Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
The reason we chose this little girl is because she is just months older than Avery and I wanted it to be a real experience for the girls...someone they could relate to. Its very important to me to foster a burden for others in my children. I want them to grow up very aware that 'its not about them'.
This week five bloggers traveled to India to see the work that Compassion International is doing. Two of the bloggers I read regularly and all of them are posting everyday about their experiences. You can go here to check it out.
I was touched by what Melissa wrote specifically to sponsors:
I may have gotten to witness it, but those kids weren’t clapping, singing, and celebrating that ten random and goofy looking Americans came to visit them. They identified with us because we represented to them their individual sponsors. Let me tell you, no let me assure you- your sponsor child knows your name. Not just your first name. Your last name, too. They lined up with drums to usher you into the place you’ve financially provided for them. A place of hope. A place where that abstract verb “to dream” becomes something that just might be tangible. A place where they hear for the first time that they have dignity and worth before the Most High God.
It is both humbling and exciting to read the stories and see the pictures that this group is sharing this week. If you get a couple minutes to check it out, you'll be blessed.
"Then those 'sheep' are going to say, 'Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?' Then the King will say, 'I'm telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.' Matthew 25:37
At each exhibit, Amanda asked if she could go in with whatever animal it was and then it turned into asking if she could go in the water of each exhibit. It was an out-of-the-blue 90 degree day, so we were happy to find this water.
Monday, April 27, 2009
We had thirty for dinner and it turned out to be a really nice evening.
I was concentrating more on my hostessing skills than my photography skills, so I only got postable pictures from two of the four tables. It was a good lesson that candids don't work well during a meal. But I have them stored in case I ever need to use them (insert devious laugh here). I'll give you one guess who the live entertainment at this table was. Hint: she's two feet tall and her name begins with a "A".
Sunday, April 26, 2009
I hadn't taken any pictures of the day, so we did a bedtime photoshoot.
The girls wore their leotards for most of the day and they were practicing First-position jumps in the kitchen.And bows.April 21
This IS a different day, although the outfit is the same. It was just Avery and I for dinner and she asked if I would sit right next to her.
Shaun painted the kitchen. Its the same color, just without all the scuff marks.
The girls are such good cleaners and enjoy doing it with me.
One of my best moments of everyday. When Avery comes downstairs from her nap, almost without fail, she finds me working in the office. She climbs up in my lap and likes to snuggle until she has woken up a bit. Oh, those little moments!
It was such a nice day so the girls and I walked down to the ball field where Daddy was playing in a scrimmage.
Two new windows in the kitchen! The old ones had lead paint, much of it on the glass and one had a cracked pane. They were very drafty and noisy to open and close.
Shaun put the new ones in within just a few hours, including staining them. It was so nice to have my handsome repair man around this week. He also wore many other hats this week, trying to lighten the load of his overwhelmed wife. Thanks, Buddy!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Although now that I think about it, what, exactly is the difference between taking her to the grocery store like this or posting her picture on my blog for anyone in the world wide web to see. Hmmm....hopefully you all won't tsk-tsk me as quickly as the eighty-year old lady in the store who would never have let her kids out of the house like that back in her day. Or maybe worse still the twenty-year-old who swears to herself that is she ever has kids they will always look like they just got done with a Baby Gap photo shoot and not like my ragga-muffin kid.
Anyway...Daddy brought them to softball practice, giving me a much needed break. When they got home I asked Amanda about her time. I asked her if she had played with a ball.
She got very serious and said, "No, 'cause Daddy said I can't pay with da ball."
Oh, so what did you play with then?
She shrugged both shoulders, looked at me like she couldn't believe I would ask such a dumb question and said, "Da dirt."
Naturally. What was I thinking?? Outfit # 5? 6? of the day. I have to say her matching skills are greatly improving. She's getting super anxious to wear her "Florida clothes", too.
Monday, April 20, 2009
This will be me next year (hopefully the one standing). Oh...and maybe, just maybe the clock will not read a "2" as the front digit.
Anyone else want to join us? C'mon, Boston is a beautiful city and what better way to tour it??
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Easter Sunday April 13
Cousin Allison slept over and the girls played princesses all morning.
She gave Blue high-fives every time she saw him. Her?
Saturday, April 18, 2009
The first thought that struck me was to wonder how our lives impacted him over the last six years or so that he's been renting from us. Our dealings with him and his girlfriend were always fair and amicable, but did we ever stop and ask him where he would spend eternity?
I don't know for sure if he had put his faith in God. I wish I'd taken the time to at least be clear with him that he had a choice of Heaven or Hell.
God gave us all a free will and every person makes their own choices. You have a choice.
The benefits of living life for God are sweet, daily blessings of peace and joy and fulfillment and so much more, but to be honest, the bottom line for me is that those I love and come into contact with go to Heaven...that none would perish, but have eternal life.
What am I here for? Why are you here? Where will you go when you are 100 and you die in your sleep? Where will you go when you are 30 and a drunk driver hits you out of nowhere? It is very presumptuous and prideful for me to think I will be around to see tomorrow...its just not guaranteed.
God's simple plan of salvation is: You are a sinner. Therefore, unless you believe on Jesus who died in your place, you will spend eternity in Hell. If you believe on him as your crucified, buried, and risen Saviour, you receive forgiveness for all of your sins and his gift of eternal salvation by faith.
It is a gift. Not something you can earn. It is free and waiting for you to accept.
Please do it today. You may not have tomorrow.
Friday, April 17, 2009
Oh, Amanda. Where do I begin with this girl?? This picture was from this morning. This is her new "funny face", accompanied with, "Mom, watch me!" Would it be a total mom thing to tell her not to do it or one day her eyes will get stuck like that? :)
Also, when she went to bed she had warm, fuzzy jammies on and no watch, so I can only imagine what transpired between bedtime and this morning when she came down in her dress and with Avery's watch on.
A new phrase of hers is "don't worry" and every time she says it, I do.
Yesterday she was putting on her hand-me-down from Avery sneakers that are worn out. She says to me, "Mom, dees are my bestial (special) pincess shoes and I have to wear dem. Dats what the bible says." I couldn't get a reference out of her though, so take it for what its worth. You can't believe everything you hear (or read).
Tonight we were at the grocery store. She was sitting in the cart and I was distracted with paying so it only registered what was going on after she'd asked for the third time in her two-year-old-NOT-inside-voice, "Mom, is that Mary?" Huh? Who? Where? Then I noticed some customers laughing and saw the nun fully dressed in her habit. Thankfully, we were just leaving.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I made breakfast and he and the girls opened his present, then we met up again for lunch then we picked him up from work and went out to eat at 9:00 pm, celebrating his birthday and the end of tax season for another year.
I'm so thankful for the gift this man is to our family. One of the things I admire most about him is his character. Often, I think, the deeper you dig into a person, the more faults and flaws you find. The opposite is true with Shaun. It takes time, but the more you know about him, the more treasure you find. He strives for excellence in all that he does and lives his life for his God and for his family, not for show.
He is a patient, devoted husband and a loving, tender daddy. He is a man's man, but we know him best as the one who likes lots of hugs and is willing to have barrettes put in his hair. The one who the girls always cry out for when they are hurt, the one who cannot say no to Avery when she climbs on his lap with a story, or to Amanda when she takes off his sandals and drags him into the ocean to jump the waves with her.
We love you Shaun, Daddy. You mean the world to us.