boys were tiny and it's been fun to see God bless it. I keep eyeballing Him. He's never steered me wrong yet...in all my 40 years of livin'. <br />
(5)Lastly, Bill and I are just enjoying being married. We're relishing being parents. We laugh a lot about the things our kids do ~ things that are easy and things that are "difficult". We know this time is momentary...fleeting. He's a great leader, that man. And God love him...he puts up with me. Not only that, he loves me well.<br />
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I'm going to bed now. I'm tired. And grateful. And blessed.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-17835743187449102082010-03-10T16:14:00.000-06:002010-03-10T16:14:46.436-06:00Life IS full and my heart will always stay simple~Simply put....I will be retiring this blog. For now, at least. Maybe always. I need to figure out if I will maintain it down the line as a family blog ~so our relatives and close friends can keep up with our busy lives. But for now, it won't be happening. <br />
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God has taken us on a journey with debt pay-off, financial challenges, parenting and such. I have shared a lot of this with you along the way. And the journey continues. We're still in the thick of it. There should be so much to write about everyday. My thoughts should be overflowing. They are not. <br />
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This tells me that I need to focus all my energy and prayers on the specific things in our lives that we are fully devoted to right now, in order <strike>survive</strike> thrive during this time. And of course, my family stays as my main daily activity.<br />
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I will follow the Lord and my heart on this.....and maybe I'll be back one day. Maybe I'll do another blog entirely. I don't know. But I do know I'll still be reading yours every chance I get (if you have one). <br />
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Thank you for following! And blessings upon blessings to you~Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-8924895780113258892010-02-28T08:44:00.002-06:002010-02-28T08:45:44.029-06:00Oh, of COURSE....silly me.<em>"What's going on here?",</em> I ask.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's been very traumatic. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Now I can resume life as normal. </div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-25204458789003036662010-02-18T09:27:00.009-06:002010-02-28T08:51:37.922-06:00Stylistically challenged....I'm not even sure if "stylistically" is a word, but you get the idea. And I sort of have a sense of humor about my dilemma. However...<br />
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I am challenged. C-H-A-L-L-E-N-G-E-D, I tell you.<br />
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For 6 years, I have been wearing yoga pants and tennis shoes or flip flops. I've been content. I've worn them because that's almost all I own. And I've been happy that way. They are comfy. They stretch. They fit me on skinny days...and not skinny days. <br />
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Now, due to my <a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-out-for-moral-support.html">going back to work</a>, I have to actually buy <em>real</em> clothes. Like shoes that grown-ups wear. Every single day.<br />
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So I go into stores...and stare. And walk around aimlessly...and stare some more. <br />
There are reasons for this malfunction:<br />
(1) All I've <span style="font-size: large;">needed</span> to function in my daily life for 6 years are...you guessed it.....yoga pants.<br />
(2) I haven't spent money on clothes in 6 years....due to our desire to get out of debt. I have not shopped. Period.<br />
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I realized very quickly....<span style="font-size: large;">I'm no longer hip</span>. I never thought I be <em>that</em>. Un-hip.<br />
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Another way I know I am stylistically challenged is this:<br />
I decided that before I start working full time, I will finish up all those little nagging unfinished home projects that take up space in our garage and zap me of much emotional energy.<br />
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And this look:<br />
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Lately I've been painting everything that isn't nailed down.....and I've been painting it <span style="font-size: large;">black</span>. Yep. Because that's the color paint I have. And black goes with everything, right? Right...???? <br />
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I AM CHALLENGED, I TELL YOU. I am confused as to which "look" I want...and how to make my house have <em>that look</em> with limited funds. I'm concerned I don't have <em><span style="font-size: large;">the eye</span></em>. <br />
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I love the light and airy look of whites. But I live in a testosterone-filled home...is that practical for this time in our lives? And I'm married to a man that would love to live in a lodge in Colorado...or <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/homeandgarden/category/lodge/">Pioneer Woman's guest lodge</a>. So, I'm trying to merge all those styles. <br />
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Where is <a href="http://www.theletteredcottage.net/">this girl</a> when you need her? Or <a href="http://www.thenester.com/">this one</a>? Why can't <a href="http://www.mysweetsavannah.blogspot.com/">she </a>be my neighbor? Or <a href="http://shanty2chic.blogspot.com/">these girls</a>, my best friends?<br />
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I persevere. I will move forward and just do what feels right in our home. If the black is too dark somewhere, then I'll move it...or paint it again. God help me.....<br />
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Tomorrow I'll invite you in to our home. I'll show you where I feel challenged. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>"Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow..." Isa. 1:18</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-9793576244626298632010-02-01T09:09:00.002-06:002010-02-28T08:50:58.598-06:00~The Journey~Journeys can be adventuresome, or troublesome or both at once. They can seem so large that all you can do is seek...and wait...and seek some more. <br />
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That's where I am. And that's where I've been since January 18th when I last blogged. <br />
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I wrote my first blog post ever on January 31, 2009. That was my first experience ever with writing for anyone but myself to read. It's been spectacular...and scary...and humbling....and insecure....all in one big ball of blog.<br />
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I have ebbed and flowed with ideas, proud moments of posting, and moments of asking myself, "why did I just hit the 'post' button??? that was less than a good post." <br />
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I have come to realize I am a slow processor. I have to clearly feel a "leading" to write something, or it won't happen well...and I'll regret posting it. <br />
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So with the past few weeks, I am sitting and processing. Amazingly, I have mentioned many times in this blog in the past year how life has seemed 'big' and 'overwhelming'. It HAS been. Financial struggles and huge spiritual growth issues can seem 'big' and 'overwhelming'. Incredibly, this year of 'bigness' has coincided with my blog writing. Coincidence? I think not.<br />
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I opened my blog a few days ago on January 31st wanting to acknowledge that my 'anniversary' was here. I was incapacitated. Words were not there.<br />
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Here's some words today as to where I am:<br />
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(1) I am sorting out all my feelings about returning to work. What an <strike>amazing</strike> interesting journey. Not only am I sorting out my feelings about it, I'm putting together resumes, and trying to figure out what job I am to hold. What I have learned in two weeks: I have been panicked and holding on so tightly to where I think I am to be. As of today, Feb. 1st, by God's grace, I am letting go and letting Him direct me. It's much more peaceful that way, by the way. <br />
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I am also sorting out what I can contribute to the 'outside world'....realizing how locked up I am about my value or contribution in life. By God's grace, He is setting me free of that as well. I'm not fully there yet. I am, however, on a journey of discovering who I am as a <span style="font-size: large;">woman</span>. Not a Mom. A woman of God. <br />
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(2) At the same time, as God would have it, something from my past has been dug up. God's timing for this to emerge NOW, along with everything else we're currently going through, is beyond me, but I do see His hand in it all. So I plow forward, grow up in it, deal with it and heal. <br />
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(3) At the very same time, God has my marriage in a huge growth time. Amazing growth. It has been a good marriage for over 7 years . Now our marriage is growing up in some hard areas to become <span style="font-size: large;">great</span>. Again, why now? I dare not ask. I'm just excited to see where we're going.<br />
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There. Blah. Truth be told. No cutesy kid pictures this time. No beautiful 'journey' pictures to post. Not as interesting, I know. But I don't have the time or energy to add either right now. If you're still with me at the end of this post, thanks. I'm honored you read.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-58291840552282868792010-01-18T09:42:00.002-06:002010-02-28T08:48:23.040-06:00The invitation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This morning I was invited to a tea party.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I haven't been to a tea party since I was a little girl, so I was so excited! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wanted you to meet some of the other guests.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VcCwIOLg0P89a_2UH1T2vbrUzKpvJcLxqWnla-FqzTOOUCW7YFdIOPHtjDVVkx5kfwh0-GJO-Sv3_MVqn8Wh55lqdOLxUZwxwU4VzxTxdJrPODNG1uvqWrp52q6o9kRntkUi4zC8uDI/s1600-h/IMG_0936.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VcCwIOLg0P89a_2UH1T2vbrUzKpvJcLxqWnla-FqzTOOUCW7YFdIOPHtjDVVkx5kfwh0-GJO-Sv3_MVqn8Wh55lqdOLxUZwxwU4VzxTxdJrPODNG1uvqWrp52q6o9kRntkUi4zC8uDI/s320/IMG_0936.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet "<em>Sea Horse Freddie"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpICkMWqqDL5GOCkVtnN4J77OvhsBp0LvqpkWKSCCfo29O7Ff1g3Aht75SZfOul3PN4sBrBMd_mPYcv3qauVmKglLuv7vzFOm3N-PO9lhCrNM_DbXpKIkWUKdKfF63YKnqZqq3Dpr_Y6s/s1600-h/IMG_0928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpICkMWqqDL5GOCkVtnN4J77OvhsBp0LvqpkWKSCCfo29O7Ff1g3Aht75SZfOul3PN4sBrBMd_mPYcv3qauVmKglLuv7vzFOm3N-PO9lhCrNM_DbXpKIkWUKdKfF63YKnqZqq3Dpr_Y6s/s320/IMG_0928.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet <em>"Tiger Run Fast"</em> (That's his Indian name, I guess)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOekFLBNJtsS0gV_FLut3dofTP5_zzynC2yUCTBcW7aZ22Lfgn2e8qeK_d8-hyhn7wN4wC6uMlfaNBABp6rP5ZEWonNU2s3YXPDeVEhyphenhyphen_lVHe_YYui4ODrAwuVnM_4QtzW3OjRNtMCTns/s1600-h/IMG_0929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOekFLBNJtsS0gV_FLut3dofTP5_zzynC2yUCTBcW7aZ22Lfgn2e8qeK_d8-hyhn7wN4wC6uMlfaNBABp6rP5ZEWonNU2s3YXPDeVEhyphenhyphen_lVHe_YYui4ODrAwuVnM_4QtzW3OjRNtMCTns/s320/IMG_0929.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet "<em>Silly Monkey</em>"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRo-5F2Q06p63AEyxB1L8hMpX1Zy0WZAKpEh37GfFiU6xvLAMZ-UnjBfxG19geXMr3WIjuTMRoZSHdYMoNJMevia7yrHmtJ91ylj7MrfnWnwKql1NDLhlr18G0eDNurdUbqLC6hGcVUA/s1600-h/IMG_0930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxRo-5F2Q06p63AEyxB1L8hMpX1Zy0WZAKpEh37GfFiU6xvLAMZ-UnjBfxG19geXMr3WIjuTMRoZSHdYMoNJMevia7yrHmtJ91ylj7MrfnWnwKql1NDLhlr18G0eDNurdUbqLC6hGcVUA/s320/IMG_0930.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet our bird friends, "<em>Pepper"</em> and <em>"Big Headed Bird"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69G6fNGT8k9tf9-6CAxO3jkBnOsaS3jAJ5s6hnLVrBwSKU9cdbhlSo_cZTX_Pg2DCIou7u_500JnvRQ30IkahT4FNMes9pcwgc03qQFkQKCXzcYYCUDae7lFM27T2AF-_3FWQHngynA4/s1600-h/IMG_0931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69G6fNGT8k9tf9-6CAxO3jkBnOsaS3jAJ5s6hnLVrBwSKU9cdbhlSo_cZTX_Pg2DCIou7u_500JnvRQ30IkahT4FNMes9pcwgc03qQFkQKCXzcYYCUDae7lFM27T2AF-_3FWQHngynA4/s320/IMG_0931.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet <em>"Chocolate Donut"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqjAhled4q-gx7cKcI3GZBvoUn5YD9cd8useNgfH_XVQAaYVe3RDL3i9yjqg_zogP_GZ_1Q00RKnfwOCt-XML8YIDXO7eoBul_rrgzY9RozY3XmyRtnGBx-oKbPgV7dkIuRt2cD0eew4/s1600-h/IMG_0935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqjAhled4q-gx7cKcI3GZBvoUn5YD9cd8useNgfH_XVQAaYVe3RDL3i9yjqg_zogP_GZ_1Q00RKnfwOCt-XML8YIDXO7eoBul_rrgzY9RozY3XmyRtnGBx-oKbPgV7dkIuRt2cD0eew4/s320/IMG_0935.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And lastly, "<em>Freddie"</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXWJNId3LgM1yxESq2nw9QMV2nihEyKYDo_YDIRkTJdVHrxUhocRu8qTtXniQj4LCddkYPTvHdrAHc8ZnsCwf2SL_vqVWGC-r8YlnPrMPZUvp9WALfn5WASED1ZLCdXddoyuEYdlpWZLA/s1600-h/IMG_0933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXWJNId3LgM1yxESq2nw9QMV2nihEyKYDo_YDIRkTJdVHrxUhocRu8qTtXniQj4LCddkYPTvHdrAHc8ZnsCwf2SL_vqVWGC-r8YlnPrMPZUvp9WALfn5WASED1ZLCdXddoyuEYdlpWZLA/s320/IMG_0933.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was the best tea I've ever had. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh yah...and I had a donut, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The best kind of donut...the one that doesn't add a pound.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-32243223484932036722010-01-15T15:50:00.003-06:002010-02-28T08:52:08.897-06:00Calling out for moral support....Well, first I want to update you on my progress with <a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2010/01/resolution-2as-much-as-i-hate-to-admit.html">Resolution #2</a>, working out. It's going fabulously. In fact, I'm on day 11 and I feel stronger already..... <span style="font-size: large;">very sore</span>, but stronger. I'm eating well...not sleeping as much as I would like...but, for the most part, doing exactly what I hoped I would. <br />
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However, right now, I really want a cupcake.<br />
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OK, I know there are many, many mothers out there who have dealt with this dreaded issue: <br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">going back to work</span>.</em><br />
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If you've followed me for any time at all, you know about our financial <strike>woes</strike> <a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/contentment-in-spite-of-circumstances.html">issues</a> around here. We have been faithful to do all that we know to do, in order keep Mama home. Well, it looks like our backs are up against a wall. This might be the time I have to go to work outside the home. And Mama is struggling with it a <strike>little</strike> lot....as I'm sure most women do when they face this. <br />
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<em>Any words of encouragement out there?</em>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-59363625588915289272010-01-14T08:59:00.001-06:002010-02-28T08:49:09.909-06:00Having children makes you humble<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-ai8sHNMl-k3v2n-TE3hWrJ7qB1BiNolpX4fosbcjsX8jV_qC7y3aRvmz72HfCRB9V7buaFXiNN-6kQoEj0cNrajPCUJNn9vZqyN13EnLPHWcXK7yOhcaiFAWQ9pLzKQB3ldV9iCOCQ/s1600-h/bathtime.muffins+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM-ai8sHNMl-k3v2n-TE3hWrJ7qB1BiNolpX4fosbcjsX8jV_qC7y3aRvmz72HfCRB9V7buaFXiNN-6kQoEj0cNrajPCUJNn9vZqyN13EnLPHWcXK7yOhcaiFAWQ9pLzKQB3ldV9iCOCQ/s320/bathtime.muffins+003.JPG" /></a></div>We've been memorizing Ephesians 6:24 around here: "In your anger, do not sin". <br />
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Last night, on our way to a class at church, we were having fun in the car seeing who could remember certain verses. The last verse we recited as we got out of the car was Eph. 6:24.<br />
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After class, I went to the children's area to pick up my kids, and my 3 1/2 year old had this very "guilty" look on his face. As I went to hug him, he told me, "I have poop in my pants." <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_DzcEvYUeHUCWS70ndLAl2et1b25vVz6kf9VcaXcAHQvG23GckR8jOACXCN8Yjb03iRpPCFetmO6PBtRggtAQHNI0GGlwL9FOp_z-Prp0_Wu3G05QyiuEx-bzEv4xdPVQfVO-Sk6pYAE/s1600-h/IMG_0359.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_DzcEvYUeHUCWS70ndLAl2et1b25vVz6kf9VcaXcAHQvG23GckR8jOACXCN8Yjb03iRpPCFetmO6PBtRggtAQHNI0GGlwL9FOp_z-Prp0_Wu3G05QyiuEx-bzEv4xdPVQfVO-Sk6pYAE/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" /></a></div>Let me just tell you....we have worked...and worked....and prayed...and scolded...and rewarded...and prayed some more....and rewarded some more....and so on and so on....you get the idea. THIS issue is my button that will throw me into orbit. NOT because I'm not willing to work on it. But because, if you knew my son, you would know he is one of the most head-strong kids you will ever come across. And on THIS issue, he shines. <br />
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He CAN do it. He CHOOSES to hold the power. <br />
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So we have gone round and round and round. Anyway...I digress.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLvf4RzvbxltNfK9lcfbVy8eXCQ0eGhLGIbkPIhQe1iymujrGPz54EBQse2eK-BvCk6kJA_gPga28xDmu1DuKPNO9ENmU0DiwT_klDFnUz6-d_VRRCbxdINvgj5FhxM7C_pKaLLktZpU/s1600-h/IMG_0376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnLvf4RzvbxltNfK9lcfbVy8eXCQ0eGhLGIbkPIhQe1iymujrGPz54EBQse2eK-BvCk6kJA_gPga28xDmu1DuKPNO9ENmU0DiwT_klDFnUz6-d_VRRCbxdINvgj5FhxM7C_pKaLLktZpU/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" /></a></div>So, last night, I lost my cool. But instead of yelling...or down-talking him.....I grew cold and silent...and sulked. He knew I was mad. My thought process the entire time I was behaving this way, was "I don't want him to do this to PLEASE me. I want him to make the right choice." But I stayed angry. And distant.<br />
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I was cold to him as he tried to engage me in conversation on the way home. I was cold to him as I gave him a bath. I was cold to him as I dressed him for bed and went to tuck him in. He didn't challenge me at all. He knew. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AU7OCMzkIyQSn3pLvOWOpuGCeqf4-AgLSm4AB7oIw23mgoXgB9uDK6qPHtCiwD6r05MwnjaHDXcN7cMuFeDRFhk8UqHDW0eGDUDwV4uHYV5XFQMypWOYpThef6Uh69-Lx4f8EpQEyjU/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_AU7OCMzkIyQSn3pLvOWOpuGCeqf4-AgLSm4AB7oIw23mgoXgB9uDK6qPHtCiwD6r05MwnjaHDXcN7cMuFeDRFhk8UqHDW0eGDUDwV4uHYV5XFQMypWOYpThef6Uh69-Lx4f8EpQEyjU/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" /></a></div>Once he was in bed, I was going to just simply say his prayer, put him to bed and get out of his room. I was still too mad to engage with him. BUT...I decided to go ahead and ask him, "what do you want to pray for tonight?" He said: "I want to pray that God will help me be a big boy." <br />
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OH. My heart melted. He WANTS to do differently. He doesn't know HOW to necessarily make it happen on his own. He GETS it....at least the asking God for help part. <br />
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How precious. I softened. And then, just as instantaneously, the Lord brought to my mind, "In your anger, do not sin."...and then, "Let your GENTLENESS be evident to all." Phil 4:5. I may not have been harsh, but I was not gentle. At all. <br />
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I don't think I ever <em>consciously</em> thought (or admitted out loud), "Am I significant?" "Am I enough?" "Do people like me?" "Do they <em>choose</em> me?" <br />
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I am discovering that my life has been full of search for significance. <br />
And how, I'm discovering, this plays out in my immediate life is.....<br />
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"Is my home <em>nice enough</em>?"<br />
"Are my children <em>well behaved enough</em>?"<br />
"Does my husband <em>tell me enough</em> that he thinks I'm doing a great job at this mothering thing?"<br />
"Will so-and-so think that what I just said was stupid?"<br />
"Will my new community group <em>judge me</em> if they <em>really know me</em>?"<br />
"Will my Bible Study group think I'm <em>spiritual enough</em>?"<br />
"Am I <em>creative enough</em>?"<br />
"Am I <em>organized enough</em>?"<br />
And it even plays out in blogging..."Is my blog <em>interesting or "captivating" enough</em>?<br />
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I'm tired of <em>trying so hard</em>. Even though I am <em>just now realizing</em> (or naming it) that I have been trying so hard. <br />
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I think it's high time to truly grow up and find my significance in Christ alone....the one who truly, deeply knows and loves me anyway. <br />
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To Him, my home is nice enough. He provided it. He wants us to fill it with the things that matter: love and forgiveness for each other, hospitality to others and instruction to our children about living a life that is honoring to Him.<br />
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To Him, my children's hearts are more important than their behavior. <br />
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To Him, my heart for my husband is more important to God than what Bill says or doesn't say to me on a daily basis. <br />
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To God, I don't have to be spiritual enough, or creative enough, or more witty or insightful...He loves me just as I am. He made me. His desire for me is that my heart is <em>right </em>before Him.<br />
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To God, this blog is provided as a way to journal thoughts, stories and family photos. It's an outlet of expression. I can so easily get caught up in the comparison game, but God wants me to be honoring in what I say. Period. Honoring to Him. Honoring to my husband and family.<br />
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<em>The search for significance</em>....the term has been used so much and yet the "solution" is still sought after. We still play our lives for an audience that doesn't truly matter. What matters is what GOD thinks of me. What matters is how HE sees me. Even when the voices in the world are loud, God's voice is to be heard louder.<br />
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How do we do that?<br />
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We fill our heart and head with TRUTH...God's Word. And we run over it again and again and again in our hearts and minds. We bank our life on it. We live by it. We claim it.<br />
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And everytime we pick up our script and start playing life to the larger audience, and discover that it doesn't work, we go back to where the Truth is and fill our hearts and heads again. And we do this as much as it takes to find significance in Christ alone.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>...Be made new in the attitude of your minds...</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Ephesians 4:23</em></span></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-63700444758457276802010-01-07T20:48:00.001-06:002010-02-28T08:50:06.102-06:00Tomato Tea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPCmQ2EhjY3lTN-JSIa8uQVu3cTg9WS8CHFd1WGIjADuqlM7hGO66h28XNG_Oi0jIIk0zmVmCCLaP551K7DeLp5YYS2QYcySSAeV5gz1R8SOMbkULs9Zaw502bn2ErKBrZ2ZzFfBp13E/s1600-h/IMG_0870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlPCmQ2EhjY3lTN-JSIa8uQVu3cTg9WS8CHFd1WGIjADuqlM7hGO66h28XNG_Oi0jIIk0zmVmCCLaP551K7DeLp5YYS2QYcySSAeV5gz1R8SOMbkULs9Zaw502bn2ErKBrZ2ZzFfBp13E/s320/IMG_0870.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the latest craze around our house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">One night, when my husband could not breathe when he was supposed to be sleeping, he found this recipe on-line as a cure for severe sinus congestion. Supposedly these ingredients are known for their medicinal properties. Using these ingredients together is supposed to help heal sinus/ear infections, colds, coughing and sore throat. It was mentioned that it has even been found to kill flu germs and strep throat. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't know about all that, but I do know that it tastes fantastic...and depending on how much tabasco you put in it, it just might curl your eyelashes, too!! What a bargain, huh?!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong>Tomato Tea Recipe</strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2 cups V8 Juice</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2-3 cloves garlic crushed (use more if you can) <em>*I used minced from a jar</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2 T Lemon Juice</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hot Sauce (the more, the better..so as much as you can handle)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>ENJOY!</em> </div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-88324453489382104402010-01-06T22:18:00.002-06:002010-02-28T08:50:33.121-06:00"Hello...yes....is this poison control?"Tonight, my 3-year-old comes bouncing into the kitchen, smiling from ear to ear, with a "milk moustache"...only it's red. I said, "baby...what have you been drinking?" <br />
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"My medicine!"<br />
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"What medicine?"<br />
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"My 'cough syrup'"<br />
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Uh-oh.<br />
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"Show me, sweetie, what are you talking about?"<br />
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He then happpily and bouncily (is that a word?) runs excitedly to the bathroom and shows me.<br />
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How is it even <span style="font-size: large;">possible</span> for a person only about 3 feet tall to reach <span style="font-size: large;">up</span> into a cabinet (that I, at 5'9", have to myself reach UP to get into), pull out "cough syrup", remove the CHILDPROOF LID, and consume 2 full medicine cups of this:<br />
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After NOT handling it well with my reaction, I called poison control. They informed me that he would probably sleep. Very hard. Immediately.<br />
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He is. 7:00 pm.....LIGHTS OUT. His idea. <br />
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Lessons Mama has learned:<br />
(1) My kid is a make-it-happen-kind-of-guy. If he wants something, he will make it happen. This will make for an amazing adult...but a child to watch like a hawk!<br />
(2) For obvious reasons, I will be checking all the childproof lids on all the meds tomorrow. <br />
(3) If I ever need him to sleep at 7:00 PM, "accidentally" leave the lid loose on the Nyquil. I AM KIDDING, PEOPLE.....PLEASE DO NOT CALL CPS. <br />
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We're grateful he's okay. He gave his Mama quite a scare tonight.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-68456816722119022492010-01-06T15:41:00.002-06:002010-02-28T08:52:36.708-06:00Letting go of expectations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GRtvxaC77gTYQq5tU_AJwRMEnLxXXSfDI2txAoTrauKz28sLyGYM5Ux_0OAlcQtdoxayQmFLKEYWcw7lxnsdk1ZN8W0c16Y-L21lklTljXnbuxcsfT7BbsIJZnHbOyA3p-EAV9T80Bc/s1600-h/IMG_0843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GRtvxaC77gTYQq5tU_AJwRMEnLxXXSfDI2txAoTrauKz28sLyGYM5Ux_0OAlcQtdoxayQmFLKEYWcw7lxnsdk1ZN8W0c16Y-L21lklTljXnbuxcsfT7BbsIJZnHbOyA3p-EAV9T80Bc/s320/IMG_0843.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Nope, I've not been feeling good. Neither has Mommy or Daddy or big brother. </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>What a way to start a New Year, huh?</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CXQjcKV9y5pIs864B259M8uVuiNSjBTgJNmzcOcV5iqjXqjjXF7vl6-DXBOz6xPhwnyIT4WGEZjOYDjM6HIrtSZ90UNAjmi4vdsjHqWASp7RrYTXYLnJwmVOciAGY7WO9qlVTl0is20/s1600-h/IMG_0846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CXQjcKV9y5pIs864B259M8uVuiNSjBTgJNmzcOcV5iqjXqjjXF7vl6-DXBOz6xPhwnyIT4WGEZjOYDjM6HIrtSZ90UNAjmi4vdsjHqWASp7RrYTXYLnJwmVOciAGY7WO9qlVTl0is20/s320/IMG_0846.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>We've been making lots of hot chocolate. It's super cold outside. </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>We've also watched quite a bit of Scooby Doo.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mommy's first week of twenty-ten was not what she expected.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She really hoped to get a new, fresh start to this year. </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But.....that's not the way it's worked out really.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mommy says that is part of what God is teaching her. </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She needs to let go of any expectations, not get frustrated, and live each day, loving her family well.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-23157151337936645182010-01-03T22:09:00.003-06:002010-01-03T22:15:12.588-06:00Resolutions #3 and #4....Resolution #3:<br />
Sleep. More.<br />
Get in my room on time. <br />
Then, I'll most likely be to bed on time. <br />
Which will enable me to get up on time. <br />
And I won't be grumpy as often. <br />
My husband and kids will thank me for this one.<br />
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Resolution #4:<br />
Read more. I know it's not the highest of aspirations to only plan on reading 8 books in one year. <em>But give me a break, people. It's about the best I can hope for at this stage in my life.</em><br />
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Currently I am reading (and enjoying!):<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>The Well-Versed Family</strong> by Caroline Boykin is really good! I heard her speak here in the Dallas area recently and was really moved by her heart. Her book is about practical ways to help get scripture into the hearts and minds of our kids. I've been putting some of her ideas into practice and my kids are responding beautifully. There is nothing more precious to me than watching my kids internalize the Word of God. <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My rating (thus far): 5 out of 5.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><strong>Fascinating Womanhood</strong> is about marriage and how to become "fascinating" to your man. It's chocked full of great information and practical applications...and isn't for someone who is the least bit feminist. I'm learning a lot and enjoying it immensely, but also know full well that several years ago, it quite possibly might have offended me immensely. :) <br />
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And I love your comments! Please keep them coming. That's one of the ways I know you are reading it. Another way I know people are reading is for you to "sign up" as a "follower". This helps me know that my time invested in this means something. My "following" numbers are low, but DAILY I have others respond to me by e-mail or in conversations about something you read. I'd love to know you are out there! :) Or another easy way to let me know you "stopped by", is to sign up on the Blog Frog in the right margin. <br />
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Yes, this blog is an outlet for me. But I also am constantly soul searching my way through it. Do I need to change it? Do I need to have a more focused topical blog? Do I need to just keep it little bitty and make it be a "what's happening in our family" blog, so relatives and friends can keep up with our lives?<br />
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Then I ask...what does GOD want with this blog? So...I am searching. I will continue. And I will work on it...and improve it. If I know you are interested. I will actually invest energy...and decide what direction I should take it in for twenty ten.<br />
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Please let me know if you are enjoying it! That helps me know how to proceed.<br />
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Thanks! Happy 3rd day of this New Year....Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-63062534603984133952010-01-02T23:35:00.001-06:002010-01-03T08:24:16.892-06:00Resolution #2...as much as I hate to admit it!For only the 2nd time in my 40 years of life, I am adding the resolution to get in shape (along with the rest of America) in 2010. Actually, for only the 2nd time in my life, have I needed to. I know, I know...before you log off now due to irritation, please know that there is a difference between FIT skinny and UNFIT skinny. I may have been skinny most of my life...but definitely not always fit! Regardless, now....I am 40....and neither fit NOR skinny. Nice. <br />
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So, I have a plan in place. I actually gave myself until Monday, the 4th, to start....so I get one more day to indulge in fattening delights! Nine years ago, I undertook the <a href="http://www.bodyforlife.com/">Body for Life</a> challenge. It's a 3-month nutrition and exercise plan....and fairly easy to do. I really liked it...and loved the results I got. So now at 40 (and two babies later), I will try once more.<br />
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Today I took care of planning out the menu Bill and I will eat next week...and bought all the groceries. We're set and ready to go! I'll update you mid-week next week, when I feel like I've been hit by a mack truck.<br />
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I must admit, although I am looking forward to feeling like I look better....my main reason nine years later for doing this program again is <span style="font-size: large;">to be healthy</span>. I want to take care of that which God has given me. I will do my part to see that my sweet boys have a healthy, present Mom...and Bill has a vibrant, energy-filled wife. If I get to actually wear a bikini this summer, then that is just a bonus.<br />
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<em>What about you? Do you have any fitness goals this year?</em>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-54863853675603360822010-01-02T10:28:00.001-06:002010-01-02T10:29:45.443-06:00Simple ResolutionsI told you I'm a New Year's Resolution maker. I thought I'd take a few of them and share them with you in the next few days. I'd love to let you know what God has laid on our hearts around here for twenty ten. Maybe I'm telling you so you can offer some encouragement...or maybe because if I speak the words <strike>out loud</strike> in writing, then I have to follow through. :) Either way, thanks for letting me share. <br />
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In two thousand nine, <a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/">Crystal</a> offered much inspiration to me in the ways of frugal living. I'm so thankful I found her blog! She has been a true blessing. In <a href="http://www.moneysavingmom.com/money_saving_mom/get-your-finances-in-line-in-2009/">this post</a>, she talked about how she and her husband saved up cash to buy their first house this next year. She started out 2009 with 33% saved. And ended the year with 100% saved. Amazing! So she inspired me and got me to thinking....<br />
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It's been awhile since I posted about our debt payoff journey. The <a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html">last time I posted</a> (in June), we were at 64% to our goal. Since that time, we have had some major set-backs financially. My husband's job became 100% full-commission, as he is trying to build a business in a recession. That scared me. But it didn't scare God. It didn't even make Him flinch. <br />
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I could recount time after time of God's faithfulness to our family during the past several months. No, we haven't received an official paycheck since September, but <span style="font-size: large;">we've not missed one payment</span> thus far, not put anything on a credit card, not missed a meal <span style="font-size: large;">and</span> had a beautiful, sweet Christmas. God is so faithful! <br />
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And looking back, it is amazing. Since <a href="http://fulllifesimpleheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-months-financial-progress-report.html">the last post</a>, we have even moved from 64% to 74% of our goal! How is that even possible?! God is so good. <br />
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So...<span style="font-size: large;">the number one resolution</span> in this house for this year is: <span style="font-size: large;">DEBT PAYOFF</span>. <br />
This is it. There is a line drawn in the sand. <br />
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My personal theme for this year as well is SIMPLIFY. This should be easy in the realm of our financial goals. Life can't get too complicated and busy when you have to say "NO" a lot. We will have one more year of participating in less, so we can walk out of twenty ten <span style="font-size: large;">debt free</span>, by the grace of God!<br />
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In future posts, I will share with you some of the ways we plan to make that happen this year. I also eagerly anticipate God showing up~again~in big and small ways.<br />
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</div><em>Do you have any goals this next year relating to finances in particular?</em>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-69131893335150255012010-01-01T18:23:00.000-06:002010-01-01T18:23:22.301-06:00HAPPY NEW YEAR!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5pALU9gkFswpYFRZEbXqxsIfKpuQDLTNNKwzxZBfmtAqS0qqzR8b01iWTq2VWr8bFaLvAAg7k7hq0RoRmi2_e3VLuyjeNcItmwTFm11e7t_FlKahfjVJHyRAgcliKNm4SJZXUM3jvSo/s1600-h/IMG_0813.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5pALU9gkFswpYFRZEbXqxsIfKpuQDLTNNKwzxZBfmtAqS0qqzR8b01iWTq2VWr8bFaLvAAg7k7hq0RoRmi2_e3VLuyjeNcItmwTFm11e7t_FlKahfjVJHyRAgcliKNm4SJZXUM3jvSo/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Wow...can you believe it? Twenty-ten is here. Two thousand nine is past.<br />
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Looking back on 2009, I see milestones of growth....huge financial obstacles to overcome, a new church, enormous spiritual growth, deep new friendships formed, a death in our family, blessings upon blessings to our family by the generosity of others and potty-training <strike>nightmares</strike> challenges. We were blessed with great relationships, health, and a rich family life. I am thankful to God for His provision, care and protection.<br />
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I am so excited about twenty ten! Are you someone who likes to make resolutions? I so am. I'm a list maker. I'm a freak for keeping track of life on paper. (Which explains why we have a minor paper organization problem in our house...I make sub lists for my lists.)<br />
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I have chosen a theme for myself in twenty ten. Believe it or not....it is S-I-M-P-L-I-F-Y. Yes, I know that is hard to believe. How often have I talked about it this past year? I did actually begin the process of simplifying our life around here in two thousand nine...but that is my <span style="font-size: large;">THEME</span> for this coming year. I hope to help make life for our family as sweet, simple, non-complicated and faith/family focused as possible! I can't wait to share the process with you. <br />
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We have had a low key New Year's Day around here. I have a sicky little one...he has a cold.<br />
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</div>Did you have your black-eyed peas today??? We had our favorite black-eyed pea soup. <br />
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</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-33276667263989624642009-12-03T22:11:00.001-06:002009-12-03T22:16:03.510-06:00'Tis the SeasonWell, I actually had some great Thanksgiving pictures. I attached my camera to the computer, transferred the pictues to the computer, and then deleted them from my camera....only to find out they vanished into thin air somewhere on my computer! Seriously? I mean <span style="font-size: large;"><em>really</em></span>.<br />
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So, I'll move on.<br />
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What has been <span style="font-size: large;">heavy</span> on my heart, rolling into this Christmas season, is that my boys truly <span style="font-size: large;">get </span><span style="font-size: small;">what Christmas is about. Let me tell you (in case you didn't already know!) that a 3 1/2 and 5-year-old can be quite narcissistic. <em>I'm just saying</em>.</span><br />
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So of course, Christmas all around us has become primarily about <span style="font-size: large;">Rudolph</span> and "<em>what more, more</em>, <em>more can I get, get, get</em>!?!" It sickens me a little. But really, my kids are exactly where we all were at their age....and quite honestly, exactly where they should be...developmentally speaking. <br />
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But how can I at least begin to hide in their hearts that, without Christmas, we wouldn't have a Savior?<br />
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So, here's my plan this year:<br />
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(1) Pray. Pray <em>with</em> them. Let them hear us thank the Father for the gift of his Son Jesus this Christmas.<br />
Pray <em>for</em> them. Without ceasing. That they will understand the beauty of this season...and it's not because of what Santa is bringing down the chimney.<br />
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(2) Speak Truth into their lives. <em>Talk</em> about Christmas. <em>Remind them</em> of <span style="font-size: large;">why</span> we celebrate. <span style="font-size: large;">Why</span> we give gifts to one another. <span style="font-size: large;">Who</span> we worship during this amazing time of the year.<br />
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(3) Then, lastly, I incorporated a new tradition into our home. We're on Day 3...and so far, it's a sweet addition to our day, our time together and our time with the Lord. First of all, I'm really not that creative....but I'm an EXCELLENT copy-cat! I read about this tradition in another family on someone else's blog last year and thought it was a wonderful idea that we, too, must do. So, at the after-Christmas sales last year, I went looking for this:<br />
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</div>I worked to fill each day with two sheets of paper (because, of course, I have two kids who each <span style="font-size: large;">must</span> have the same thing as the other!) The first sheet of paper is an Advent reading. I got these daily readings from <a href="http://www.focusonthefamily.org/">Focus on the Family</a> . I explained to the boys that we would be reading out of the "grown-up" Bible (they each have their own kid's Bible) and that they would not understand it all right now, but that one day they would. <br />
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I believe God's Word with all my heart...and in it He says <strong>His Word will not return</strong> <strong>void</strong>! And He cannot lie. So I trust, that every time I read His Word to them, it will <span style="font-size: large;">plant</span> seeds of Truth in their hearts. <br />
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We read the daily reading...and then we answer a question or two...or have a discussion based on what we just read. I'm actually amazed that they are engaging in this as well as they are. <br />
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The second sheet of paper is an activity for the day. This is the fun part (seeing as they are, in fact, 3 and 5). Some of the activities were copied from the other blog I read last year....but I mostly had to make up my own, since my kids are much younger than the other blogger's. Here are our days so far:<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So, tonight we laughed and enjoyed being together as we played <strong>Chutes and Ladders</strong> and <strong>CandyLand</strong>. I hate to admit it...but I won both games. <em>OK, so I really like to admit it..... I can be vicious.</em><br />
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</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-75403530680563197262009-11-21T14:46:00.002-06:002009-11-21T14:50:40.293-06:00Mr. Almost-5!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I can't stop him.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">His actual birthday is on Thanksgiving.<br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">But now that he is reaching the age of 5, I can now no longer get away with "celebrating his birthday at our family Thanksgiving". I don't blame him. He gets rooked every time. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had the party at a local park. The awesome Richardson Fire Department showed up at the park today for nine little 3,4 and 5-year-old boys. It was fun.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When they left the park, they did it with lights and loud sirens. The boys (and the adults!) thought it was cool.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had lots of cupcakes (which I think is the absolute easiest way to do a cake for a 5-year-old) It looks like Spidey is about to karate chop the cake, doesn't it?!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had friends come play....young and old(er).<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we did an obstacle course. Dad was trying to explain the rules....<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blake finally got to dig in to cupcakes and unwrap lots of fun toys.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Excuse me....I'm gonna go cry now...</em><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>I can't believe he is turning 5!</em> <br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The days can be so long, but the years are so short.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of this child!<br />
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</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-655596072637476557.post-894622876322764342009-11-15T20:29:00.002-06:002009-11-15T20:31:57.894-06:00Can you pass me the NyQuil, please?<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Well, the CRUD has made it's way around our house....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">First my sweet husband had it...major sniffles and slight cough. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then it escalated a bit as the littlest man in my home had what his Daddy had...plus a relatively low-grade fever for a couple of days.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then WHAMMO!!! Mommy got it. Worse than anyone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Sniffling. Sneezing. Coughing. Aching. Stuffy head. Fever.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You got it. I have <span style="font-size: large;">downed</span> this for 2 days.</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yesterday I began to feel a tad better, but decided to lay low. Today I woke up and YUCK...I felt like my body was a lead weight! Was I still sick? Or have I had too much NyQuil??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My sweet husband....oh, what a prince he has been these past couple of days. He has completely kept the boys out of my hair and given me lots of recovering space and time. He is amazing. He has spent many hours since late Friday afternoon being a mostly single dad. This morning, he took them to church by himself so I could continue to rest. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I was sitting in my bed when the 3 of them pulled into the driveway after church and I could vaguely hear the conversation outside. All I can tell you is that it was becoming obvious that the testerone in my house has had too much togetherness! I knew right then.....Momma is going to have to get it together...and fast! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My youngest also doesn't like it when Mom is "unavailable" when we are home together, but since he can't seem to put words to his feelings, he tends to "punish" me with less than desirable behavior and then clings to his Daddy (and doesn't want anything to do with me). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My time "off" these past couple of days just confirmed in me that a Momma's job is NEVER done. There are no sick days where we are <span style="font-size: large;">completely</span> off duty. This is a never-ending job with long hours, many thankless tasks, but full of many benefits (which I will again appreciate much more fully when I feel back to normal)!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So, I thank God:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~that I was sick on the weekend when Daddy could easily be home and rescue me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~that I am blessed with a husband who can and will take over with the kids when needed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~that the worst of this sickness is over.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">~that He will sustain me as I now get back in the game of being Mommy~even while not at 100%.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I believe the saying goes something like this....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The Show Must Go On!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>The formative period for building character for eternity is in the nursery. The mother is queen of that realm and sways a scepter more potent than that of kings or priests. ~Author Unknown</em></span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09153915797803130392noreply@blogger.com3