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A couple of days ago Emma's teacher asked her to share with the class one Thanksgiving tradition that her family had, so she came home and asked me what she should share and that is when I realized we were in trouble. You see, we don't really have any Thanksgiving traditions other than eating lunch with my family and eating dinner with my husbands family (not the most exciting thing to share with your class). It was kind of sad as I began to think about what we did year after year and couldn't really think of a single thing. Finally Emma said she thought of one and I breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you going to say?" I asked. "I am going to tell them that we eat ham" she said. Great! The only thing the poor child could say with confidence that we did every year was eat ham....pitiful! I began to think about the legacy of tradition that we were passing down to our children and realized we have very little in the way of tradition that we do for any holiday. We get so wrapped up in just getting done what we have to do to prepare. Then the actual days are spent in a whirlwind of travel between families, lots of eating and chaos and then the final drop into bed late at night, a quick sigh of relief that we made it another year, and the next day it is time to prepare for the next thing. No family traditions that belong to just our family for our kids to look back and say "we did that every year and it was great" and nothing for the next generation to pass on. I decided at that moment that we were going to have a tradition for each holiday that we celebrate. Something just for our own household to do that our children can look back later and say it was our tradition to do this...
This Thanksgiving we are making a Thanksgiving tree, just a small branch, and everyone gets to write on their paper leaf what they are thankful for and hang it on the tree. Emma wanted to help bake a pumpkin pie, which I have never done before, and Lydia wants to watch a movie with nana and papaw after we eat our Thanksgiving lunch. I will be watching the Macy's parade, which is my own little tradition, while I cook the tradtional lunch meal with the main course already set- ham!
I also have been thinking about what I am thankful for this week. I decided to focus on the little things that I normally take for granted but that I need to remember that God wants us to be thankful for ALL things no matter how small. Here are some of the things I have thought of:
1. The love of my husband! I feel blessed to not only have a good husband but to have a husband who shows me love daily. I love that I still get excited when I know he is coming home and I still look forward to having him here. I am Thankful that he still hugs me, holds my hand while we walk, tells me he loves me everyday, kisses me in front of our children, tells me I look nice, tickles me while I am trying to cook, rubs my shoulders after a long day and always helps take care of the girls. I am also thankful that he spends quality time with us and always puts family time first!
2. My children! I am blessed to have to healthy children who are sweet and thoughtful (most of the time) and who love God and still think that their parents are heros...ha!
3. My parents and extended family.
4. My new home.
5. The ability for me to stay home with my children for another year. God has blessed my time with them and I am so thankful I have not had to miss a single minute! I love being a stay-at-home mother, it is the best job in the whole world. I prayed and prayed for God to let me have children and I am thrilled that He not only gave me two of them but gave them to us at a time when I could spend this time with them. God's timing is truly perfect.
6. Jason's job. Although this year has been stressful and we have had to move away from all we have known God has blessed us tremendously when so many others are struggling- Thank you God!
The list could go on and on but I have to go pick up Lydia from her nana's house so I will stop for now, but please take the time to be Thankful to God this week for all He has blessed you with and don't make your legacy to the future generations be what you eat. Start a new tradition!
" Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever." Psalm 107:1
This Thanksgiving we are making a Thanksgiving tree, just a small branch, and everyone gets to write on their paper leaf what they are thankful for and hang it on the tree. Emma wanted to help bake a pumpkin pie, which I have never done before, and Lydia wants to watch a movie with nana and papaw after we eat our Thanksgiving lunch. I will be watching the Macy's parade, which is my own little tradition, while I cook the tradtional lunch meal with the main course already set- ham!
I also have been thinking about what I am thankful for this week. I decided to focus on the little things that I normally take for granted but that I need to remember that God wants us to be thankful for ALL things no matter how small. Here are some of the things I have thought of:
1. The love of my husband! I feel blessed to not only have a good husband but to have a husband who shows me love daily. I love that I still get excited when I know he is coming home and I still look forward to having him here. I am Thankful that he still hugs me, holds my hand while we walk, tells me he loves me everyday, kisses me in front of our children, tells me I look nice, tickles me while I am trying to cook, rubs my shoulders after a long day and always helps take care of the girls. I am also thankful that he spends quality time with us and always puts family time first!
2. My children! I am blessed to have to healthy children who are sweet and thoughtful (most of the time) and who love God and still think that their parents are heros...ha!
3. My parents and extended family.
4. My new home.
5. The ability for me to stay home with my children for another year. God has blessed my time with them and I am so thankful I have not had to miss a single minute! I love being a stay-at-home mother, it is the best job in the whole world. I prayed and prayed for God to let me have children and I am thrilled that He not only gave me two of them but gave them to us at a time when I could spend this time with them. God's timing is truly perfect.
6. Jason's job. Although this year has been stressful and we have had to move away from all we have known God has blessed us tremendously when so many others are struggling- Thank you God!
The list could go on and on but I have to go pick up Lydia from her nana's house so I will stop for now, but please take the time to be Thankful to God this week for all He has blessed you with and don't make your legacy to the future generations be what you eat. Start a new tradition!
" Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever." Psalm 107:1
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A couple of weeks ago I attended a revival service entitled "Why don't we get our prayers answered?" and it totally changed the way that I think about prayer and the way that I pray. I went into the service thinking I was pretty much on top of things in my prayer life and in the course of a couple of hours I came to the realization that my prayer life was probably the one aspect of my christian walk that needed the most work. Amazing how God can change our heart so quickly. There were a lot of points that were covered in that sermon but the two that struck me the most were 1. That we give up too soon and 2. We aren't diligent. Prayer takes repetition and patience and I lack both of them when I pray. I also learned that a holy hour is much more effective than a holy five minutes and that my quiet time truly needed to be QUIET! I don't need to be praying, reading, and singing worship songs the whole time. I learned that if I spent more time being quiet that I may quit wondering what God wants from me and I might quit wondering why God isn't answering me and I might actually get to see God work and hear God speak. As I look back now I realize that the one thing that I spent the least time praying about, and the most time complaining about, God was actually working out and I was too impatient and noisy to see or hear it...
When I began to realize we were actually moving I began to pray. I prayed about school for Emma and I prayed for my parents who had never had their only child farther than a few miles from home. I prayed about our new neighbors and friends for my children and I prayed for Jason and his job but the one thing I didn't really focus on was church. I prayed occasionally that God would lead us to a church but I just took control of that one and began to research churches in the area online. I already had my list of prospects. I knew exactly which ones I was going to visit and was positive that I could find one in a short time, after all I live in the bible belt, there is a church on every corner. No problem God I've got this one covered.
The last Sunday we were at Center Grove (our home church) a girl named Julie visited my Life Group and heard me ask prayer for our move. She asked me where I was moving to and I told her. Amazingly she had just moved to the area from the same town I was moving to and so I laughingly asked her what church they went to because I would be looking. She said they had been members at Mt. Vernon and that they loved it and missed it greatly. That was not one on my list but I promised to look it up, which I later did, and determined that while it looked fine it was kind of far from my house and didn't really seem to have the "programs" I was used to so I dismissed it and went on. One week went by and I began to visit the churches on my list. The first one was huge and seemed to be active but the people were not friendly and as I sat there alone ( Jason was working) I began to feel very out of place. No one spoke and when the pastor announced that everyone should shake a hand no one even turned around to me. I didn't know a single song they sang and when it was over I found myself praying on the way home that God would lead us to the right church. Week two came and I visited another large church on my list and while it had a more friendly congregation it was very far from my house and I knew that I would never be able to be involved like I wanted to and the largeness of it made me feel lost in the crowd. I began to pray a little more but I still had some more on my list. Week 3 came and went and I visited yet another one. This time Lydia cryed when I left her and begged to go back to "our" church and I spent most of the sermon in tears as I thought about my home church and missed my family, who I never worshipped without. Week four I prayed like I had never prayed and my mom called that week and said that she had a new member in the choir who was from the area I was living in and she went to a really good church in Boone called Mt. Vernon. Her name was Julie and my mom thought she was so sweet and maybe I should check it out. I looked again but was still hesitant to drive up the mountain in my old car alone with two kids and try it so I passed...again. Week 5 Jason was off and went with me and now I was down to the last church on my list and I just knew this would be the one. I had looked at it online and talked to someone in the office and they were very friendly and positve so I was happy. Jason and I sat through the sermon...not bad, we made it through the welcome of guests... pretty good, we were excited when the childrens minister got up to speak and then as he read his letter of resignation and the church body began to weep and people were angry and hurt I realized that my ability to find us a church home was gone. My list had run out and I had drug my children to a different church every week since we moved here and I began to cry and I decided that it was time for me to listen and let God lead.
My dad called that week and he had just gotten out of an ushers meeting. The new intern at church had led the meeting and talked about his home church, afterward my dad said he asked him what church that was and the intern said Mt. Vernon in Boone. I began to wonder was God answering my prayer and I just wasn't listening? Two days later my mom called and said she had been asking the music minister to pray for us because we couldn't find a church and he asked if we had tried Mt. Vernon. He had heard great things about it but didn't know if we lived near enough to try it out. O.k. God, I hear you now, I think I will try it out. So the next Sunday I packed up the girls, took Jason's more reliable car and the GPS and headed up the mountain to Mt. Vernon. From the minute I walked in the door I felt like I belonged there. The people were welcoming and friendly, the church was very spirit-filled, the girls came out with a smile on their faces and I knew that God had led us to that place. God answers our prayer so much better when we stay out of it.
Since that first week I have experienced a new awakening in my personal walk with God. I was able to attend the revival, which was an awesome experience, and I have joined a Sunday Schoool class and begun the process of making new friends in Christ. The first week Jason went with me he was nervous. Jason is very quiet and he has never gone to any church other than the one he grew up in, but God worked it out. I prayed before we went that Jason would feel as at home there as I did and that he would feel God leading us there also. Within five minutes of arriving, he saw a guy named Patrick from our home church that he grew up with. We didn't even know he attended that church but he has been a member for several years. He was able to talk to Jason and introduce us to the Sunday School class we now attend. I have also seen other people that I know there and just last weekend we were at the fall festival and saw yet another couple from Center Grove whose parents go to Mt. Vernon. We enjoyed talking to them and getting to meet their family. God has truly blessed us and would have been willing to bless us sooner. I could have saved myself a lot of trouble had I just been patient, diligent and QUIET! Prayer is answered and God does speak we just have to ask diligently, be patient and then hush and let Him be God!
"Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for Him to act." Psalm 37:7a
When I began to realize we were actually moving I began to pray. I prayed about school for Emma and I prayed for my parents who had never had their only child farther than a few miles from home. I prayed about our new neighbors and friends for my children and I prayed for Jason and his job but the one thing I didn't really focus on was church. I prayed occasionally that God would lead us to a church but I just took control of that one and began to research churches in the area online. I already had my list of prospects. I knew exactly which ones I was going to visit and was positive that I could find one in a short time, after all I live in the bible belt, there is a church on every corner. No problem God I've got this one covered.
The last Sunday we were at Center Grove (our home church) a girl named Julie visited my Life Group and heard me ask prayer for our move. She asked me where I was moving to and I told her. Amazingly she had just moved to the area from the same town I was moving to and so I laughingly asked her what church they went to because I would be looking. She said they had been members at Mt. Vernon and that they loved it and missed it greatly. That was not one on my list but I promised to look it up, which I later did, and determined that while it looked fine it was kind of far from my house and didn't really seem to have the "programs" I was used to so I dismissed it and went on. One week went by and I began to visit the churches on my list. The first one was huge and seemed to be active but the people were not friendly and as I sat there alone ( Jason was working) I began to feel very out of place. No one spoke and when the pastor announced that everyone should shake a hand no one even turned around to me. I didn't know a single song they sang and when it was over I found myself praying on the way home that God would lead us to the right church. Week two came and I visited another large church on my list and while it had a more friendly congregation it was very far from my house and I knew that I would never be able to be involved like I wanted to and the largeness of it made me feel lost in the crowd. I began to pray a little more but I still had some more on my list. Week 3 came and went and I visited yet another one. This time Lydia cryed when I left her and begged to go back to "our" church and I spent most of the sermon in tears as I thought about my home church and missed my family, who I never worshipped without. Week four I prayed like I had never prayed and my mom called that week and said that she had a new member in the choir who was from the area I was living in and she went to a really good church in Boone called Mt. Vernon. Her name was Julie and my mom thought she was so sweet and maybe I should check it out. I looked again but was still hesitant to drive up the mountain in my old car alone with two kids and try it so I passed...again. Week 5 Jason was off and went with me and now I was down to the last church on my list and I just knew this would be the one. I had looked at it online and talked to someone in the office and they were very friendly and positve so I was happy. Jason and I sat through the sermon...not bad, we made it through the welcome of guests... pretty good, we were excited when the childrens minister got up to speak and then as he read his letter of resignation and the church body began to weep and people were angry and hurt I realized that my ability to find us a church home was gone. My list had run out and I had drug my children to a different church every week since we moved here and I began to cry and I decided that it was time for me to listen and let God lead.
My dad called that week and he had just gotten out of an ushers meeting. The new intern at church had led the meeting and talked about his home church, afterward my dad said he asked him what church that was and the intern said Mt. Vernon in Boone. I began to wonder was God answering my prayer and I just wasn't listening? Two days later my mom called and said she had been asking the music minister to pray for us because we couldn't find a church and he asked if we had tried Mt. Vernon. He had heard great things about it but didn't know if we lived near enough to try it out. O.k. God, I hear you now, I think I will try it out. So the next Sunday I packed up the girls, took Jason's more reliable car and the GPS and headed up the mountain to Mt. Vernon. From the minute I walked in the door I felt like I belonged there. The people were welcoming and friendly, the church was very spirit-filled, the girls came out with a smile on their faces and I knew that God had led us to that place. God answers our prayer so much better when we stay out of it.
Since that first week I have experienced a new awakening in my personal walk with God. I was able to attend the revival, which was an awesome experience, and I have joined a Sunday Schoool class and begun the process of making new friends in Christ. The first week Jason went with me he was nervous. Jason is very quiet and he has never gone to any church other than the one he grew up in, but God worked it out. I prayed before we went that Jason would feel as at home there as I did and that he would feel God leading us there also. Within five minutes of arriving, he saw a guy named Patrick from our home church that he grew up with. We didn't even know he attended that church but he has been a member for several years. He was able to talk to Jason and introduce us to the Sunday School class we now attend. I have also seen other people that I know there and just last weekend we were at the fall festival and saw yet another couple from Center Grove whose parents go to Mt. Vernon. We enjoyed talking to them and getting to meet their family. God has truly blessed us and would have been willing to bless us sooner. I could have saved myself a lot of trouble had I just been patient, diligent and QUIET! Prayer is answered and God does speak we just have to ask diligently, be patient and then hush and let Him be God!
"Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for Him to act." Psalm 37:7a
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The moment I have waited for for a couple of months now has finally arrived. God, in His perfect timing, has sent a buyer and my house is now "under contract". I was begining to think this day would not come, although in this housing market and economy it came relatively quickly compared to most, and I feel blessed.
Lessons Learned:
PATIENCE- I have never been known for patience, although I pray for it daily, but God has shown me that if I would take a breath and patiently wait for Him to work or lead, I would be much better off. What has seemed an eternity to me, has actually been amazingly fast by most people's standards and by real estate standard's it truly is a miracle to be under contract this fast.
In all things- PRAY!- I have worried through every step of the process- would my house sell? would Emma get to move before school? Would my house pass an inspection? Would we find a house we like? Would we be able to live in a nice area?...on and on and on. After much worry and stress I finally began to pray through it and turn it over to God. - God, please send a buyer soon. God, please let Emma get settled before school. God, please lead us to a nice area and let us find a house we can afford. God, guide the inspector and help him only see the good things in about our house (haha...although I did pray that) and as usual I learned that God's ways are not ours and if we just trust Him it will all work out for good!
FOLLOW- I like to lead and be in control of things in my life and it is hard for me to step back and admit that I have no idea what to do and just let myself follow, but I have discovered throughout this process that if I just follow and let God lead, the path is so much easier!
I have learned so many more things that I can't even put in here, but things seem to be working out for the best. We have a buyer that appears to have things together so we believe it is going to close on time. We have found a home, in a very nice area, that was on the market when we first started looking up there and we thought it would be sold by now, but they were waiting on a house in Florida to be finished and so here we are with it under contract. Emma is going to get to go to a nice school I believe and we will be able to get settled before school starts so she will hopefully get to know some kids before she goes. God has blessed us so far throughout this time and I hope He continues to bless us as we seek to follow Him down this new path in our life.
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost- Amen!"
Lessons Learned:
PATIENCE- I have never been known for patience, although I pray for it daily, but God has shown me that if I would take a breath and patiently wait for Him to work or lead, I would be much better off. What has seemed an eternity to me, has actually been amazingly fast by most people's standards and by real estate standard's it truly is a miracle to be under contract this fast.
In all things- PRAY!- I have worried through every step of the process- would my house sell? would Emma get to move before school? Would my house pass an inspection? Would we find a house we like? Would we be able to live in a nice area?...on and on and on. After much worry and stress I finally began to pray through it and turn it over to God. - God, please send a buyer soon. God, please let Emma get settled before school. God, please lead us to a nice area and let us find a house we can afford. God, guide the inspector and help him only see the good things in about our house (haha...although I did pray that) and as usual I learned that God's ways are not ours and if we just trust Him it will all work out for good!
FOLLOW- I like to lead and be in control of things in my life and it is hard for me to step back and admit that I have no idea what to do and just let myself follow, but I have discovered throughout this process that if I just follow and let God lead, the path is so much easier!
I have learned so many more things that I can't even put in here, but things seem to be working out for the best. We have a buyer that appears to have things together so we believe it is going to close on time. We have found a home, in a very nice area, that was on the market when we first started looking up there and we thought it would be sold by now, but they were waiting on a house in Florida to be finished and so here we are with it under contract. Emma is going to get to go to a nice school I believe and we will be able to get settled before school starts so she will hopefully get to know some kids before she goes. God has blessed us so far throughout this time and I hope He continues to bless us as we seek to follow Him down this new path in our life.
"Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Him all creatures here below, Praise Him above the heavenly host, Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost- Amen!"
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My house looks the best it has ever looked, to bad someone else is going to get to enjoy it. All the work we needed to do is finally done. It has been so hard to get it all done quickly on a tight budget with two children who are always needing something just at the moment you open the paint can and dip in the brush or right when you climb all the way up the ladder and find just the right spot to balance everything so it won't fall off the ladder. I think it has been God's way of helping me let go because now that I have painted and nailed and boxed up clutter, and scraped, chipped, repaired, and scrubbed I am done not only with the work, but the house itself. I am kind of ready to see it go. We have great memories here (it is the only house Jason and I have lived in since we have been married) but I am ready to make memories in a house that requires less work and more fun. I have been looking at houses in Caldwell county for months now and I have seen some go that I really liked, so now I am ready to find the one God leads me to. I know that the one for us is out there, and I am excited to find it. Emma is anxious, and worried, and I am ready for her to be able to settle in and know that this is where we are going to stay. I want her to understand that all of her things that she loves will be with her. She asks me everyday if her bed is going and if her dog is going and if her sister is going. She is so confused and it bothers me to see her upset about the unknown. I really want to get up there and get settled so that we can all get acclamated to the area before school and fall activities start. I would love to have a relaxing summer learning the area and getting familiar with everything. I am praying every day and every night that God will help send a buyer to our home. The economy is bad and the housing market is worse and we live in a little old starter home in a corn field in the middle of nowhere. Not exactly ideal circumstances for selling a home, but I am convinced that God has led us to this place and He will not leave us stranded.
"Answer me when I call to you, oh my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer." Psalm 4:1
"Answer me when I call to you, oh my righteous God. Give me relief from my distress; be merciful to me and hear my prayer." Psalm 4:1
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Easter... one of my favorite holidays. I didn't really know it was my favorite holiday until I had children. My favorite time of the year is fall. I love to watch the trees change, I love the crisp air, fall festivals and the beginning of winter. I have always loved fall and winter and Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. The birth of my savior is a great reason to celebrate, but I also enjoy the presents and the cookies and the music... Spring is one of my least favorite seasons. Don't get me wrong I love warm air returning, and flowers blooming are o.k., but I don't like head colds ( which I get every Spring), allergies, bugs, yardwork, and rain, all of which arrive in the Spring. I never look forward to the arrival of Spring, but I have found myself looking forward to Easter this year. Easter celebrates the greatest moment in all of History, Jesus overcoming death and the grave. I like that Easter is simple. Christmas is so busy and I feel as though it is hard to keep my family focused on the true meaning of Christmas in the midst of shopping, cooking, entertaining, shopping, presents, Santa Claus, did I mention shopping? I don't have to shop for weeks and weeks to get everyone I know a present for Easter and I don't have anything to wrap or take back afterwards. I enjoy getting dressed up and letting the girls dress up to look their best to worship Christ. I have gotten so casual in the way I dress for church and sometimes my attitude is a reflection of how I look and feel. I want my girls to know what it is to look nice and give your best for Christ. I love that the activities that we do at Easter are just family time activities, dying Easter eggs at the kitchen table, baking cookies with the girls, going to nana and papaws to eat dinner and play. I love to see my children get excited over a simple basket of candy and a stuffed animal. I love that I don't have to worry if the true meaning of Easter is getting drowned out by the world's view and the hype because Easter is about Jesus. Emma asked me the other day what we celebrated Easter for and I told her because Jesus is alive and we celebrate the fact that He died to save us and that He lives so that we can live also and that was that. I didn't have to keep reminding her to focus on the true meaning, and I didn't have to worry that she was going to miss it in all the chaos. She could see it in the bird's nest full of new life on our porch, she could hear it in the songs about Christ as we drove down the road, she could read it in her Bible before bed. The meaning of Easter was coming through loud and clear, all the world had to offer was the Easter bunny and the Easter bunny is no Santa. The Easter bunny is fun and the Easter eggs taste good and look pretty, but Jesus is what it is all about. A simple holiday that has such a huge meaning in a season which brings new life. HAPPY EASTER!
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ from the dead..." 1 Peter 1:3
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ from the dead..." 1 Peter 1:3
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Kindergarten registration is tomorrow night. I don't know how I feel about it yet. Part of me is so happy to see my little girl growing and learning and experiencing so many new things, but another part of me is afraid to let her go. I worry about the "big" kids and what they will teach her and I worry about how her personality will change once she is around a lot of other children and their ideas about how she should act and dress and talk. I have tried to decide whether home school would help her, but then I worry that by the age she would really need sheltering she will be fighting me to go to school. I wish we could afford private school so she could be in an enviroment that reinforces the morals and values that we are trying to instill in her, but right now that would be difficult and then when Lydia starts it would be impossible and I don't want to send one if I can't afford to send both, so it appears she is off to public school. I tell myself that I went to public elementary school and I turned out just fine, but that was then and this is now. We went for the Kindergarten visit last week. Two hours of touring the school and sitting in a classroom and meeting the teachers. They got to do activities that the Kindergarteners do and the highlight of the day was riding on a real school bus. Emma was so excited. She talked about it all week. She is a book worm and she loves school. Then we arrived. Her first reaction was " it is big" and she took on somewhat of a deer in headlights appearance. She never spoke a word the whole time we were there. She sat on her carpet square and stared at the smartboard while the teacher asked them their ABC's. She has known her ABC's since she was 2, but she sat frozen while the teacher smiled a sympathetic smile and called on someone else. She refused to do the excersize portion of the class, because she refuses to do anything she deems embarrasing, and when it was time for centers she sat on her carpet square and stared at the wall until the teacher took her hand and walked her to the puzzle table. I felt so bad for her. She seemed so small compared to the other children there. She couldn't reach the smartboard- she was to short and she seemed overwhelmed by how many kids were there- about 15. I told her there would probably be more in her class and she said " I hope not". The bus ride was fun though she decided she wanted to be a car rider because there were no seatbelt to keep you safe. ( That is fine because she was going to be a car rider anyway). You might be saying to yourself- why send her? If she is that little she may not be ready, but she is turning 5 in June way before the cut-off and like I said academically she is ready. She knows how to write basic words, count to most of the way to hundred, she is reading sight words and tying her shoes. Her pre-school teacher said she would be to bored to stay in preschool another year. They believe she is ready and that she will come out of her shell once she is there. I don't know if I am ready for her to come out of her shell, but I guess the time has come to let her go... even if it is only a mile down the road. Thank goodness lydia's birthday is after the cut- off so I still have three more years before I have to go through this stress again!
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I was reading a blog several weeks ago and they had posted random things that they had heard said around their house that week. I thought it was so funny when I read it and since then it has made me pay more attention to the little random things that I hear around my house. The things that normally would be funny for a moment and then forgotten. My children are growing up so fast and many days we are rushing to get things done. I am hurrying them up to go go go and I forget to stop and listen to the sweet things they say. All to soon these days will be gone, they are getting older and more independent every day. I don't want to miss these little moments because I am so busy focusing on myself, my house, and what we need to get done. Last week I went to the mall to look for summer clothes and realized that Emma is no longer in the "toddler" sizes. She has moved up to the "big" girl clothes. We were standing next to a little girl that was probably nine years old and looking at the same shirts, it really scared me to think that we were now shopping in the girls section and not in the baby and toddler section. In the Bible James says that we are just a vapor that appears for a little while and then vanishes and I never really felt that until I had kids, time truly does fly and we don't know what tomorrow brings so my prayer is that God will help me to slow down, listen, remember and enjoy every minute of this season He has blessed me with.
Some of the things I heard this week in the Hartman home:
"Mommy, I pushed out 16 babies today." (Wow Emma that is a lot.) "Well mommy you have to take care of what God gives you. Tomorrow He is gonna give me 22 more... First there is Josiah, Mary, Emily and then Slinky and I have to think of the other names for them."
"Tickle my belly button Mommy!... do it again... do it again... do it again... do it again..."
"Be careful, it is a jungle out there... watch out for lions and tigers ( and bears, says Lydia)"
"Love you back.. Da-dee! Love you back... Mo-mee!"
"Me shaken' my booteee."
"Daddy your face rough..." ( Emma used to say it was fuff, but Lydia talks plainer than she did)
"Pillow fight!!!!!" ( daddy's idea)
"Nobody worry about that dog you just sat on!"
"When I get big I want +8 babies just like Kate... but I am going to have to call a babysitter because I am going to be a veterinar..a vetriner... a dog doctor."
"Look mommy I'm climbing daddy mountain..."
"Mommy... Lydia says she is gonna eat me."
"You get to have dinner with a princess tonight..."
Thank you God!
Some of the things I heard this week in the Hartman home:
"Mommy, I pushed out 16 babies today." (Wow Emma that is a lot.) "Well mommy you have to take care of what God gives you. Tomorrow He is gonna give me 22 more... First there is Josiah, Mary, Emily and then Slinky and I have to think of the other names for them."
"Tickle my belly button Mommy!... do it again... do it again... do it again... do it again..."
"Be careful, it is a jungle out there... watch out for lions and tigers ( and bears, says Lydia)"
"Love you back.. Da-dee! Love you back... Mo-mee!"
"Me shaken' my booteee."
"Daddy your face rough..." ( Emma used to say it was fuff, but Lydia talks plainer than she did)
"Pillow fight!!!!!" ( daddy's idea)
"Nobody worry about that dog you just sat on!"
"When I get big I want +8 babies just like Kate... but I am going to have to call a babysitter because I am going to be a veterinar..a vetriner... a dog doctor."
"Look mommy I'm climbing daddy mountain..."
"Mommy... Lydia says she is gonna eat me."
"You get to have dinner with a princess tonight..."
Thank you God!
