Yeah, my blog is moved to its new home and is back online thanks to my wonderful husband and his technical prowess. Now back to our regularly scheduled programming:
Can I have some?
(The above was written by said husband with technical prowess. 
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Jul 062010
May 092010
I know I keep saying it, but I’m going to say it again. I love Sonlight. Their tag line says “The way you wish you’d been taught.” They are right. I love how they use stories to teach.
Part of our school work this week included reading “Granny Han’s Breakfast”, a wonderful story about trusting God. During the course of the story, Granny Han’s home is robbed. So, she is without food, as well as money. She prays “Lord, this is it! I really don’t care if I eat or not … you know what you want for me, and that’s all I want. You promised to supply all my needs – but I can’t pretend breakfast is a need at the moment, as I’m not exactly starving! But Lord, I’m asking you to show Oo-lan (Granny Han’s housekeeper) that you can provide for me…” Through out the course of the story, the Lord sends many people to Granny’s home with food and money. All of her needs and wants are met, and her housekeeper gets to be a front-row witness to it all.
After we read the story, I went through some of the discussion questions:
- Do you trust God to provide for all your needs?
- Can you think of ways that you could help God provide for other people?
- Have you ever prayed for God to supply a need and He did so in a wonderful, unexpected way?
We had fun talking through our answers. I explained to the boys that God had answered my prayer for children with the two of them – and nothing could be more wonderful or unexpected. The boys decide that they’ve never really asked for God to supply their need, and they resolve to do so.
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Fast-forward to meal time, Tigger says his normal prayer and adds on a line that says: “Please God, I want seven brothers.” I’m thankful his eyes were closed when he said his prayer because my eyeballs popped out of my head when he said that. Tigger has been faithful to have the same request, for seven brothers, every time I’ve heard him pray since then.
I figure that Woody counts as one of those brothers, so that means that he’s asking for six more. Oh, mercy… We know that God listens to all of his children, but I think that the prayers of little one’s can be especially moving of the Father’s heart. And frankly, I’m a little worried.
Sep 292009
Three years ago today, I officially joined the “Mom” club. Although, I had assumed the Mommy role and the boys called me Mommy since the day of their placement 18 months prior. This was the day the state of Texas named Hubby and I as the parents of Woody and Tigger.
On one hand, it’s hard to believe that it was only three years ago. On the other hand, it seems so long ago. As I was remembering the events of that day, I realized how far we have come in three years. Of course, the boys have grown and learned – but oh my, oh my – I think I am the one who has learned the most. Like most mothers, I’ve learned about love, forgiveness, how to create a meal out of a can of tomatoes and a jar of peanut butter, and how to survive with a minimal amount of sleep. But there are so many other things I’ve learned that I didn’t realize would come with motherhood.
I’ve learned that furniture can be rearranged when it is necessary to hide the Sharpie marker scribbles that were made by a certain child on the side of a bookshelf unit.
I’ve learned the names of most of the Marvel comic characters.
I learned the theme songs to “Dora the Explorer”, “The Backyardigans”, “Between the Lions”, “Sid the Science Kid”, and “Martha Speaks.” I’ve also learned about all of the characters on the shows.
I’ve learned to despise “Caillou” for his whiney voice, “Word Girl” for continually lying to her parents, and “Sid the Science Kid” because Sid’s classmate, Gerald, has to be told 2 or 3 times before he will do what Teacher Suzy instructs him to do.
I’ve learned that if a shirt gets washed with a sticker, chances are, the shirt will never again be the same – even with Goo-Gone.
I’ve learned that pasta, tomato sauce, and meat can be loved or hated – it all depends on the pasta shape. Long, thin spaghetti noodles called “spaghetti with meat sauce” = good. Short, stubby elbow macaroni noodles called “goulash” = bad.
I’ve learned that no matter what I say, my boys will always think that farts are funny. Ditto for belching.
I’ve learned that no matter what I say, my boys constantly have their fingers buried up their noses or laced between their toes. (And let me just say “GRRRRRROOOOOOSSSSSSSS!”
I’ve learned that a boy can walk over/around/on top of something for days on end without ever thinking to stop and pick up or move said item.
I’ve learned that I will struggle and search to find the perfect toy for my beautiful boy, only to have said beautiful boy toss the toy aside and play with the box.
I’ve learned that a snack almost always improves present circumstances.
I’ve learned that a nap can change almost anything.
And I’ve learned that being a Mom is the toughest job I’ve ever had – but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I can hardly wait to see what Woody and Tigger are going to teach me next.
Sep 242009
God answers prayers, even prayers about dogs.
My sweet Alvin is gone. I was his Mommy exactly 12 years and 3 days.
He was born August 20, 1997.
He became my beagle baby September 20, 1997.
He left for the Rainbow Bridge September 23, 2009.
He will be missed.
Sep 222009
Twelve years ago this week, I brought home my best friend, Alvin. He’s the softest, cuddliest, beagle boy you could ever know. I got him one month after I moved to Seattle.
Truth be told, he chose me. I went to a home with a litter of beagle pups they were wanting to sell. She had the whole crew out playing in the kitchen so I could see them. One little guy came over and started playing with my shoe laces, I loved on him and went to go look at the others but he wouldn’t let me. He pulled on my shoe laces again. I grabbed a toy to distract him, but in true stubborn-beagle form, he wouldn’t let me go. He had made his choice, and I just couldn’t argue with his cute adorable face.
Since then, he’s seen me through thick and thin. He’s loved me no matter what. He rode shotgun for nearly 2000 miles when I trekked across the country from Seattle back to Texas. He was with me when I was single and now that I’m married. He’s heard more of my secrets than any other living being. He’s been an only dog and he’s been one of three family dogs. He’s gone on hundreds of walks. He learned a few commands and will obey them for the most part. He loves just about anything I cook, and would probably fight to the death for Garlic Mashed Potatoes. And he’s the best snuggler on the planet.
Tonight, my beagle-boy is spending his second night in the doggie hospital. He’s hooked up to an IV to help hydrate him and he’s had pain meds to assuage the effects of suspected pancreatitis. I’m really hoping and praying that he’ll get to come home, but I fear that we might be nearing the end of our time together.
I believe that God answers all prayers, even if He doesn’t give us the answer we want to hear. So, tonight I’m asking for your prayers. I am praying that Alvin will be healed. I’d love for him to be healed here and now, but I’m willing to accept that God will heal him so that he can wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge. Either way, I’ll take what I can get. I just want my best friend to get better.
