I love the snow!!!!
I know that sounds crazy to some of you but for me I feel like a little kid again whenever I see it snowing. I think it might be because I grew up in an area where there was no snow.
This is going to be our third winter here in Iowa and I just absolutely love it when it snows. Every time it begins to snow I can still remember the first snow we got when we moved here. It was a Tuesday morning and my husband had the day off(which is rare). I had gotten up and was coming up from the basement looked out the window and saw the snow coming down. I was so excited I went and woke everybody up to let them know that it was snowing. I really did feel like a little kid on Christmas morning.
Today we were anticipating snow and it finally came. Again when it started to snow I got that giddy feeling and said to all the kids, "It's Snowing, It's Snowing!!!" Just wanted you all to know that it is snowing here and all of us kids here are giddy and happy(even the big kid
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Love and not Disrespect
Well, I am not really sure if I should be blogging about this situation that my husband and I just went through, but it is hilarious and I laugh just thinking about it. This last Saturday we as a family had a lazy day and did absolutely nothing. The weather forecasters (who know absolutely nothing) were calling for this huge ice storm. It turned out to be a little bit of freezing rain and that was it.
As the day went on I could tell something was wrong with my husband but he wouldn't tell me what it was. Towards the late afternoon he could hide it no more and he had begun to start groaning. At that point I knew he was in pain and I insisted on knowing what was wrong. He told me it felt like he had a broken rib but he couldn't figure out why the pain was not consistent. We both tried to figure out what was wrong; a broken rib, pleurisy, gas, kidney stone,etc.. I told him that it seemed like it was getting worse and we should probably go to the doctor and find out what was wrong. Reluctantly he decided that was the best thing to do.
Walking into the hospital I have to tell you all that I was embarrassed for him. Here is a grown man talking in a whisper because he doesn't want to take a breath, afraid of the pain he gets each time he breathes. I say to myself God knew what he was doing when he had women bear the children.
After the Doctor had gotten done poking and prodding and taking x-rays we found out that hubby had pulled a muscle near his rib cage.
Give me a break all that moaning and groaning for a pulled muscle. I was sitting in the ER trying my hardest to show respect and not laugh. Then you will never believe this. They gave him Valium. Can you believe that? I didn't say this but I was thinking I gave birth to six of your children and three of them completely drug free and they give you Valium for a pulled muscle. At that point I realized why God is the one in charge and not man. I truly believe there would have been an end to the world because men would never make it through the pains of pregnancy let alone childbirth.
Now let me explain myself I love my husband and he is a great and Godly man, but he is a WIMP when it comes to pain. Honey, this is said out of love and not disrespect.
As the day went on I could tell something was wrong with my husband but he wouldn't tell me what it was. Towards the late afternoon he could hide it no more and he had begun to start groaning. At that point I knew he was in pain and I insisted on knowing what was wrong. He told me it felt like he had a broken rib but he couldn't figure out why the pain was not consistent. We both tried to figure out what was wrong; a broken rib, pleurisy, gas, kidney stone,etc.. I told him that it seemed like it was getting worse and we should probably go to the doctor and find out what was wrong. Reluctantly he decided that was the best thing to do.
Walking into the hospital I have to tell you all that I was embarrassed for him. Here is a grown man talking in a whisper because he doesn't want to take a breath, afraid of the pain he gets each time he breathes. I say to myself God knew what he was doing when he had women bear the children.
After the Doctor had gotten done poking and prodding and taking x-rays we found out that hubby had pulled a muscle near his rib cage.
Give me a break all that moaning and groaning for a pulled muscle. I was sitting in the ER trying my hardest to show respect and not laugh. Then you will never believe this. They gave him Valium. Can you believe that? I didn't say this but I was thinking I gave birth to six of your children and three of them completely drug free and they give you Valium for a pulled muscle. At that point I realized why God is the one in charge and not man. I truly believe there would have been an end to the world because men would never make it through the pains of pregnancy let alone childbirth.
Now let me explain myself I love my husband and he is a great and Godly man, but he is a WIMP when it comes to pain. Honey, this is said out of love and not disrespect.
Time
I have to tell you all that it is so interesting how children do not understand the concept of time. I was talking to my girls yesterday about some dear friends of ours who are going to Africa on a mission trip. I told them how God was opening all of the doors and that they were going as a family. They all said wow, cool, awesome, etc... Except my ten year old who gets this concerning look on her face (remember she is the mother hen in the house) but Mom isn't Sydney still a little young. I said "She is going to be 7!" My 10 year old looks at me and says with a surprised look, "Really I thought she was still 5."
O.K. This is the funny thing we became friends with this family right before this little girl turned 5. So I guess my daughter thinks time stands still for everybody else and she is the only one who gets older. Don't we wish.
O.K. This is the funny thing we became friends with this family right before this little girl turned 5. So I guess my daughter thinks time stands still for everybody else and she is the only one who gets older. Don't we wish.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Food Shooter
The other day we were at McDonald's (I am embarrassed to say our second home) and my oldest daughter who is almost 11 started to giggle and I couldn't get her to stop. I was getting a little bit irritated because she wouldn't tell me what was so funny.
I finally got her to quiet down so I could order. We have a large family as all of you know, so it seems like every time we go through the drive thru we have to pull forward and wait for our order. This day we had to proceed forward and wait for fries or nuggets I can't remember. As we are sitting their waiting The oldest decides to tell me what was so funny. O.K. you all know the trash cans by the drive thru have a really long extended opening so you can throw your trash away from your window well this child thought that the trash can was a food shooter and when you ordered your food they would shoot it out to you through that opening.(sorry for the run on) We all died laughing that day while sitting by the food shooter waiting for our food. Now every time you go to McDonald's I hope you chuckle when you drive by the food shooter and think of us.
I finally got her to quiet down so I could order. We have a large family as all of you know, so it seems like every time we go through the drive thru we have to pull forward and wait for our order. This day we had to proceed forward and wait for fries or nuggets I can't remember. As we are sitting their waiting The oldest decides to tell me what was so funny. O.K. you all know the trash cans by the drive thru have a really long extended opening so you can throw your trash away from your window well this child thought that the trash can was a food shooter and when you ordered your food they would shoot it out to you through that opening.(sorry for the run on) We all died laughing that day while sitting by the food shooter waiting for our food. Now every time you go to McDonald's I hope you chuckle when you drive by the food shooter and think of us.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Happy Thanksgiving
This was our first year here in Iowa to spend Thanksgiving just the 8 of us.
I was a little nervous as to how the day would turn out and what we would do. i really wanted us to all go serve in a homeless shelter but all of the ones I called were not in need of volunteers. I was disappointed but knew we would find something to do that day. Two days before Thanksgiving a lady who I had called about a week earlier called me and told me that they could use us to help serve up at the church her in our town. I was so excited because we were going to go out and help be that hands and feet of Jesus. I went to the store and bought my Thanksgiving meal (which was going to be lasagna since we would be serving in the early part of the day).
Then our big day came, we got all the kids ready, gave them expectations of how to behave, told them this was not about us but about serving others, and helping them understand that we wanted the people we were serving to leave their happy and Thankful.
After all that was said and done we got in the van and headed to the church. When we walked in the area was beautiful, they had decorated it so nicely and we were ready to serve the hungry. We waited and waited and waited. We prayed for God to send the people and no one came. But let me tell you it was great teaching experience for our children because we explained to them that even though no one came God knew our hearts were pure and he was smiling down at us for our act of service. We explained to our children that even though we didn't feed a thousand hungry mouths in God's eyes we did.
In the end all of us volunteers sat and ate and fellowshiped together and it was a wonderful and eye opening Thanksgiving to me. My eyes were opened to see that I live in a wonderful and caring community and it was great to see us all loving and serving the same God.
I was a little nervous as to how the day would turn out and what we would do. i really wanted us to all go serve in a homeless shelter but all of the ones I called were not in need of volunteers. I was disappointed but knew we would find something to do that day. Two days before Thanksgiving a lady who I had called about a week earlier called me and told me that they could use us to help serve up at the church her in our town. I was so excited because we were going to go out and help be that hands and feet of Jesus. I went to the store and bought my Thanksgiving meal (which was going to be lasagna since we would be serving in the early part of the day).
Then our big day came, we got all the kids ready, gave them expectations of how to behave, told them this was not about us but about serving others, and helping them understand that we wanted the people we were serving to leave their happy and Thankful.
After all that was said and done we got in the van and headed to the church. When we walked in the area was beautiful, they had decorated it so nicely and we were ready to serve the hungry. We waited and waited and waited. We prayed for God to send the people and no one came. But let me tell you it was great teaching experience for our children because we explained to them that even though no one came God knew our hearts were pure and he was smiling down at us for our act of service. We explained to our children that even though we didn't feed a thousand hungry mouths in God's eyes we did.
In the end all of us volunteers sat and ate and fellowshiped together and it was a wonderful and eye opening Thanksgiving to me. My eyes were opened to see that I live in a wonderful and caring community and it was great to see us all loving and serving the same God.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Baby "Charlie"
This post is a difficult one for me but it is also a healing post at the same time.
This past week our family suffered a loss that was sad but has also focused our eyes back on the Lord. We were expecting baby number seven around the end of May 2008 but we lost the baby this past week. I want you all to know that I am doing fine physically and emotionally.
I have to say that I have been blessed with two years of growing closer to the Lord and I believe that is part of why I have been able to go through this without having a major breakdown. I know that I have been carried by my Lord and Savior. The first night I started spotting I cried out to God and told Him that I couldn't do this by myself. I told God He would have to carry me through this. Let me tell you all something He is a good God because my feet have not touched the ground since that night, He has been carrying me this whole time.
I want to also thank my husband for being my shoulder during this past week. Most of you all know that we moved here from Phoenix and I still don't have the ties that I had in Phoenix. Well I found I didn't need my friends to get me through this I had a wonderful husband who loved me and protected me. He has let me cry when I needed to cry, he held me when I needed to be held, he prayed over me when I needed it the most but couldn't do it myself, he has been my friend through all of this.
One more thing I want to say is that I have not once gotten mad at God. He is a good God and wants only good things for his children. Remember this in hard times and let him carry you it is so much easier than trying to carry yourself. We have named our baby "Charlie" and can't wait to hold our baby in heaven someday. We love you Carlie and know you are well taken care of.
This past week our family suffered a loss that was sad but has also focused our eyes back on the Lord. We were expecting baby number seven around the end of May 2008 but we lost the baby this past week. I want you all to know that I am doing fine physically and emotionally.
I have to say that I have been blessed with two years of growing closer to the Lord and I believe that is part of why I have been able to go through this without having a major breakdown. I know that I have been carried by my Lord and Savior. The first night I started spotting I cried out to God and told Him that I couldn't do this by myself. I told God He would have to carry me through this. Let me tell you all something He is a good God because my feet have not touched the ground since that night, He has been carrying me this whole time.
I want to also thank my husband for being my shoulder during this past week. Most of you all know that we moved here from Phoenix and I still don't have the ties that I had in Phoenix. Well I found I didn't need my friends to get me through this I had a wonderful husband who loved me and protected me. He has let me cry when I needed to cry, he held me when I needed to be held, he prayed over me when I needed it the most but couldn't do it myself, he has been my friend through all of this.
One more thing I want to say is that I have not once gotten mad at God. He is a good God and wants only good things for his children. Remember this in hard times and let him carry you it is so much easier than trying to carry yourself. We have named our baby "Charlie" and can't wait to hold our baby in heaven someday. We love you Carlie and know you are well taken care of.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
The Basement
These past two days have been nothing but chaos. My husband and I decided a few months ago to move our children to the basement. Now when I say this I know it sounds morbid to put the kids in the basement, but you have to understand that the basement is one of the nicest rooms in the house. They have their own bathroom and closet and plenty of room to run around.
The first day we started this my husband and I were so excited about how easy it was going to be and then reality hit. I don't know about everyone else but when you haven't moved a bed or dresser for over two years there is some major cleaning that needs to be done. Whoever cleans under or behind their beds on a regular basis I would really like to know because it doesn't get done in this house. After cleaning all the mess we could finally move furniture. That was a chore in itself. We moved our bedroom to the main floor first and then started moving kids beds down to the basement. After moving two bunk beds and two twin beds we still had three dressers to move down and a whole master bedroom to move up. Plus a big couch and T.V. that we were moving up stairs to make a T.V. / reading room. By the time we were done moving all the furniture I was exhausted and we still had clothes, toys, and bathrooms to move. O.K. you are probably thinking to yourself that really isn't a big deal. Well let me add what happened during all of this Mommy had to try to keep the little ones out of the way and our two movers that helped Daddy were a 10 year old girl and my dad who is 62 we really couldn't be in a hurry. Don't get me wrong I am grateful for their help but you did have to move a little slower. Then you add lunch to the day and clean up from that it took all day just to get furniture moved.
The next day we started on all the little stuff, that was worse than the day before. We have to much JUNK. I threw out at least 7 bags of JUNK that we haven't used since we moved here. And you will never believe this one, today we still have to move the bathrooms. A one day project (I thought) has now turned into a three day project. Isn't that how it always seems to happen.
Well at least the kids are happy and Mom And Dad are happy too. I do know that from now on big projects will only get done when the kids are someplace else.
The first day we started this my husband and I were so excited about how easy it was going to be and then reality hit. I don't know about everyone else but when you haven't moved a bed or dresser for over two years there is some major cleaning that needs to be done. Whoever cleans under or behind their beds on a regular basis I would really like to know because it doesn't get done in this house. After cleaning all the mess we could finally move furniture. That was a chore in itself. We moved our bedroom to the main floor first and then started moving kids beds down to the basement. After moving two bunk beds and two twin beds we still had three dressers to move down and a whole master bedroom to move up. Plus a big couch and T.V. that we were moving up stairs to make a T.V. / reading room. By the time we were done moving all the furniture I was exhausted and we still had clothes, toys, and bathrooms to move. O.K. you are probably thinking to yourself that really isn't a big deal. Well let me add what happened during all of this Mommy had to try to keep the little ones out of the way and our two movers that helped Daddy were a 10 year old girl and my dad who is 62 we really couldn't be in a hurry. Don't get me wrong I am grateful for their help but you did have to move a little slower. Then you add lunch to the day and clean up from that it took all day just to get furniture moved.
The next day we started on all the little stuff, that was worse than the day before. We have to much JUNK. I threw out at least 7 bags of JUNK that we haven't used since we moved here. And you will never believe this one, today we still have to move the bathrooms. A one day project (I thought) has now turned into a three day project. Isn't that how it always seems to happen.
Well at least the kids are happy and Mom And Dad are happy too. I do know that from now on big projects will only get done when the kids are someplace else.
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