I am thankful today for the woman who came up to me and said that she (and two others)were "impressed" with me and the kids....
Despite the fact that ...
One of them was screaming at the top of her little baby lungs
One of them was walking around with only one shoe on (Just where did the other one go?)
One of them was climbing on the display case of wine glasses and wine racks
One of them was....I don't actually know *where* she was
And I was single-handedly holding up the line.
May we all be so Grace-Full to each other.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Family
Several weeks ago we were blessed to be able to celebrate S's baptism. It was a beautiful day of God's goodness in so many ways.
Since we were all dressed up, we also managed to snag a family picture.
Unlike last time, there was more than one that actually turned out! It was practically painless.
Since we were all dressed up, we also managed to snag a family picture.
Unlike last time, there was more than one that actually turned out! It was practically painless.
Sunday, July 06, 2014
Wednesday, July 02, 2014
(Not Quite) Nature Lovers
We have what has become known as “the construction site” in our backyard. It is an area of dirt and gravel that has been home to many “projects” of our children and their diggers over the past few years. One day G came inside and asked for a container.
“Look” he said, as he held out his hand with a slithering worm in his grubby palm, “I have a new pet!”
I gave him the nearest container I could find, and sent him out again. And then he started to take care of it. He put the worm at the bottom of his largest bucket, and then proceeded to give it a home: to pack it full of gravel.
"Why are these tongs out on the counter?" I asked later that evening.
“I used them; Daddy said that worms don’t eat dirt, so I went in the compost bucket to find it some food.”
Right-o.
At least he told me.
The next day, Naomi showed up at the back door, also wanting a container. She was as pleased as punch, holding her hands behind her back. “Mummy! I have a new pet, too!”
I will admit my heart was thumping as to what was in her little palms. She held out her new pet.
“Pet leaves!”
I can handle that. Even if I do end up with branches all over my house.
“Look” he said, as he held out his hand with a slithering worm in his grubby palm, “I have a new pet!”
I gave him the nearest container I could find, and sent him out again. And then he started to take care of it. He put the worm at the bottom of his largest bucket, and then proceeded to give it a home: to pack it full of gravel.
"Why are these tongs out on the counter?" I asked later that evening.
“I used them; Daddy said that worms don’t eat dirt, so I went in the compost bucket to find it some food.”
Right-o.
At least he told me.
The next day, Naomi showed up at the back door, also wanting a container. She was as pleased as punch, holding her hands behind her back. “Mummy! I have a new pet, too!”
I will admit my heart was thumping as to what was in her little palms. She held out her new pet.
“Pet leaves!”
I can handle that. Even if I do end up with branches all over my house.
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