Mr. Adventure :)

Crazy child of mine

This boy is a hoot! At school they are having "career" week and talking about different occupations. Friday is dress up day and the children are allowed to dress up for what they want to be when they grow up. You guessed it. I asked Mason what he wanted to dress up like on Friday, for what he wants to be. Spiderman of course! This gives this child another excuse to wear that Spiderman suit out in public!

Grocery game

Are you grocery gaming it?? If not, you REALLY should be!!! Look at these el' cheapo goodies I got my very first week of playing! Now keep in mind, this was just the first week....I have a much larger stash on hand already!! Groovy inexpensive bags of boneless, skinless chicken breasts, ground beef and ground chuck, 14 packs of free diaper wipes (just paid tax). I am on my way to having 80 rolls of toilet paper for $3 plus tax. I am sooooooooooooo loving this game!

Well it finally happened!! Miss priss lost her first tooth! I just checked her last week for any loose teeth and none of them felt like they were loose. Daddy was brushing her teeth Sunday night and felt it move. He took the toothbrush out of her mouth and she popped it right out with her tongue! She looks soooo stinking cute with that lil snaggle tooth!!






Okay that is enough pictures...go away!

03-21-2007


Wishing everyone a beautiful World Down syndrome day!!

Angel on the corner

So today I saw an angel standing on the corner. I am quite sure he was an angel and the other days I have seen him there I had the same exact thought. But today I teared up for some reason. Every time I see him I always honk my horn and wave like crazy to let him know that I see him and appreciate the happiness he has thrown into my day. I think what made me cry today was the fact that not everyone sees him and this made me really sad. He's been there on that corner for who really knows how long, waving and smiling and telling everyone who passes by hello. Today I watched him from a differnt angle, at a distance and it made me see another view. I was across the intersection facing him and watching him wave to everyone and I thought, "how many people really see him over there and get all mushy at the site of him like I do?" Does it make other peoples day when they see him? Do they smile as big as they can and feel like their heart is going to burst at the sight of him getting so excited just waving at the cars, or is it just me? Would I have felt the same way about him before I had Ashlyn? I think that is what REALLY hurts my heart. But that is okay, I can thank Miss Ashlyn for changing my heart, my mind, my views, my love, my desires..... basically, my everything. I love you Ashlyn! Thank you for letting me see the world through your eyes.

My hands

The story below "These hands" really had me thinking tonight. I was thinking back about how my day went today and what my hands allowed me to do. This morning I used my hands to gently wake little ones to start their day. I used my hands to pack a lunch for my oldest son for school. I am starting to think that after packing his lunch every day for the last 7 years, that it is against his religion to buy a school lunch. :) These hands let me snuggle and dress my baby girl before she went off to school. I brushed her pretty hair, put on her shoes, bundled her up before she went out in the cold. All of these things and many more, I was able to do by the use of my hands. I called my best friend who lives a gazillion miles away from me to chat for a while today...my hands allowed me to dial her number. How many times did my hands hold little hands today? Way too many to count. I used my hands to type out a prayer request for my husbands cousin who is lying in a hospital in a induced coma due to a horrible automobile accident. This afternoon, two of my babies became sick with a stomach virus and I used my hands to clean them up, hold them and cuddle them and wipe their tears. There are many more things that I am going to do with my hands tonight before I go to bed. One thing I will do before I retire for the night ~ I will clasp my hands together and thank God for the many wonderful things he has given me, and on this day I can say that I am truly thankful for the pair of hands he so graciously gave me.

These hands

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear strong voice.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.

Grandma smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

"They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

"They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

"They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

"They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

******This is MY favorite part******

"These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."

I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.~author unknown~

Sweet Valentine

Valentine's Day 2007. Look what a difference 4 years makes! She was an itty bitty girl back then, not walking and today she is helping her mommy with the housework...LOL, don't I wish!?!

Valentines' day 4 years ago....ahhhh my sweet little girly girl!

Happy Valentine's Day!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! So I was playing around with conversation candy making machine and made a few of my own!!