I got one!

(In above pic, Phoebe is holding her egg-drop project. AS YOU CAN SEE SHE ALSO JUST LOST ANOTHER TOOTH! ISN'T SHE SO DANG CUTE!?! yes, her boiled egg survived the toss off of the roof... in case you were wondering!)

I have been seriously considering closing up my blog. I actually have pretty much already decided to, but first I have to save my pennies b/c I found a site that prints the blog out for you in a book! Which I am really excited about, but it will need to broken up into 2-3 books since I have had it for a couple of years now! :)

Anyway, I just don't usually think of things to blog about and if I do, I don't have time. Or I put it in abbreviated form on FB and that takes care of it. But today I was looking through the piles of papers brought home from school by my sweets, and came across a Synonym paper of Phoebe's. I thought you would enjoy it (though you'll have to understand some spelling, though that is what makes the last one so funny!)

My Synonym Book, by P.M.
DaD-DaDDy
freezing-cold
lite-brite
mom-mommy
yell-screm
alike-same
beautiful-prity
sad-unhappy
angry-maid
I love the last one because I think, at least I have, at times felt angry about being the maid, even though she meant 'mad'. Its one of those funny mis-spellings. Thankfully, I am rarely a 'mad maid' anymore, God has sweetly taught me to be so thankful for the people making the mess that I don't mind cleaning up the mess hardly at all! And I have heard that one day my house will be empty of people and then I will long for these messy days again. So there. In Jesus' name, Amen.*
My friend, Michelle, said that her daughter always ends her prayers with 'In Jesus' name, Amen.' and she accidentally ended a message she left on someone's phone that way. I love it!

Love you! In Jesus' name, Amen!

The girls have cut another apron string (feels like a heart string to me, sniff, sniff, why is it you want them to grow up but you cry when they do? mothering is such sweet sorrow... anyway) and they are walking to and from school. Jacob walks with them a few blocks until their directions change and here is another wonder to me, Jacob came home the other day and said, "Mom, you need to tell me when the girls aren't walking home after school because I wait for them." Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle! I had picked up the girls that day and run to the grocery store and he had stood at the corner they meet at waiting for them! (*insert more motherly sniffling here*) They are all growing more responsible for each other and it is a sweet thing to watch. Ellie came home the first day that she and Phoebe walked home together and said it had felt good to her to make sure Phoebe got home all right. It made her feel more responsible. 

Well, Hallelujah!

Lord, I love these sweeties.

In Jesus' name, Amen!

(tugs at your heart, don't it)

T.M.I.

Just warning ya!
The other night, Nate and John were in the living room and I called John into the kitchen, requesting help opening cans. He came in, I was cooking at the stove, and he cozied up to me. Before he moved on to the task at hand, Nate came into the kitchen and said, "That doesn't look like opening cans, unless its a metaphor for something that I don't want to know about."
Yep, he went there. And as hard as I was laughing, at the same time astonished that he made a joke of that nature! To us, about us. Hm. And ha!
Oh, my. OH, MY!
Take care! (and... hope you get to ....open some cans. ;-)