https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQbKcerCTwQ/WZSmGrkAeII/AAAAAAAAfQQ/1gxy6fbjWYMc2dS-4DMET0WGHH_LbrgYQCLcBGAs/s1600/1raising-cubs-final-header.jpg

Friday, October 31, 2008

Who's who?


UPDATE: What creative guesses ladies! Scroll down to see a couple hints in red and a clarification. Also, see if you can identify the person I dressed up as. Don't worry about the patch that is hidden behind Julia - that one's irrelevant.






Who can identify what Sam and Julia were for Halloween this year?


(Elephant is not the answer I'm looking for.)I'm afraid I threw everyone off with this statement. Sam IS an elephant, but I was looking for the elephant's NAME.


JoJo is waiting to hear your guesses.


Whoever can guess their costumes be prepared, these two cuties might just show up on your doorstep and....


give YOU a smooch!

Happy guessing!

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Beetle juice

Julia squatted down on the kitchen floor tonight after dinner, looking extra cute in her red fleece robe and wet ringlets and squealed an exuberant "Hi!". She put her face right down by the floor and said it again, "Hi!!!"

Then she picked up my shoe and BAM!

No more boxelder bug.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Wordless Wednesday - Sweet Stellan

It's the tiniest footprints that leave the biggest imprint on our hearts


Stellan's here!


I was away from my computer all day so it was after 2pm before I heard the good news about Stellan's birth and good health report. It was hard to wrap my brain around the reality that he's here even when MckMama showed me the pictures on her computer of her beautiful son who was resting one floor above us.
With all that I was squeezing into one day, I wasn't sure if the kids were going to allow me to visit for very long. Turns out they were perfect angels and we had a nice change to talk. Here's the best part! I got to meet the sweetest, most perfect baby today. Seriously, he is precious beyond words and he has the strongest and bravest mom I know.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

What is this world coming to?

Am I overreacting when I cringe when the kids at Julia's school are taught a song that includes the word "dumb"? At our house I always censor that word and many others. Usually "silly" makes a good substitute. This time of year parents have many choices to make about what they want their kids exposed in regards to socially acceptable Halloween traditions. I'm the first to admit that my philosophy is to avoid as much of it as we can. I don't take my kids into Walgreens. Have you seen their Halloween displays? Ish. We don't go trick or treating. We don't allow the kids to pretend to be ghosts. Sam is into monsters right now which I try not to make a big deal about. Kids tend to want what they can't have so I'm simply choosing to distract rather than forbid that sort of imaginary play. It's a good thing he wasn't at our library's story time this morning. The theme for the day was Monsters. What 2 year old doesn't like a good monster book?

I know the day is coming when I can't just avoid Halloween. I'm going to need to get my act together and know what to say (to a child Sam's age) about why our family does not "do" Halloween. Does anyone know of any good resources on the topic or suggestions for what works for your family?

Near and Far

We live out in the country and that means anytime we want to go somewhere it usually involves at least a twenty minute drive. When we can, we try to take advantage of the things the small town nearby has to offer. We weigh the higher costs of items here vs. the cost to drive to the bigger stores in the suburbs. I was thankful today was one of those days where I could accomplish everything within a one mile radius. We went from the library (for story time) to Sam's school (to pick up Sam) to McDonalds (for a $4.20 lunch and some playtime), the doctor (in the same parking lot as McDonalds), and then across the street to the pharmacy. The suburbs might have more options, but I love the ease of getting around our small little corner of the world. After almost 6 months it's starting to feel like home. The last time I was in our old neighborhood I felt so uncomfortable and out of place. Funny how that happens.

Tomorrow will be pretty much the opposite of today.
We'll be out all day long. It's the much anticipated day that Stellan will make his debut and we're planning our whole day around visiting MckMama.
We're also planning a trip to the Children's Museum and to sell a couple items off of Craigslist, a stop at my photo lab, and a couple little stops along the way.
Good thing gas prices have dropped by $1.50 in the last month!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Not Me Monday - 6th edition

It's (not) that time again. It never sneaks up on me. I'm always near the top of the Mr. Linky list of participants in MckMama's Not Me Monday Carnival. Oh wait. I AM near the top this week. Multi-tasking** pays off once again!

Here are some more things I didn't do:

* I did not forget to send my own mother a birthday card and instead use this post to wish her a happy birthday and happy anniversary. (She and Paul were married one year ago yesterday.)
Sorry Mom! Hope you guys had a great day!

* I did not ask my husband to read a 378 page book about parenting and marriage as his Christmas present to me this year.

* I didn't take it one step further and ask him to discuss each chapter with me when he finished it.

* I did not go on vacation (without the kids) even though my daughter hadn't ever gone without nursing at least 2x a day for her whole life.

* I didn't take a breast pump along on our camping trip so I could still nurse my 2 year old when we got home because I wasn't ready to give up breastfeeding.

* It did not snow here almost all day on Sunday with winds gusting often to 40+ miles per hour.

* I did not still do an outdoor photo shoot Sunday afternoon.

* We did not eat half a loaf of pumpkin bread Sunday night that we were suppose to save for Julia's school today.

* I did not ignore all the reviews that said to go ahead and make 3 loaves at one time because the recipe is really that good. Which leads to....

** I am not speed baking another loaf as I type this despite the fact that kitchen timer says it won't be done in time to get to school at 10:15.

* We don't have a mouse problem in our house.

* I didn't find out about this problem in the middle of a meeting with our bosses when Brian admitted that Sharon had seen two mice while we were on vacation. (The topic of problems with the house had come up and they were giving us a heads up that when the temps drop the mice move in.)

* I am not considering letting a stray cat into our home in hopes that it will catch all the mice.

* I did not purposely keep my grocery cart behind me in the check out line on Saturday in order to keep some space between me and the lady behind me who was crowding my personal space. I did not have to stand my ground as she pushed my cart into my leg. I did not take my sweet time putting my groceries in the cart just to annoy her.

* Brian and I didn't laugh our heads off when we heard Julia call out "Help Me Down!" from her room.

* I did not use my elbows to protect my the kid's coloring book so Julia couldn't scribble on my page. Nope not me. How stupid would that be? It's just a coloring book. Who cares if there's black scribbles all over the perfect Piglet I just colored.

* I don't take Sam's Little People and create silly scenarios while we play just to see what kind of reaction I'll get out of him. Big Bird did not drive the police car to the scene of a car accident and haul away the car that caused the accident. The sheep did not order an ice cream cone at the ice cream shop. The pig didn't drive the mail truck through the drive thru.

Houston, we have a problem.

We are in the process of deciding if this kitty is the solution.




We live in a 70+ year old farm house and that means mice move in when the weather turns cold.
Brian put traps around the house and basement but if that doesn't work we might have to get a cat. The kids would be thrilled and surprisingly I think this little kitty would be too. He showed up on our porch last week and I couldn't help but put a dish of dogfood out for him. I figured it wouldn't hurt anything to give a stray some food. "What did you expect?" Brian said when the cat returned every day since for more handouts.

When he tried to get in the house a couple days ago I realized he wasn't just a stray. He's been around humans and is very friendly. Could he be the solution to our mouse problem?
We're going to give the traps a few more days and if they don't pan out we might be giving Houston (Huey for short) a tour of our home....

The ABC's of a Field Trip




A is for animals
Sam and his classmates spent Tuesday morning getting up close and personal with the animals on the farm.

B is for Brrrrrrr
It was a chilly morning, but I didn't hear one complaint from the kids. They were too busy having fun.

C is for Cow
We watched how a cow gets milked, saw where the milk gets stored, felt the wet noses of young calves...

D is for Devin
It was Devin's grandparent's farm that we visited

E is for Egg
The kids searched for eggs in the chicken coop. After a few minutes Julia started freaking out. Then it dawned on me that she had just remembered that she'd been bitten by a chicken at the zoo this past summer.

F is for Farm Equipment.
The look on the kid's faces when they watched Devin's dad drive the combine was priceless.


G is for Group.
What a great group of kids Sam has in his class. It was fun to watch him interact with his classmates and for Julia to feel part of the group. For the most part she fits right in, except for when she stands behind the tallest girl in the class. :)


H is for Hay Ride.
We took a spin around the property.



I is for Interesting.
The kids were mesmerized by all they saw and experienced at the farm.


J is for Jealous.
Sam got to ride the school bus to the farm even though we could see the house from the road the farm is on. Julia was so upset that she didn't get to ride the bus too. I told her in two years it would be her turn. It didn't go over very well. Gee, I wonder why?


K is for Kitty
There were kitties everywhere. Both my kids loved to pet them.

L is for Ladder.
Sam couldn't wait to get up the ladder to sit in the combine. I couldn't wait for him to get down. The little stinker wouldn't stop touching the levers and buttons. Have you ever seen how BIG combines are? Not good.


M is for Milk.
After seeing where milk comes from it made a fitting drink to wash down their snack.


N is for Neighbors.
It was nice to finally meet some of our neighbors. (The farm is right across the lake from us.)



O is for Oyster Shells.
We learned that the chickens eat oyster shells with their food to make the shells of the eggs stronger.


P is for Pumpkin.
Each child got to get off the hay wagon and pick their own pumpkin from the field.


Q is for sQueeze.
At least one egg didn't survive all the handling by preschoolers.


R is for Running.
Sam ran to get the furthest pumpkin.








S is for Sunny.
It may have been cold, but the sky was blue and the sun warmed us as much as possible.


T is for Tractor.
My kids never get tired of sitting on farm equipment.





U is for Upset.
At first Julia was excited to be on the pony, but then...not so much.


V is for View.
It was refreshing to see our lake from a different view.

W is for Wild.
How else can I describe Julia's hair that day?














X is for eXact.
Having grown up on a horse farm I really wanted my children's first horseback riding experience to be more than the walk-in-a-circle carnival pony ride. Today they got a taste exactly as I imagined they would - a gentle ride on a pony that wasn't tied to the spoke of a giant wheel.


Y is for Yawn.
After all that fresh air and excitement, both kids slept soundly at naptime.


Z is for Zellman.
What a nice family to let a group of preschoolers come out to the farm on their 54th wedding anniversary and Mr. Zellman's 75th birthday.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Liquid Refreshments

Julia is starting to get on board with the idea of weaning. When she's tired or anxious she asks to nurse, but since we returned from the BWCA each day she is less insistent. Today was our best day yet. She never asked when she got up this morning. I kept her very distracted at nap time and she was happy to read a book in bed before sleeping for two hours.

I went out to dinner with five girlfriends last night so nursing was not an option at bedtime. Brian said it didn't bother her one bit. I figured if we made it through most of the day, we could make it through one more bedtime. We were so close I could taste it. It was a night to celebrate. The day my body officially became mine again. I have been pregnant or nursing all but one month since January of 2004. It was time to pop the cork on a bottle of wine. (It went great with that chicken pot pie I mentioned earlier. It was worth all the time it took to make it.)
We played a rowdy came of the Laundry Game* tonight as a family and wore the kids out before bedtime. I tried tot talk Julia into letting Daddy put her in bed, but she asked to "NU-nee". Uh-oh. I'd had a glass of wine at dinner so now what was I to do? I called her bluff. She took one look and let the subject drop (literally).

Post note: Now when she asks to nurse (like she did at breakfast Friday morning) I ask her where NU-nee went. She replies, "All gone!"

After two years and 10 days of liquid nourishment and bonding the milk bar is officially closed (and the wine bar open).

*The Laundry Game starts off by dumping all the laundry on our bed. At our house that usually involves about 5 baskets worth of clothes. Each child stands about six feet away next to a basket. Then the real fun begins. I throw clothes at the kids one piece at a time. They shriek, giggle, and dance around when they catch what I've tossed in their general directions. When the kids clothes are all doled out, the kids slide their baskets to their rooms, dump them on their chairs and then return for round 2(socks, diapers, and towels).

Dear Diary,

I've kept a journal for almost two decades. I still have them all tucked away somewhere. There's the plastic, puffy one with a lock on the front that says "My Diary"- Inside its filled with my pathetic cursive penmanship and includes all constantly changing crushes I had in school, what my homework was, what happened on the bus, how annoyed I was with my little sisters. I distinctly remember writing using a flashlight for light up on my loft bed in the tiny room I shared with Katie and Kara.
Later I used a small spiral bound notebook for my junior high years. I used a different color ink for each page - all two hundred of them. I wrote about how my dad and I used to get away with watching TV on the weeknights (a big no-no at our house) when my mom went to church for a meeting. Is the show Hunter still shown in reruns anymore? Boys were still the main topic of most of my entries, especially a nine month "relationship" with Danny. Since we never talked, I had lots to say in my diary - including how he sent Jess S. to break up with me instead of doing it himself. I wrote about how on the walk to the high school for an assembly I had one boyfriend and on the way back I had a different one. Hey, at least I was efficient! Girlfriend spats were constant. I don't wish Junior High on anyone. I wrote about shopping for clothes for my first dance on November 3rd, 1989. I wore a soft, cream sweater with pink flowers and black pants, size 3. Oh how times have changed - I'd be happy to fit back into my size 6's!

Whenever I went on a trip I always packed a notebook to journal in. I spent ten years in 4-H so there was always some adventure during summer vacation. I was shy and being thrown together with kids you've never met before always made journaling good therapy. The summer after my freshman year of high school I spent two weeks on a horseback riding trip to Wyoming, the next summer I took a bus with 60 other 4-Hers to Washington DC, then there was the month I spent in Montana doing trail work for the Student Conservation Association the summer before college.

In college I spent 3 months traveling around Central and South America. Part of our assignment was to keep a journal that our teachers would read every few weeks to make sure we were soaking up at least some of the information that we were bombarded with on a daily basis.
Each year around this time I pull out that journal and read up on what I was doing the Fall of 1997.
Here's an excerpt from October 25th, the 59th day of the trip, staying in Buenos Aires, Argentina at the time:
[reaction to buying ballet tickets]...we're going to the ballet on opening night in a box of one of the top 3 opera houses in the world! And we're going to see Romeo and Julieta! I am so excited!!! BOX SEATS!
We did some final shopping, nylons, polarizing filter, Tara bought shoes to go w/ her dress...

[attending a local soccer game]
...We took a bus (98) across the river and then a nice lady told us where to get off. There were about 150 of us so It's hard to get on the bus fast enough. We got off and asked for directions. I guess we were trying to be pretty early cuz there can be fights outside before the game starts. I was worried that it would be expensive, but crazy as it sounds, for women our tickets were only $5. The guys had to pay $15. There weren't that many women there at all. While we were getting our tickets there were policemen walking by with shields and helmets with face masks. There were mounted police too. How crazy was this thing going to get? Inside the field was surrounded by fence, rolled barbwire at the top and a moat with rainwater in it probably keeps most people from getting to the field....

...The section for the visiting team's fans is blocked off so the two team's fans can't interact during the game - at least not physically. There were policemen that were down on the field with German shepherds. These people meant business...

...The red team scored and then less than 2 minutes later the blue team did. The craziest thing happened next. The blue team's fans all ran towards the left side fence, taunting the red team. It was comforting to know there was a fence and practically and army to protect us from them. We were told to become fans of the team we were sitting by so that's what we did....

[coming home from dinner]
...Our woman cab driver honked at everything on the way back to Hotel Castelar. We drove on Avenue Nueve de Julio at night. What a sight! I'd like to go out and take pictures of the city, but it isn't safe by myself.

Five months later I added more stamps in my passport when I studied in Vienna for the spring term of my junior year. (That journal wasn't read by our teachers and if you're familiar with the trimester vs. semester system, I was only on campus for 10 weeks of my junior year of college which was long enough to get my front tooth knocked out, but that's a whole other story.) I don't know where my Europe journal is at the moment so I can't share any of the entries, but it was a trip like no other since we lived in Vienna and then traveled to other countries on the weekends.

I journaled when I went to Voyageurs National Park for a college internship nine days after returning from Europe. I wrote about meeting Brian and how I thought his hat was ugly. Later that summer I wrote about what a good friend he'd become. The next summer I wrote about what a great husband he'd be for someone else, and how we were just friends. Then I wrote about our first kiss.
Sometime during college my journaling became more of a way to talk to God. I wrote out my prayers. Those are some of my most special entries.

Early on the morning of May 27th, 2001 I sat by the fireplace in my hotel and wrote to God about the man I was going to marry that afternoon. A few days later I sat on the dock overlooking Gunflint Lake and wrote about my dreams for my new life as Brian's wife.

These days I don't have any teachers reading my journals, but instead friends, family, acquaintances, and complete strangers read what I have to write. Talk about pressure! Of course it's pressure I put on myself because I really only mean to write for myself, so I can record my family's memories and feel connected to other moms out there.
Someday when I find the time and the money I plan to turn my blog entries into a blurb book. Knowing this, I think I put even more pressure on myself to come up with the perfect post title, interesting text that contains as few grammatical errors as possible, and is mostly coherent thoughts.

On days when I would really like to get the thoughts that are tumbling around my brain down on "paper" so I can move on to more productive activities (like finding my dining room table under piles of stuff or figuring out why I chose a Chicken Pot Pie recipe that takes 1 1/2 hours to make), I find myself shying away from blogging. If it doesn't fit in a pretty word package tied up with a witty bow, I don't bother. I don't blog about the quirks Julia has about nursing at night, or the days when I feel so guilty that a whole day went by and I kept putting off sitting down with the kids to play along side them just so I could get one more chore done.

I want them to see my heart and maybe even my soul when they read through the pages of the legacy book I leave for them. I know that making the memories, teaching them about their Savior, and raising them to be kind, compassionate, and responsible adults is more important than getting every cute quote or fun activity recorded, but if I'm going to ignore the housework to make a book about our lives, it might as well be real and include some of the less glamorous stuff.

Will I change the style of how I blog? Maybe. Will I post less or more often? Hard to say. Will I get more readers or lose the few I have? I'm going to do my best not to care. I really don't miss my sitemeter at all which I consider a step in the right direction. Speaking of moving in the right direction... I managed to get my thoughts untangled in my brain and down on "paper", spell check took care of the spelling mistakes (except that journaled and journaling apparently aren't words), and I will still hit Publish Post even though this post won't be the one that the kids read over and over again in the hard cover version.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Breaking Bear Country News




    follow me on Twitter


    Baby Boom

    The October baby boom is in full swing:
    Brianna has a new baby brother named Caden Scott. (October 14th)


    My best friend from high school is due with her third girl today.
    Heather missed an October birthday for her son, Isaac, by one day.
    Joy and Chris had a baby girl, Evie late in September.
    Stellan will join the ranks next week.
    No wonder baby fever is hitting me hard right now!

    Monday, October 20, 2008

    Not Me Monday - 5th Edition

    I did not wear 11 different articles of clothing in order to stay warm on our trip.
    I did not wear the same shirts for 4 days straight.
    I did not forget about our dog the entire time we were gone until the drive home and I saw a dog in someone's yard.
    Brian did not tip over the canoe when he was going out to fish before dinner.
    I did not just blog about Brian tipping over the canoe despite him saying that we weren't going to speak of this...ever.
    We did not break camp over an hour before the sun came up in order to get home to see the kids sooner.
    No, that would be stupid and dangerous. We wouldn't go up the rapids in the dark.
    Brian would never carry a canoe over rocky terrain in the dark.
    I did not spell Stellan's name incorrectly and then proceed to take a bunch of pictures of my mistake.

    Julia did not fall into the pond while we were gone.














    I most certainly didn't laugh at her reaction at seeing this picture
    of herself covered in green algae.

    I didn't tear up this morning when I read the note Brian's mom wrote in the front of the movie she left for the kids.

    I don't think the kids had any fun with their grandparents and aunt. We'll never leave the house again. The kids cannot survive without us!



    Thanks Gene, Rena, and Sharon for taking such good care of our Sammy Sam and JoJo while we were gone!



    I did not let Julia play with water in the bathroom sink while I put the finishing touches on my Not Me post this morning.
    I did not hear the dreaded "uh-oh" and run in to find water running over the edge of the sink onto the floor. Nope. That would have been too predicable.


    What didn't you do this week?

    Not Me Monday - 5th Edition

    I did not wear 11 different articles of clothing in order to stay warm on our trip.
    I did not wear the same shirts for 4 days straight.
    I did not forget about our dog the entire time we were gone until the drive home and I saw a dog in someone's yard.
    Brian did not tip over the canoe when he was going out to fish before dinner.
    I did not just blog about Brian tipping over the canoe despite him saying that we weren't going to speak of this...ever.
    We did not break camp over an hour before the sun came up in order to get home to see the kids sooner.
    No, that would be stupid and dangerous. We wouldn't go up the rapids in the dark.
    Brian would never carry a canoe over rocky terrain in the dark.
    I did not spell Stellan's name incorrectly and then proceed to take a bunch of pictures of my mistake.

    Julia did not fall into the pond while we were gone.














    I most certainly didn't laugh at her reaction at seeing this picture
    of herself covered in green algae.

    I didn't tear up this morning when I read the note Brian's mom wrote in the front of the movie she left for the kids.

    I don't think the kids had any fun with their grandparents and aunt. We'll never leave the house again. The kids cannot survive without us!



    Thanks Gene, Rena, and Sharon for taking such good care of our Sammy Sam and JoJo while we were gone!



    I did not let Julia play with water in the bathroom sink while I put the finishing touches on my Not Me post this morning.
    I did not hear the dreaded "uh-oh" and run in to find water running over the edge of the sink onto the floor. Nope. That would have been too predicable.


    What didn't you do this week?

    Sunday, October 19, 2008

    S.T.R.E.T.C.H.

    Finding fun templates online is fun and all - especially when they are free, but I've yet to find anything that will let me use the stretch minima layout and I love that layout. Bare with me while I do some more tweaking to the page elements. I promise it will be worth it when I can blow up my pics like this:

    While you were sleeping

    Mommy and Daddy were driving six hours away to spend their first nights away together in over 2 years.

    While you were getting dressed, we were paddling across the first of 2 lakes.


    While you were eating breakfast, Mommy was resting half way through the 190 rod portage.


    While you were painting pumpkins, Daddy was carrying the canoe (and the food pack) around some rapids on the South Kiwishiwi River.



    While you were eating hamburgers and ice cream cones at McDonald's, Mommy was catching our lunch.




    While you were making pizza with Sharon, Grandma, and Grandpa, Mommy and Daddy were enjoying the view at their campsite.



    While you were watching Whinnie the Pooh, Daddy was catching big fish.


    For the record Mommy had a bigger bass on her line until it broke the line.


    While you were eating tacos, Mommy and Daddy were eating fresh fish.



    Really fresh


    While you were getting ready for bed, Mommy took this picture for Stellan's gallery.



    While you were sleeping in your beds, we were sleeping in this tent.

    In fact, we were probably sleeping before you were! We were in the tent most nights by 7pm.

    While you were sound asleep, Mommy and Daddy were paddling and portaging in the dark so we could get home to you faster.


    While you were eating breakfast, we saw an eagle fly over our canoe during the last 5 minutes of our time on the water.



    While you were napping, Mommy and Daddy were driving home to see you!

    Correction: Daddy was driving. Mommy was sleeping.

    We missed you!

    Wednesday, October 15, 2008

    Guess How Much I Love You?


    Sam especially enjoys it when I read him this book at bedtime. Lately as I leave the room one of us will tell the other that we love each other to the moon and back - just like in the book.
    Yesterday as if he knew my heart was already starting to miss him and we haven't even left yet, he says to me after I say I love him to the moon and back, "I love you to the angels."

    I don't think I'll look at the moon the same ever again.



    Tonight when I tucked him in and once again explained that Mommy and Daddy won't be here in the morning when he wakes up and that while we're gone he can look up at the moon and know that we're doing the same thing and thinking of him.
    "But Mama, the moon is going to be over MY house!" I should have seen that one coming!

    Then I tell him how excited we are going to be when we get home on Sunday that I'm going to give him lots and lots of squeezes.
    "But Mama, that's going to turn me into a pea!"
    giggles....
    "Oh Sammy, you are so silly."
    "Why am I silly Mama?"
    "Because you are so sweet."
    "Well that's going to make me a sweet potato."

    --------------------------------------------------

    Julia, during our bedtime snuggle offered her own unsolicited, "Yuv you, Mommy."

    -------------------------------------------------

    I feel at peace about leaving tomorrow morning, but I will miss my babies like crazy. I'm a little nervous about the weather forecast of lows in the 20's but the daytime highs will be in the upper 40's so we should be fine.
    The car is packed. The canoe is strapped down.
    The alarm is set for 3 a.m.
    Grandma and Grandpa are sleeping in our bed.
    Brian is getting some rest on the couch.

    I am going to get some sleep myself before the 6 hour car ride, the 3 portages mixed in with the 1 1/2 hour paddle, and the fun of setting up camp.

    I can only imagine what my Not Me Monday post will entail after 4 days in the wilderness!

    A needle in a haystack

    I'm doing my best to not think about the fact that I lost my cell phone amongst all the leaves when I look at the pictures from Monday's hike, but the memory is still fresh.


    The panic was real. It was deep. I only had one bar left of battery. Worse yet the phone was on vibrate. Did I mention the sun had set right before I realized the phone had fallen out of my pocket?

    I prayed the whole time I was out searching the park - retracing my steps.


    It might seem trivial to lose a phone, but I cannot afford a new one. We don't have a land line so I'd have no way of making emergency calls, I have many phone numbers stored in the phone that I don't have anywhere else... I NEED my phone. God knew this and after 20 minutes of searching I spotted it. Can you see it in the picture above?


    A sight for sore eyes - literally!

    Tuesday, October 14, 2008

    Brilliant

    Since I only have an early elements version of Photoshop and I don't really know how to use it, you can be sure that God gets ALL the credit for the brilliant colors you see in the leaves. Wait. That didn't come out right. He gets all the credit regardless. What was I thinking?

    I remember now. I was thinking it would be a shame to sit indoors after Sam's birthday dinner yesterday when the trees in our park are dripping with color. So outside we went.

    Like father, like son.

    I think they're both brilliant.

    The birthday boy
    Mmmmm.... yummy evening light....

    My camera is still limping along....I'm going to milk it for all it's worth until my warranty mess gets resolved.

    Check out my pup. Smart huh? He's on a leash like the park rules require. This isn't a new trick for him. He's been taking himself for walks for 10 years. Brilliant!

    Have a good morning!

    It's back to school season and whether your kids start before or after Labor Day new routines are on every mom's mind these days. T...