Friday, April 03, 2009
cowboys and cowgirls
A few weeks ago my very sweet husband flew my Mom and my Mother in Law down to visit us for a week! We had so much fun... during the visit we went to the Fort Worth Science and History Museum. It is under construction right now so the exhibits are small, but what do a 2 year old and a 4 year old know? Luke loved the space exhibit and Claire loved the grocery store exhibit! Before we left we went through the National Cowgirl Museum. The kids got to ride a bull and get a video taken, so without further ado... introducing my little cowboy and cowgirl! :)
Thursday, March 05, 2009
Mr. Manners
One of my greatest pet peeves in life is manners, especially at the dinner table. I really feel like there is NO reason in the world to chew with your mouth open... ever. So shoot me if you do and your OK with it... I'm not. I think it is gross. So, as a result, I have already taught Claire how to chew with her mouth closed, and now I am starting to teach Luke. For some reason though I think teaching Luke is going to be a little bit harder though. He is trying really hard and making a huge effort! I caught him on video trying his hardest. Not the most appetizing thing, but very funny. I especially found it funny when Claire started giving him tips... listen closely for them, I know they will make you laugh too!
Friday, February 27, 2009
Spoken to.
This story is powerful. It looks long, but it really won't take you that long to read it... It is amazing to me what the the Lord could do with me if I would stop and listen...
The Old Man and The Hair Brush
Beth Moore
April 20, 2005
Knoxville Airport - waiting to board the plane: I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord.
I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.
You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego...
I tried to keep from staring but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy grey hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long. Clean, but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere?.... There I sat trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh no, God please no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. 'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!"... There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then I heard it..."I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair." The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm you're girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man." Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair." I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane, How am I suppose to brush his hair without a hairbrush?"... God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly finish you unto all good works." (2 Tim 3:7) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man, and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?" "May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair? To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that. At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? OF course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush." "I have one in my bag," he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?" He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures. He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride." "She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said, "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself. What a mess I must be for my bride." Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?" I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!" And we got to share. I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted because you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need! I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way... all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.
John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth."
By Beth Moore In "Further Still"
The Old Man and The Hair Brush
Beth Moore
April 20, 2005
Knoxville Airport - waiting to board the plane: I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord.
I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you.
You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego...
I tried to keep from staring but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy grey hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long. Clean, but strangely out of place on an old man.
I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that he was dead. So this man in the airport... an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere?.... There I sat trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh no, God please no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, "Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. 'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!"... There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then I heard it..."I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair." The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm you're girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man." Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair." I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane, How am I suppose to brush his hair without a hairbrush?"... God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly finish you unto all good works." (2 Tim 3:7) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man, and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?" "May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair? To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that. At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? OF course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush." "I have one in my bag," he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair. Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I - for that few minutes - felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?" He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures. He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride." "She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said, "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself. What a mess I must be for my bride." Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?" I said, "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!" And we got to share. I learned something about God that day. He knows if you're exhausted because you're hungry, you're serving in the wrong place or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge. He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected. He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation. Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed. He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need! I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way... all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me.
John 1:14 "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth."
By Beth Moore In "Further Still"
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Happy Valentines Day
Today was a relaxing day at home. Tonight was our usual Saturday night at church, in which we love! However, I have a quick and funny story to share... as we where walking the kids to class Luke saw one of his favorite friends KJL. Luke ran to him and started to pull his pants down to show off his new pull ups. I caught him before he could successfully complete the act, and I explained to him that we don't pull our pants down in public. I took Claire to class while Jeff took Luke. Later this evening Jeff told me that while he was standing in front of Luke's classroom trying to find his name tag, Luke DID in fact take his pants to his ankles! KJL got to see Luke's new Cars pull up, which Luke is VERY proud of! OBVIOUSLY. The part I wish you could have seen... Luke standing there with his little jeans around his ankles, in the middle of a crowded hall, with a shirt that said "Lover boy" across his chest. That boy makes me laugh and I love him so very much. Happy Valentines Day.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
So blessed...
That's how I am feeling today! I have always gotten what I have wanted in life. I guess you could call me "lucky", or "blessed", or if you are cynical, maybe you might call me "spoiled". I prefer the first two!
1. My first goal after leaving my parents was to complete a degree- Check!
2. I wanted to find a fabulous husband that would treat me with respect and love me forever- check, check! :)
3. I wanted kids, but not only that, I wanted to be a stay at home mom... mission accomplished!
4. I have always wanted to successful at my own business- semi check- UNTIL TODAY!!!!!
Today I had a meeting with the owner of The Funky Monkey in Keller, TX! It is the coolest, hippest boutique I have ever graced with my presence! :) SO... a few weeks ago Amanda and I were in there and the owner saw me wearing a piece of my jewelry. She asked about it. I told her I had made it. She asked to set up a meeting with me, and now MY jewelry is going to be sold in her boutique!!!! AMAZING!!!! So, now my number 4 goal is going to be checked off! YEAH! So... here is what will be sold in The Funky Monkey ... my new fine silver customized jewelery, and my photo pendants. All of these items will still be available in my etsy shop as well at THE FUNKY MONKEY!!!! Check out the website, it is so cute! By the way, thank you to all of my friends and family that have been so encouraging. You have all helped me build my confidence, and for that, I am so thankful! I love you!
1. My first goal after leaving my parents was to complete a degree- Check!
2. I wanted to find a fabulous husband that would treat me with respect and love me forever- check, check! :)
3. I wanted kids, but not only that, I wanted to be a stay at home mom... mission accomplished!
4. I have always wanted to successful at my own business- semi check- UNTIL TODAY!!!!!
Today I had a meeting with the owner of The Funky Monkey in Keller, TX! It is the coolest, hippest boutique I have ever graced with my presence! :) SO... a few weeks ago Amanda and I were in there and the owner saw me wearing a piece of my jewelry. She asked about it. I told her I had made it. She asked to set up a meeting with me, and now MY jewelry is going to be sold in her boutique!!!! AMAZING!!!! So, now my number 4 goal is going to be checked off! YEAH! So... here is what will be sold in The Funky Monkey ... my new fine silver customized jewelery, and my photo pendants. All of these items will still be available in my etsy shop as well at THE FUNKY MONKEY!!!! Check out the website, it is so cute! By the way, thank you to all of my friends and family that have been so encouraging. You have all helped me build my confidence, and for that, I am so thankful! I love you!
Sunday, January 25, 2009
a letter to Luke...
Dearest Luke,
I would like to document that on January 17, 2009 you told your Dad and I that it was "yucky" to talk to girls on the phone. This conversation occurred after you refused to talk to both Nana Sara and Nana Janis on the phone.
I would like you to remember this conversation for later reference, especially when cute girls are calling our house at all hours of the night. I would also like you to remember this conversation when your phone privileges are in the balance... if that ever where to happen!
I love you sweet Luke, I think you are precious.
I would like to document that on January 17, 2009 you told your Dad and I that it was "yucky" to talk to girls on the phone. This conversation occurred after you refused to talk to both Nana Sara and Nana Janis on the phone.
I would like you to remember this conversation for later reference, especially when cute girls are calling our house at all hours of the night. I would also like you to remember this conversation when your phone privileges are in the balance... if that ever where to happen!
I love you sweet Luke, I think you are precious.
Love,
Mom
Mom
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Christmas
Our Christmas was so much fun! We are so fortunate to be able to spend Christmas with both sets of our parents. For the last few years we have all gone to my parents house in Colorado. We all get along great... I am so thankful for this! :)
We spent our time sledding and playing. The kids had a great time... of course getting showered with tons of attention! We attended the Christmas eve service at my parents church and Claire and Luke loved hearing my Dad do the children's sermon. Fun was had by all!
I hope your Christmas was just as great as ours!
Here are a few sledding picture for now. I have a ton of pictures to sort through, so brace yourself for an onslaught of pictures in the days to come! :)
We spent our time sledding and playing. The kids had a great time... of course getting showered with tons of attention! We attended the Christmas eve service at my parents church and Claire and Luke loved hearing my Dad do the children's sermon. Fun was had by all!
I hope your Christmas was just as great as ours!
Here are a few sledding picture for now. I have a ton of pictures to sort through, so brace yourself for an onslaught of pictures in the days to come! :)
All bundled up for some sledding fun!
I love my family!
Papa Gerry (my Dad) with Claire and Luke
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Cutie
Last night we went out to dinner, made cookies, played a game, and had a dance party! It was SO much fun! Here is a cute video of Luke showing off his moves! He gets them all from Jeff! Especially the bootie shaking! :) Make sure you turn up the volume, he sure is shaking his bootie to David Archuleta's "Crush"! I think that makes it even cuter! :)
And the winner is...
Congratulations Kelli!!!! Email me at turner.ea@gmail.com . Let me know which pendant you would like, or if you would prefer a different quote! Happy Twilighting! :) Oh, and if you are at all curious, my favorite quote is the whole last page of Breaking Dawn! 
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Contest!!!!
OK ladies!!! It's time for a contest! My first to be exact! You all know that i HEART Twilight, the movie, the books, the everything about it actually. No shame people! So, let's have a Twilight contest!!!
Here is the deal... I am tired of having no comments to read on my blog, so what better way to remedy the situation than to give away some Twilight bling? :) To enter, you must leave a comment with your name and your favorite quote from one of the books, or the movie (gasp, if you haven't read the books!)
Your prize? Well, see below! I have made some fabulous Twilight bling! If you aren't lucky enough to win on Saturday at noon, then you can see these cuties on my etsy site! I will randomly draw a name and post it here, then I will send the luck winner one pendant and chain of there choice! If you would rather have another quote, then by all means... it will be yours! :)
I can't wait to hear all of your favorite quotes... and most of all... I can't wait to see all of you Twilight junkies come out of hiding! No shame ladies! :)
Update: There is a potential for spoilers here, so just be aware of that when you open the comments!
Here is the deal... I am tired of having no comments to read on my blog, so what better way to remedy the situation than to give away some Twilight bling? :) To enter, you must leave a comment with your name and your favorite quote from one of the books, or the movie (gasp, if you haven't read the books!)
Your prize? Well, see below! I have made some fabulous Twilight bling! If you aren't lucky enough to win on Saturday at noon, then you can see these cuties on my etsy site! I will randomly draw a name and post it here, then I will send the luck winner one pendant and chain of there choice! If you would rather have another quote, then by all means... it will be yours! :)
I can't wait to hear all of your favorite quotes... and most of all... I can't wait to see all of you Twilight junkies come out of hiding! No shame ladies! :)
Update: There is a potential for spoilers here, so just be aware of that when you open the comments!
Saturday, December 06, 2008
I am second
Have you heard of this website? Iamsecond.com. Jeff introduced it to me yesterday. It is AMAZING. You must go look at it. If you only have a few minutes, especially watch the Brian Welch video. It is powerful.
We have been discussing our own personal testimonies in small group, at church. This is so inspiring to me. These people are so honest.
Anyway, just wanted to share what had been shared with me. :)
We have been discussing our own personal testimonies in small group, at church. This is so inspiring to me. These people are so honest.
Anyway, just wanted to share what had been shared with me. :)
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Happy Birthday Claire!!!
I can hardly believe that Claire is 4 today! It seems like she was so little just a few months ago. Now, she is so self sufficient. She can dress herself and buckle herself into her car seat. She can color a coloring page without going out of the lines. She knows the words to whole songs. One more... she is so sweet. She is a sweet loving little girl. She loves her friends and her family so much. And for that, I am so proud of her! I am so thankful everyday that God blessed Jeff and I with Claire! Happy 4th Birthday Claire!
Last night Claire got to take her two BFF's Kaylen and Gracie Claire to Chili's and Build a Bear for her Birthday. Then, they got to come back to our house for Claire's very first sleep over. To say the least, they had F-U-N!!!! :)
Here are a few pictures. I am a little sad that they didn't turn out better, but it's hard to capture that much fun in action! :)
Claire named her bunny "Ella".
Every bunny needs a bath, right?!
Claire, Gracie Claire, and Kaylen
Let's eat cake!!!
Last night Claire got to take her two BFF's Kaylen and Gracie Claire to Chili's and Build a Bear for her Birthday. Then, they got to come back to our house for Claire's very first sleep over. To say the least, they had F-U-N!!!! :)
Here are a few pictures. I am a little sad that they didn't turn out better, but it's hard to capture that much fun in action! :)
Claire named her bunny "Ella".
Every bunny needs a bath, right?!
Claire, Gracie Claire, and Kaylen
Let's eat cake!!!
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Sundays...
Sunday's mean football at our house. Jeff likes to watch every possible game (sigh.). I can usually fill my time making something crafty! :)
I hope your having a relaxing Sunday too!
My pretty girl
Showing off their support for Daddy's game!
Even Bailey is enjoying the day!
I hope your having a relaxing Sunday too!
My pretty girl
Showing off their support for Daddy's game!
Even Bailey is enjoying the day!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Future fashionista...
Yesterday Claire was singing quietly in the backseat. I thought I could hear what she was saying but I thought surely not! I thought I heard hear saying "Jimmy Choo". So, I asked her to sing louder. She did. Sure enough, she was singing one of the songs from my ipod that I must play to often (oops). "Sick of this dress and these Jimmy Choo's..."
She wanted to know what Jimmy Choo's were. I explained that they were shoes. She then asked if she could have some! I laughed, HARD! I told her that when I got some, she could have some! :) Look out Jeff! We have a fashionista on our hands. I knew I kept Harper's Bazaar on every in-table for a reason! :)
She wanted to know what Jimmy Choo's were. I explained that they were shoes. She then asked if she could have some! I laughed, HARD! I told her that when I got some, she could have some! :) Look out Jeff! We have a fashionista on our hands. I knew I kept Harper's Bazaar on every in-table for a reason! :)
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Halloween
Claire and Luke had a great time dressing up this year! Claire was a fairy and Luke was a cowboy. Jeff took them up and down our cul de sac and that was just about the right amount of trick or treating for them! Bailey the beagle even wore a costume! She was a princess... and yes, I payed money for her costume! :) For some reason Jeff refused to take her with them trick or treating. So, I dressed her up anyway and stood in the yard with her! The kids loved it!
Me and my sweet girl!
A fairy and a cowboy!
Nana Janis with Claire and Luke
The munchkins with their pumpkins... :)
Princess Bailey!
Me and my sweet girl!
A fairy and a cowboy!
Nana Janis with Claire and Luke
The munchkins with their pumpkins... :)
Princess Bailey!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Did I mention?
Two posts on one day! I know, I know! Amazing!!! I think I forgot to mention that my Dad is in Seminary now! He is going to Concordia to be a Lutheran Pastor. A month ago he was inducted in as a Vicar. Pretty cool huh!? Way to go Dad! Or is it Pastor Gerry now? :)
My Dad is on the top row, second from the left.
My Dad is on the top row, second from the left.
New pictures
On Saturday our small group went shopping and bought a bunch of food for our food bank at church. Then we headed back to church and let all of the kids stock the shelves. They had a great time!
What's more fun than a rolling cart?
Big helpers!
Luke can't wait to be a big kid!
Future super model :)
Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers for me! I get my EEG results on Thursday! Pray for good news!
What's more fun than a rolling cart?
Big helpers!
Luke can't wait to be a big kid!
Future super model :)
Thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers for me! I get my EEG results on Thursday! Pray for good news!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Funny like his Daddy...
Those of you that know Jeff know that he is pretty funny. He is always making jokes, or trying to. In the last few days, Luke has said some things that are too good not to share. I also want to document them for future use! :)
1. After dinner one night Luke came in and told me he had food in his mouth. I was some what confused. But, after more questioning I realized that he had something stuck in his tooth. He ended up yelling "Get it Mommy! I want you to get it so I can eat it!" GROSS. If your wondering if he ate it, he did. EWWW.
2. On Sunday Jeff was giving the kids a bath. When he was done I went upstairs to help put pj's on and get them ready for bed. I had Luke. As I was combing his hair I was telling him how HANDSOME he looked. He objected by saying...
"No Mommy, I NOT handsome!!! I FANCY!" While he said this he shook his little bottom and had his hands on his hips. Oh, my goodness... I almost died laughing!!!!
On another note, my parents have been in town for a few days. It has been such a fun visit! We went to the Japanese gardens today, so look out for some fun pictures of that soon. Also, this last weekend we took the kids to a business outing of sorts for Jeff's work. They had a family day at a local ranch... we even got our own REAL cowboy hats! SO FUN!
My cowboys
Claire petting the armadillo
One more thing... check out my Mom's new etsy site. I have also added a couple of new things to mine. I will be adding things frequently as we approach the holidays! I added this bag tonight...
Corduroy sunset
Friday, September 26, 2008
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