Babies, Blankies & Business...as usual!

Fall (and now spring) Soccer!

2011-04-05T20:01:00.001-04:00

Brayden's Soccer picture

Team photo!! What a great bunch of boys!

Getting ready to be goalie for the quarter!

This would be my Gram and Dad on the sidelines.

Needless to say...it was COLD!!

Another team photo =)

Go Fireballs!!

I offered to take the team pictures this fall. I took TONS of action shots each game and also group/individual photos. I had so much fun! We just started the spring session of soccer and I am very much looking forward to it. The blog needed a serious update and I can only use previously uploaded photos at the moment =( Thankfully I had all of the fall season uploaded already!! Until the first week of June, soccer will be the activity every Tuesday and Thursday evening and Saturday mornings. It is fun to watch Brayden learn and grow in his skills. He has a great group of boys on his team--we are so thankful for that! I know that he loves being with the boys after days on end of a house full of girls...poor guy! He counts down the minutes until his Dad pulls in the driveway. So here's to a great Spring season!!

GO FIREBALLS!!

Grampa Whitney's Poem

2011-01-24T08:36:00.001-05:00

I was asked to compose a poem to be read at Grampa's funeral service. The hardest two pages I've ever read in my life. But I've never been more honored and humbled in my life. What a blessing to give tribute, as one of the speakers noted, to a mountain of a man.

~~~~~~~~~

Reverend Andrew Jackson Whitney.

Grampa. A great man indeed.

Great only because he knew his greatest need

Was to bow the knee, make the LORD King

Not just in some areas—but over everything.

So how do you sum up the qualities of a man

Who lived a full and blessed life through following His Plan?

The blessing is that there’s no secret side to reveal

No matter how you knew him, Grampa was always real.

The Fruits of the Spirit were ever apparent

Grampa died to self and became transparent

So that the love of Jesus could shine and work through

His earthly body for there was God’s work to do!

A servant’s heart; a man of strong conviction,

He was a breath of fresh air

In a world of contradiction.

His undying love for Gramma was so beautiful to behold

At times he would say that he didn’t feel whole

But Grampa kept his eyes looking to Heaven above

Drawing strength from Jesus and His perfect Love.

Grampa loved to play jokes; was quite the funny guy

There was often a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Retelling stories, often in jest

Poking fun and making sure the point wouldn’t rest.

Grampa’s large, powerful hands would greet you with a squeeze

And happily cradle a child on his knees.

With those hands he would lovingly build a fire

Keeping his granddaughter warm when she tired.

Writing letters, emails, and birthday cards

With reminders of keeping our lamps trimmed and hearts on guard.

Grampa established a family altar of prayer

6:30 Wednesday mornings we all would meet there.

He was so often our steady when life felt unstable

A stalwart reminder that God is always able.

So though we sit and shed tears in this earthly place

In our sorrow there’s a greater joy

For Grampa left us with a great heritage of faith.

So, Grampa, we follow your lead--We know the LORD is soon returning

And, praise Jesus, we’ll keep our lamps burning!

~Mandy Yount
January 22, 2011

Our Wagonload of Love 2010

2010-12-17T13:55:00.002-05:00

I'm a bit behind with the pictures as I've been without my computer for a few months. I have some sporadic access to my photos now that Daryl has it reconnected at his office, so I am taking advantage! Hopefully I'll have my computer back soon, but I'll make do in the mean time =).

This is our fourth year of the Wagonload shot. I took about 50 shots of the kids on the wagon this fall just before the weather went south. Here's a glimpse of what my 'photoshoot' was like with our four! Its a rough age bracket to get all of them looking at once, let alone with a smile. So, I enjoy these shots that capture the fun and some of their personalities as I know all too well that soon this time will be past and I can have all the professional poses that I want from them.

Makes me laugh just looking through them!

Giving thanks

2010-11-25T08:02:00.002-05:00

"In EVERYTHING give thanks...", Paul wrote in the New Testament. From prison. While in chains. With no comforts of home. Or friends. Or family. I think on this quite often when I complain or feel sorry for myself for one reason or another. And four kids are calling my name. And trying to figure out what's for dinner. And attempting to model for my kids what Jesus modeled for us. And begging the Lord to give me that extra dose of grace in the midst of life.

And He does.

I have so very much for which to be thankful. In nurturing an attitude of gratitude in our little ones, I am constantly reminded of all the little blessings, the little whispers of God that fuel a fresh wind and fire through my soul. As the kids spend time each day and night telling us what they're thankful for I often find myself in tears. Their tender hearts don't miss a single thing for which to thank God! They rattle on and on and on. I smile as I think of our Lord listening to their ramblings of thankfulness: beds, blankets, pillows, jammies, grass, birds, trees, all the animals of the 'wheeled', horses, books, leaves, Daddy, Mommy, every family member by name (which I don't have the time to list!), sticks, Jesus dying on the cross, shoes, cheese, Clay (our dog), trumpets, church, clothes, food to eat, fans in their room, playgrounds, grass, cheese...you get the picture. Sometimes they each spend 10 minutes each listing all the things that come to their minds! I always laugh at how grass and cheese gets a few mentions--they really are BIG things in their lives! =)

But it always makes me stop and think of all the things I am blessed with each and every day. And its always the small things that come to mind, the very basics that so often get overlooked! Spending time in Central America has permanently altered my thankfulness for the little things!! Like turning on the faucet. And not only turning on the faucet, but to have clean water pouring out. A shower. Daily. A home with more space than we need (and we don't live in a large home by American standards). Hair that's not infested with lice and bellies not infested with worms. Food at our disposal. I know I could go on and on for paragraphs, but these are the things that I think of every day as I care for our family and home. What a blessing!!

As we travel this Thanksgiving to be with family, I pray that my mindset may be on all the littlest things and how greatly they bless my life. I do know that there are four little things running around my house every day that bless me so richly--even when I feel as though I may pull out my hair and change my name ;) More importantly I pray that Paul's reminder of giving thanks in ALL THINGS resonates throughout every season of my life...not just in November.

Because...

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Because I pray that their bond will only grow stronger as they, too, are growing.

Because I already miss these warm summer days and their little, dirty, bare feet!
Because they truly already are each other's fiercest enemy and fiercest ally.

Because this moment in time is so precious with them.

Because they are so girly...and bring out the girliness in me.

Because I have more pink piles of laundry than anything else.

Because they love their little sister and accessorize her to the max!

Because they know they are princesses with a love for the King.

Because they think their brother can rope the moon.

Because they love bows and bangles and beads and ballerinas.

Because they love frogs and froo-froo and frosting and Fancy Nancy.

Because they love their Daddy.

Because I never expected to have them!

Because I'm so thankful for all the pink in my life because of them.

Because they hold my heart in their sweet little hands.

Because I can't imagine my life without them.

Blog fallen prey to my OCD...maybe?

2010-11-20T17:08:00.000-05:00

So I have an issue with posting regularly and keeping up with everyday life. I think that any one else reading this who happens to also blog at any point in their life is shouting, "Amen!". My problem is, I would love to do a daily post with a picture. Doesn't have to be amazing. Doesn't even have to have alot of my ramblings. But it does have to be just right.

But, for the moment that is not happening.

It's not for lack of wanting to do it. Oh, if only that were the reason! For me, its more of an OCD or perfectionist issue. Better yet, its a birth-order thing. That's what it boils down to. Yeah, that's it. Because I have all kinds of wonderfulness in my mind of what I'd like to do and how to do it....it is just the doing it part that I grossly fail at achieving.

So, now that I've complained and whined and blamed my lack of posts on something that at least sounds legit--I'm getting back to it. I MISS IT!! I read quite a few blogs almost daily--a little check-in to see how friends and family are doing. And I don't want to be the blah blog anymore with no updates! I've got lots of things to write about. Four kids will leave you with LOTS to share. =) And LOTS of humbling, too!

Lookout. I'm back. And I'm excited.

'Twas the Night Before First Grade

2010-08-30T23:42:00.025-04:00

'Twas the night before first grade

and definately no tears.

My boy is too excited

to have any fears!

But Mom's another story

Her heart is so sad.

Sending her boy off for the day

just somehow seems bad!

But just as last year

we'll cover our boy in prayer.

And remind him of the importance

of the Full Armor to wear.

His pencils are sharpened

His clothes clean and pressed

In bed early tonight

For his much-needed rest.

The lunch is all packed

the thermos is chillin

'cause I need to ensure

that his belly gets a fillin'!

Met his new Teacher

Ms. Nava's her name.

Our impression is that

she'll be anything but lame!

She said bring an item

on the first day of school

to tell us something about you

and what makes you cool.

Planes and jets are his thing

So the collage is all packed

showing Brayden's day in Arkansas

with the Flying Razorbacks!

His desk is in front

and she showed us his "locker"

And, lo, what else??

Tomorrow also starts SOCCER!!

Its his first season playing

and we're really pumped.

Tonight we bought shin guards

to prevent any bumps!

Thanks to cousin, Leight

we have cleats looking like sharks.

We're hoping that Brayden runs

so fast that there's sparks!

As you can rightly see

its a BIG day here.

You can be sure that for Mom

there will be a few tears.

Her boy's growing up

He'll be off to a good start.

And he'll never be further

than in Momma's heart.

"We love you, Brayden Boy!"

we'll yell as the bus pulls away.

And they'll be a pack of girls

waiting at the end of the day!

To see their big brother

and hear of new memories made

On his first day of school

in the First Grade!

9 MONTHS?!

2010-07-02T13:12:00.001-04:00

Well, our sweet Ava Grace has now been outside the womb as long as she was inside...kinda, but a pregnancy is truly 40 weeks which amounts to TEN months blah, blah, blah. Sometimes the medical dorky side in me overrides--sorry! ANYWAYS, I'm sad. A good sad, I guess. But still sad nonetheless! She's a blessing. She has the best hair, 6 teeth and counting, jabbers incessantly, "sings" when she's sleepy, knows how to play on our emotions just right to get what she wants, has mastered crawling, has mastered pulling herself up on EVERYTHING in sight in the last three days, LOVES her brother and sisters, melts over her Daddy, and of course, ~~thankfully~~ still thinks her mom is THE BEST!! YES!!! Hey, I only have a few precious months until Daddy rules....so let me bask in the sun here for a few, okay?!

So, I celebrate another "season". I'm learning what it means to live out "...for everything there is a season, a time and purpose under Heaven..." This season of being a mom is often chaotic, mind-numbing, running-on-autopilot, sleepless, etc. But its never dull, never boring, and is exactly where I want to be. In the moment. In the middle of the hustle and bustle and activity and growing and learning and molding. Thank you, Jesus, for Ava Grace. For Brayden. For Savannah. For Sophia. For all the lessons I have learned, for all the things I would have missed had I not been chosen with the amazing, himbling role of being simply their "Momma"!

FREE Organic Mulberry Facial

2010-06-22T10:06:00.000-04:00

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Just after application...glowing and enjoying the fragrance.

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More Piggies

2010-05-26T23:48:00.001-04:00

I am in LOVE with this little girl--especially her pigtails! This is all of her original newborn hair (which never fell out). Ava Grace is watching her brother and sisters play on the merry-go-round at the park...probably feeling a bit left out for the moment ;) And, FYI, while her eyes appear dark, they are actually an amazing blue/green...love them!!

It has been a rough couple of days while she's in her second round of teething. What a complete difference from her siblings! We never knew the others were cutting teeth...other than the ridiculous amount of drool. No fever, no fussing, nothing. Not this child. She's making up for all the others! Fussy, fever, crying, clingy. NO FUN. And it is so opposite of her norm that I, too, am struggling! She's so mild mannered and easy-going. Loves to just hang around with her siblings and Momma and Daddy. Often she just sits and babbles her pretty little head off while we laugh! Thankfully, her top left tooth popped through the gumline yesterday and the other is halfway through today. Almost there!! Poor thing, it does break my heart. I'm so thankful that there's tylenol to help a bit.

I'll do my best to get more photos up of all that's been happening around here. Our kids are growing up way.too.fast. Lots of fun and laughter. Lots of family in to visit. Lots of travelling to visit family. And lots of pictures in attempt to capture a glimpse of this amazing time of life. What a blessing to be the mom of these four little people!

Pigtails preview:

2010-04-28T13:39:00.000-04:00

Have to run off to work outside the home right now. Thought I'd give you a preview of what's to come on my next post:

Easter Celebrations 2010

2010-04-05T22:07:00.001-04:00

This was an especially enjoyable Easter. We spent Saturday morning at the Vicksburg Church for the children's activities. To say the kids were excited would be an understatement! There was a craft, followed by an egg hunt (with real, hard-boiled eggs), a snack, then the Resurrection story told through a carton of eggs. If you've never seen the story told this way, you should. Its GREAT for little/young kids! Each egg has an object that ties into the story from Palm Sunday through Easter morning. Gramma and Aunt Jennifer did a great job organizing an running the morning! The morning was wrapped up by practicing the bells for Sunday morning service. Now that is a hoot! But the kids all do a great job and it sounds great, too! Here's some shots from Saturday:

Miss Phia doing her "princess smile"...don't ask. Its something she's just started doing.

Miss Savannah on a mission to find some eggs:

Brayden after he accidentally crunched an egg with his boot!

Gramma sharing the Resurrection Story through the eggs:

The group practicing bells for Sunday morning:

Now onto Sunday morning. Firstly, some loud "thank yous" to Granny, Pap, Tia, and my nieces for finding/purchasing the kids outfits for this year. They COULD NOT wait to wear them to church! They really looked adorable...as always in my opinion =)

Anyways, Easter Sunday always seems to be exhausting, but worth it! Daryl was up extra early for the sunrise service. He had to play the guitar. That's a whole other story in and of itself that I won't get into! We agreed I would stay home with the kids. Waking four little ones at 5:30am would not be fun for anyone involved...especially those who'd have to be around us for the next few hours. Kudos to all of those who took their little ones. I've done it before and I'll do it again, but not this year. We went to his Dad's church for service. Daryl was playing the trumpet during offertory, Mama was in visiting, and the kiddos were to play the bells and sing. GOOD TIMES!

Daryl did an amazing jod on the trumpet. Seriously, it gave me chills. The girls were so excited to be singing and playing the bells. Brayden wanted none of it...so he sat next to Mama for the duration. On a funny note, the girls were in the front ringing their little hearts out. Savannah was so thrilled that she forgot to watch for her colors and instead rang the living daylights out of her bells for the duration of the song! In the process, she clocked Phia in the side of her head with one of the bells. Phia starts wailing, Savannah is clueless and just keeps ringing the bells like a Salvation Army volunteer at Christmas! The pics below I snapped (thankfully) before the whack.

We managed to get some pictures at the end of church. I'm thankful for that because I'm usually the one behind the camera, so family shots are few and far between! We all ended up at our house for Easter dinner and enjoyed an afternoon with our entire family, Mama Yount, Krystal's mom, Carol, and Krystal's brother Tom, his wife, Jenny, and their four kids. In total we had 29 people--17 of them under 11 years of age. It really was a GREAT time!!

Phia waiting for her color, while Savannah shakes away:

Our four blessings:

Take two:

Take three:

Take four. By this time Brayden was saying, "I'm going to drop her, Mom!":

Sweet Sophia:

Handsome Brayden:

Sweet Savannah:

Our little family:

Blessings to you! He is risen! Yes, He is risen indeed!!

6 months

2010-04-02T23:55:00.000-04:00

Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?

Celebrating 6 months tonight after dinner!

Our family celebrating Ava!

Ava is 6 months today. The time is FLYING. The kids love birthdays in a HUGE way--so we celebrated with a DQ cake! Brayden had his "6" candle from his birthday and plopped it on the cake so we could sing. What a fun little memory. We also gave her a taste of the mashed potatoes at dinnertime. She wasn;t impressed, but her brother and sisters sure thought it was funny! Ava celebrated by popping her first tooth through the gumline today. UGH. I don't want her growing anymore!! We're so thankful for healthy and mostly happy kiddos!

Good Friday?

2010-04-02T19:21:00.000-04:00

Good Friday.

Its an oxymoron.

I think about this every time Easter comes around. Why in the world would someone ever call this day good? A day in which Jesus, the Only Son of God, hung on that tree for hours and eventually died while suffering the sins of the world--my sins. Why do we call any part of that good?

While I know the historical and theological explaination/importance of it, I also know my own personal explaination of why one would call it good.

For the exact same reasons that it was so bad.

It had to happen for me and you to have the privilege of coming to the foot of God's Throne. It had to happen to fulfill prophesy. It had to happen because God loves us that much! That alone leaves my head spinning.

Especially now that I am a parent.

I would do anything for my children. And I would do anything to insure their safety and security. I now know God's heart for His children on a whole new level. Thinking on the fact that He gave His Only Son to atone for the sins of all people leaves me in tears and on my knees in both humbleness and awe. I can understand His heartbreak at the sight of Jesus hanging on that cross--bleeding, dying, beaten beyond recognition, being mocked and spat upon. And I am humbled all over again because I think about the fact that I would not be able to do that with any of my kids. The anger and devastation I would feel would overwhelm me. I know it because I feel it just thinking about it! And yet God knew it had to be done and Jesus chose to allow it to happen...all because of me, and you, and every single person whom has ever lived or will live on Earth. A people who continually turn away, do their own thing, mock God and His infinite wisdom. A people that despite all of this, God wants not even one to suffer an eternity apart from Him.

Good Friday? Yes! Its a humbling reminder that I will never be good or better and definately not best. Merely forgiven because of the blood shed on that Friday.

But he was pierced for our transgressions,

he was crushed for our iniquities;

the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,

and by his wounds we are healed.

Isaiah 53:5 (NIV)

BUMP: March 29th

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Our engagement story is probably still my favorite of all "our" stories. I love that it happened nearby; a place that I drive past at least once a week. I smile every time I see those two intermingled trees at the top of that field. I love that it occured on Good Friday. I love that it was unique and TOTALLY unexpected. I love that it had some funny elements, some unplanned occurances. I love that its uniquely ours alone. Daryl knew me well even then. He knows me even better now. And I still love every detail about that day. And I love him more than I can ever express.

I'm so thankful that some things never change.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Every couple has their story.

Every story is unique and special.

Ours is definately no exception.

March 29th is a very special date for us...it is the date on which:

Daryl drove me along a dirtroad on the back of his motorcycle

...and detoured through a field of soybeans.

He parked the bike

in the middle of a cornfield,

on top of a hill,

at the base of two special trees,

got down on one knee and spoke the words,

"Mandy, will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

To which I responded

"Of course!"...

...and, eight years later, my love for him has grown like those two special trees.

Bigger.

Stronger.

With roots intermingled in God's soil

Creating a firm foundation.

Weathering life's sun and storms

Together.

I can't imagine my life without him. Nor do I want to!

After all, one of my favorite places to be is driving along a dirtroad on the back of his motorcycle...

Happy Birthday, Maddo!!

2010-03-24T23:58:00.000-04:00

HAPPY 2nd BIRTHDAY to our sweet, little niece Madison! She is such a blessing and I miss her dearly.
Maddo's entrance into our lives =) was one of the best memories I've had. This post with pictures sums it up perfectly!

Maddo Maddo, you're the best! Aunt Mandy, Uncle Daryl, Brayden, Savannah, Ava Grace and ESPECIALLY Phia miss you and love you so much!

A couchful!

2010-03-24T13:06:00.002-04:00

Since I rarely capture a photo with all the "Tribe" at once, I thought I would entertain you with the following:

The older ones...10 kids in 4 years. Hmmmm, is that a record?

Same shot, another angle. You can see some of the personalities coming out in this one =)

And now for The Couchful.

A true Couchful...all 13 of them...6 years and younger. Now, I'm thinking that that MUST be a record of some type!

And before you ask, let me answer for you:

1. NO, we wouldn't have it any other way.

2. Christmas at Gramma & Grampa's is no different than any other time we all get together--fun, a bit crazy, full of laughs, some tears, LOTS of love, and, yes, a wee bit crazy!

3. My kids think that every one of their friends is their cousin because every one of their cousins is their friend. That makes for alot of interesting conversations around here =)

4. NO, we absolutely DID NOT plan to all be pregnant at the same time, almost every time. It was never even discussed. Thank you.

5. NO, there is nothing "in the water" around here. But if you'd like to try, you're more than welcome. I pray you're blessed as much as we are/have been.

6. YES, they are all ours.

7. NO, we're not crazy and we don't need any sympathy.

8. YES, we've actually joked about having a family-only sports team...a few years down the road. And I would like to think that we'd be pretty good =)

9. YES, Gramma & Grampa think that they are all the best things to ever happen. And each of them knows it both individually and collectively!

10. And thank you to every person in the grocery store, at the mall, at the park, in the restaurant, etc. who has poured out the blessings upon us every. time. we. are. out. in. public. by saying, "Wow, God bless you." The LORD has actually blessed us greatly and we try not to take that for granted!

Now I leave you with one question: Why does everyone always ask about Christmas??

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"Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from Him."

Psalm 127:3 (NLT)

Be still my heart

2010-03-03T01:06:00.000-05:00

One of my all-time favorite shots of Phia. Every time this photo pops up on Daryl's iphone, I melt. These years are going by so very quickly! I pray every day--even in the midst of chaos--that I treasure each moment, each giggle, each kiss, each grubby little hand, each tear, each picture-just-for-Momma because all too soon it will be gone and they'll be grown.

Daryl and I enjoyed a few laughs today reminiscing on the difference a few years makes. Nine years ago March 3rd, after a fun-filled day at the Whitaker Science Center in Harrisburg, Daryl asked me if I would like to date him. I replied, "Sure. I'm game." I knew that night that I would marry him. Sounds crazy, I know. But true. Even after our one-and-only fight when all seemed to be lost, I still knew in my heart that he was it. I knew that God had put us together from the very beginning back in 1997. And I've never been more thankful for anything in my life.

I may sit one day and write "Our Story" if for no other reason than I'm a romantic, I love reliving our dating days, and its a great story...and I'm certainly not biased or anything.

I think the biggest reason to write it is its a personal testament to the hand of God at work in my life.

Every time I think of Daryl, I thank God. Our realtionship is a personal reminder of the blessings that come from seeking and following His will for my life. Its a blessing that I do not take for granted.

So here we are nine years, eight in business, seven (and a half) married, six kinds of crazy, five+ acres of our heaven-on-earth, four kids, three moves, two people still crazy in love, and one dog later and I don't want to take a moment of it for granted.

After all, Daryl's famous line to ask me to date was "if we left college and never gave us a chance, he felt he'd miss out on a golden opportunity"--I couldn't agree more. There is so much I would have missed. I'm simply grateful that "missing out" wasn't a part of the plan!

Guess who?

2010-02-25T08:36:00.000-05:00

A very unhappy baby photo of Princess Laia.

HiBEARnation, anyone?

2010-02-10T13:41:00.000-05:00

With the Blizzard of '10 happening as we speak, I vote to cuddle up with this sweet cub until Spring appears in all its splendor:

ANY TAKERS?

Its all about PERSPECTIVE

2010-01-28T00:41:00.005-05:00

As any parent knows, no two are alike. Mommas and Daddys, that is. Mommas and Daddys differ in how they interact with their kids, talk with their kids, play with their kids, and (as most Mommas will admit) dress their kids. I haven't met a Momma yet who doesn't have a great and funny story of the one time she forgot to lay out clothes for the kiddos and Daddy had to get the job done. I'm not bashing here. Some of my best memories entail the times when Daddy has been in charge and rolling solo.

Afterall, Daddy's always in charge around here.

Its just that he usually has a pretty good co-pilot along for the ride.

Anyways, as the saying so aptly says, it all works out in the wash. My husband does an amazing job with our kids. As I've said MANY times, he is the biggest and best blessing of my life and to that of our kids! He's totally a hands-on type of Daddy. And for that I am more than thankful. But as I said on the onset, we're different. That's a good thing. An even better thing is knowing our varying strengths and weaknesses so we can help each other out.

Which we do.

Everyday.

I'm here to say my strength and Daddy's weakness is hair and clothing options.

Just keeping it real, okay?

But I'll let the pictures do the talking...

This is how Ava looks when Momma's at work:

This is how Ava looks when Momma's at home:

Momma at work.

Momma home.

Totally understandable once you see who's in charge when Momma's at work.

Cute as a button--and has the best Daddy--no matter how you look at it.

SERIOUS. Baby. Blues.

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Smile

2010-01-19T00:57:00.000-05:00

Because it's the wee morning hours of Tuesday. And because I can't sleep. And because I have yet to post all of our holiday pictures. And because I know that you need a smile today:

See. I told you.

January 13

2010-01-13T02:25:00.005-05:00

I have been dreading today since before Christmas.

Today is an anniversary.

And being perfectly honest, it is not one that I enjoy or look forward to celebrating. Try as I may to forget about it or ignore it, I still find myself crying twenty four years later. I still get angry. I still have moments where I ask God why, what if, how about, and everything in between. I still have moments of such immense sadness. Sadness so strong and dark, that I wonder if it will ever truly go away.

I recall that day twenty-four years ago in a snap. Funny thing is, I can remember our school secretary paging me overhead to go to my grandma's house after school and every detail following. But I can't remember anything else previous to that on that particular day.

That's when life as I knew it ended.

And my new life began.

When people go through a traumatic event in their life, one that alters or robs their way of living life--be it fighting cancer, death of a loved one, miscarriage, divorce, etc.,--I have learned that there comes about a new normal. Life never returns to what it was. No matter how much one wishes that it may. You are a different person whether you realize it at the time or not. But eventually you will.

As often as I try to not dwell on the what-ifs, to appreciate all the blessings that have come from the devastation, to be thankful for all the lessons learned, I can't escape the indescribable pain every year on January 13th.

Even sadder still is knowing that I'm not alone in this.

That morning in 1986 when my dad's Volkswagon Rabbit hit black ice and crossed the highway into opposing traffic changed the lives of so many that I can't even begin to describe it. Not just "A" family, but many families--more honestly, an entire community was affected. It was truly devastating in every sense of the word.

There was just So. Much. Loss. To say anything differently would be ignoring the elephant in the room. And while my dad is still alive and a very central person in my life and that of our kids, its all new. Well, twenty-four years new. And its that newness that I grieve. The loss of all things familiar and home to a seven-year-old, self-proclaimed Daddy's girl that I grieve.

I sit and think of all those affected and how sorry I am for their loss. I think of how I thought about it then and how I think about it now. How much my perspective has changed now that I'm a wife and a mom and an adult.

So to Mom, Shelli, Gram Jean, Aunt Jan, and Uncle Tim: I'm so very sorry for the immense loss you experienced that day. I truly can't wrap my mind around it and fall apart every time I go there in your shoes.

To Weebs, Ang, Andy, and Timbo: I'm so sorry for the immense loss you have experienced because of that day. The loss in not knowing my Dad as he was, the loss of family to varying degrees, the loss of a stable and/or normal childhood. I fall apart every time I go there in your shoes.

To Hannah, Elle, Leighton, Maddie, Brayden, Savannah, Sophia, and Ava Grace: Again, I'm so sorry for the immense loss you have experienced because of that day. You don't even know the beginning of what you missed out on...and that grieves my heart like I cannot even explain.

But I don't want you thinking that I only dwell on the loss. As immense and intense as it was, and still is, for me, there is also so much for which I can rejoice.

As David so aptly wrote, "Though the sorrow may last for the night, the joy comes in the morning."

I have had twenty-four years to think on this. And anyone who knows me, knows that I am a thinker. I love to analyze every angle, ponder the meanings be they at the surface or much deeper, thoroughly work through each choice. I like to think about issues through the eyes and emotions of others and how they deal or would deal or have dealt with it. I like to compare it to how I handled or would handle it or how I can learn from them the next time something similar arises.

Got it? I like to think...about thinking.

I digress.

I have come to one conclusion. I would not change one thing about January 13, 1986.

Not. One. Thing.

Despite the immense and intense feelings of pain, fear, abandonment, loss, grief, anger, etc., I have learned so much more about love, forgiveness, strength, growth, and peace. But most importantly I have learned about God, about His ways. His plans despite my feeling lost, His never-failing love in the midst of my despair, His abounding grace in the midst of my sins, His stillness in the midst of my storm, His strength being made perfect in my weakness, His peace in the midst of my battle, His face lighting the way through my dark tunnel, His arms carrying me when I can't take another step, and ultimately His only Son hanging on the cross meant for me.

I truly mean this. There have been so many times when I have broken down and cried out, "WHY?!?!?! Why God?!" And immediately the Holy Spirit answers with images and thoughts of how my life is here at this moment because of that day. How much I would have missed out on. People I may never have known. Empathy I never would have had. Gratitude I may never have learned. Simple moments I may have taken for granted. Considering paths in other people's shoes instead of only my own. I have reached a point where I can simultaneously cry tears of grief and joy. While I weep over the loss of something, I rejoice for the renewal of another. It is because of that day that I can so clearly see the hand of God working in my life...from 1986 until today in 2010.

And that is something I CAN celebrate.

And we know that all things work together for

good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purposes.

Romans 8:28

Midwinternight's Dream

2010-01-12T13:01:00.003-05:00

As I sit inside our home looking out over the snow and ice encased ground, I long for this:

Now don't get me wrong here. Some of the most amazing sunrises, sunsets, and star-gazing occurs (in my opinion) in the winter. God's creation still speaks to me in amazing ways despite the snow and bitter, bone-chilling cold.

But my admiration usually occurs from the INSIDE looking out.

So there's something about this that makes my soul ache:

Running through the grass in our bare feet. Definately NOT something we can do right now. Unless getting frostbite is your goal. Then by all means, knock yourself out.

I won't stand in your way.

And then I come across photos like these and that dull ache becomes a loud roar:

Hanging out on our fence. These photos capture the fun and joy and warmth of summer in a nutshell for me. I want to be out by that fence in my bare feet. Checking on the grapes and veggies in my bare feet. Chasing the kids in my bare feet. Playing with our dog in my bare feet. Hanging clothes out on the line--you guessed it--in my bare feet!

But since that is not an option for quite a FEW more months, I will sit here with socks and slippers and other multiple layers...longing to be in my bare feet.

And, yes, I just may in the mean time digress to this:

SPRING, if you can hear me, COME QUICKLY!!

Please?!

3 months

2010-01-02T23:35:00.000-05:00

Can NOT believe this sweet, little girl is 3 months old.

Ava Grace, I can NOT imagine our lives without you!

Belated Birthday!

2009-12-23T10:21:00.002-05:00

It is no secret that our kids LOVE birthdays. L-O-V-E them!! Any time that I mention it is someone's birthday, they go crazy with wanting to sing, get the birthday person a cake & candles, wondering if we have a present to give, and, most importantly, if they themselves will have a chance to help blow out candles.

If you've ever had the privilege of celebrating a birthday with my family you would/could easily understand my kids excitement. We have birthday cake when we aren't celebrating anyone's birthday! "Every day is someone's birthday" my uncle will say. Then we sing to everyone in the room and each one has a turn to blow out the candles--no matter who's birthday it is. After all, what's a birthday without everyone in the room getting to blow out the candles?? I digress.

Today we're going to celebrate Pap's birthday with him. Yesterday the kiddos sang their hearts out over the phone, asked if there was cake & candles, wondered if we'd get to blow out candles, etc. They had Pap in stitches with laughter asking all of their crazy questions.

Then they had me seven kinds of crazy asking when were we going to Pap's, when were we going to blow out candles, when were we going to give him presents...you get the idea.

So today is the day...albeit one day late.

Today I celebrate the gifts of forgiveness, grace, and love that have so fully been felt and shared in our relationship. Today I celebrate the smiles and laughter that resonate around the house when we're together. Today I celebrate all the roadtrips, the sacrifices, the small and the big surprises that bring us so much joy. Today I celebrate family with all its quirks, "steps", and qulaities that make it uniquely ours.

Again I am reminded of the gift that Pap is to our lives.

Today I have so much to celebrate.

The Evolution of a (Wannabe) Thumbsucker

2009-12-22T15:53:00.006-05:00

Okay. Sophia and Savannah, LISTEN UP! I'm irritated and need to calm myself. You know, as well as I, that the only way that is accomplished is by sucking my thumb--which is forbidden by Daddy (thanks to you two ruining it for me). I need you to do your best to distract Mommy while I work on this, okay?!

HUMPF. Good thob, guys. I'm thwying here. Keep smiling, keep smiling!

OH NO. (gasp) Mommy might be on to the plan!

Let me just give her the cutest look and try a "senior picture pose" with my head cocked to the side and my hand on my cheek. She won't even see my thumb slipped into my mouth...

SOPHIA: Ava Grace, let me give you some pointers...

AVA: I'm wheely thwyin' here, Phia! Don't dwaw athetion to me! Savannah--keep smiwing, girl! Gweat job! Now if I can just get these few fingers out of the way...

Nice, nice. Great work, sisters!! Mommy'll never even notice with the two of you cheesin' so hard! All it takes is a little teamwork.

Especially from two who understand.

Now if we can work on a pact and plan to distract Daddy....

Heard just now

2009-12-17T14:14:00.000-05:00

SOPHIA (yelling): MOM?!
ME: Yes?

SOPHIA (yelling, standing right in front of me):
I LOVE YOU! AND YOU'RE THE BEST AND HANDSOME!

ME: I love you, Phia.

SOPHIA (no longer yelling, looking @ a photo of Daryl): Daddy's the best and handsome. I want him home now.

And, Mom? You're full of sweet (now hugging me tightly around my neck, my heart melting). I give you a butterfly (as in butterfly kiss--now brushing her eyelashes against my cheek, my heart melting all over again).

Mom?

ME: Yes?

PHIA: You drive me crazeeeeee. (huge smile)

How could I not love this kid?!

Poster-man

2009-12-16T12:28:00.001-05:00

My husband could easily be the next poster-man for Alopecia. Besides the fact that he's extremely handsome, he has handled this disease with relative ease. It has not always been easy for him, but he takes it all in stride. He has stated many times that he is thankful that he has this condition and not me, as it would be much more difficult for a girl/woman to deal with than a man. We're both also much more thankful that he merely has no hair instead of fighting some other awful disease.

Alopecia, as far as we know and have researched, has no affect on vital organs or senses. His body's immune system views hair follicles and nails as a foreign invader and attacks them causing weakness in the hair shaft and nail bed/cuticle. And if the hair does grow (which has happened from time to time in patches) it falls out within a few days. Daryl's nails are weak, full of pits, and split/break very easily, often deep down into his nailbed.

We attended a church play in a nearby town on Monday night. After it was over we were visiting with quite a few of the members and others we know. Suddenly we heard a voice from behind us say, "Excuse me, but do have alopecia?" Being that almost no one ever knows about alopecia, I was surprised. People usually assume Daryl is ill with cancer/undergoing some type of chemo or radiation treatment. Nonetheless, there stood two beautiful young ladies, one with gorgeous, thick red hair that I had earlier admired as she took her seat for the play. She proceeded to tell us that she, too, has alopecia and has had it since she was two. She shared how she has learned to use makeup to disguise her lack of eyebrows/eyelashes and she has a few wigs from Locks of Love. She and Daryl had a lengthly conversation comparing notes, symptoms, family history, etc. At one point she removed her hairpiece to reveal her beautifully bald head.

Daryl and I have prayed that this disease would not affect our children, particularly our girls. I cannot even imagine what it would be like for this young lady growing up with no hair, no eyelashes, no eyebrows, etc. and trying to explain to people, especially ones her own age, what was going on. Kids can be so cruel. My heart and admiration go out to her parents. I know what its been like for Daryl and me! And we've only been walking this road for seven years. And while I've previously stated that its been relatively easy for Daryl, there have been many times he has said he wished his hair would grow back. If for no other reason than the practical--hair shields your head from the sun, eyebrows and eyelashes help also to shield the sun and keep things like sweat and dirt out of your eyes. Never thought about it, did you? Neither had I until he no longer had them and I was washing his eyes out with saline to remove sand, paint, dirt, etc. from the jobsite. And there has been/still are many times when he returns home with bloodshot eyes from his own sweat burning them while he worked.

All that said, it was nice to talk with someone else who understands. It was also a joy to meet someone so outgoing and friendly considering she's seen and heard her fair share of stares, ridicule, and rudeness. It was good for my "Momma's heart" that if alopecia strikes one of our girls, particularly, there is help and hope. There's still so much that is unknown about alopecia, but now I have more areas and sites in which to research thanks to this one beautiful young lady seeking out a fellow alopecian in my husband...and a real handsome one at that =)

Heavenly Peace

2009-12-10T06:30:00.001-05:00

Peace. Serenity. Calm. Joy.

None of these words describe me at the moment.

But they perfectly describe these precious photos of Ava Grace.

Not sure what your day holds. Mine is crazy. And it hasn't quite started.

Yet, I am told in the book of Colossians to do everything as unto the LORD, not men. Kinda changes my perspective and how I'll go about accomplishing all that is before me.

So my prayer as I go about this hectic, jam-packed day is that I may exude, feel, share, and know Heavenly Peace today. Like Ava so aptly depicts above.

And if you're in the same boat as I am today, know that I am praying the same for you.

A shot (or three) in the leg

2009-12-09T15:13:00.001-05:00

Ava Grace survived her first shots today thanks to her brother & sisters. Simply stating the three older ones were worried/upset about her having to get shots is a HUGE understatement.

When the time came, Brayden covered his eyes, Sophia gave her a pep talk and apologized profusely for what was about to happen, Savannah smothered her with kisses, and I helped hold her still. Midway through the awful shot process, Sophia started to cry with and for Ava, Brayden was nearly in tears asking if it was over yet and Savannah was doing her best to get to Ava and rescue her, and I was the awful one still holding her still. But now with tears welling up in my eyes.

The whole scene melted my heart.

And made me actually cry for the first time over my child getting shots!

Needless to say, there was ALOT of post-shot lovin' on Ava from the 3 best siblings in the world and their Momma! Had I known how emotional this would be on all of us, I think I may have opted for Daryl to leave the jobsite and take her!!

You know, I need moments like that to remind me (1) how short life is (wasn't it just yesterday that I had Brayden in for his first well-baby checkup?!), (2) just how much we all need to surround others with love and support, and (3) to pray that my kids continue to love and support one another like this in the years ahead.

Here's to hoping you feel the love today, too--without the need for shots, of course.

Sleeeeeeeeeep.

2009-12-09T10:57:00.003-05:00

This has to be one of my favorite things about being a mom. I L.O.V.E. watching my kids sleep. I love to stare at their sweet features and details that makes them unique. I love the sound of their soft breathing. I love their little lips, their little hands, the peaceful look on their faces as they dream. If I were being brutally honest I'd also tell you I love knowing that they're no longer tearing up the house, plopping food all over the kitchen floor, exploring the bathroom, changing their perfectly clean outfit for the fourth time, or bickering with one of their siblings over the must mundane thing. But since this isn't about being brutally honest, I won't tell you that.

I have pictures of all my kiddos sleeping. And each of my kids has different ways of sleeping that I love to capture as well. I have photos of their feet hanging out of the crib, their fingers entangled in hair, them hugging their favorite animals or blankies, little ones sleeping under the table, at the table, on the table, inside the front door, on the steps, in a chair, on a footstool. They can drop just about anywhere at any time.

Unless its naptime. Then everything about that last statement is null and void.

Did I mention that I would love to be able to sleep like that?! Leave me alone for about 5 minutes and it just may happen. No telling where you'd find me. In the laundry room, on the ~~probably not yet scrubbed~~ kitchen floor, across the clothes baskets, atop the toy bin, beside the baby swing, at Daryl's desk, or most preferably in front of the fireplace. Oh, to dream!

But most likely you'd find me just like this:

On my feet. Yep, I could totally sleep standing up at this point in the game. And I, too, would likely have one foot in the diaper bag.

Hoping for zzzz's under my tree,

mandy.

Quest for the perfect shot

2009-12-08T23:27:00.000-05:00

Here's a preview of our "Christmas Card 2009 Photo Shoot" this year. Took the photos tonight with the help of sweet Aminda. These are some out-takes in my quest for the ~~not-so~~ perfect photo. You know, the one in which everyone is smiling and looking in the same general direction.

Hey, I'll take just smiling at this point.

Well, I like to show the reality of what goes on behind the scenes. Just making sure that I keep it real here, folks!

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Phia giving her "Pound Dog" face. For the rest of civilization it is known as a mean face.

This is Brayden's classic face--actually one of my favorites! Between him and Savannah, I'm certain this photo will make some crazy blog about jacked up family photos. And, yes, I am fairly certain that this would be the face each of them would make if there was indeed someone standing over my shoulder with a knife...

Phia's contemplating the meaning of all this and whether or not its worth her time...

These next three aren't "out-takes" per say. They were just some nice ones I wanted to share. I absolutely L.O.V.E. the two with the girls holding Ava Grace. I think that those will make their way into a frame on my wall.

Leaving you with a gem.

Again, don't say I never gave you anything.

Singing "Willie" Nilly

2009-12-07T18:34:00.003-05:00

You see this sweet face?

This is the face of a girl who LOVES to sing.

And unintentionally impersonate someone she doesn't even know...

Yep, WILLIE NELSON!

That being said, Phia currently sits at my feet with a Thomas book that comes with a microphone with which you can sing along. Thought you'd enjoy reading her lyrics to the songs playing--no matter what music was accompanying her. Oh, and I am typing them verbatem as she sings VERY SINCERELY at the top of her lungs...just so you don't think I am tootin' my or Daryl's horn (although I have no problem doing that if you're interested in listening):

My dad is so handsome!

My mom and dad are so pretty!

My dad and my mom are handsome and pretty!

And my dad is at work!

My dad is so handsome!

My dad is safe from the shop!

I'm so pretty and my dad is handsome!

Twinkle, twinkle little star up above the wheeled so high!

My mom and dad is handsome!

He is a handsome dude!

My mom is beautiful pretty!

My dad is a handsome dude!

I like that sound!

Up above the wheeled!

My mom is beautiful and pretty!

God loves you!

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Thankfully she sounds (and looks) MUCH better than Willie.

Sorry, Willie. Just being honest.

O (Gingerbread) Christmas Tree!

2009-12-06T22:42:00.003-05:00

Our AP bought a gingerbread kit for the kids nearly two years ago. She bought it with the hopes of doing an activity with the kids but, as is the usual, we got busy doing all kinds of other things fun and crazy! So she sent the kit home with us to do together some evening. Being the ~~lazy~~ busy mom that I am, we just got around to doing it this past week! The kids chose the decorating option on the box. Not a big deal, I thought. I've done birthday cakes and gingerbread houses more complex that this! And to my utter delight, it really wasn't difficult! I think the kiddos could have rolled solo (tres??) on this one with me just overseeing the ~~mess~~ creativity. The only thing I had to do was play Icing Police to prevent sugar highs ~~and save my sanity~~.

And since I'm all about being honest here, I probably would have let the kit stay in the pantry for another year if Brayden wouldn't have got it out, opened it up, and prepared all the items inside PRIOR to asking me if we could build and decorate it. Its not like he has been asking to build it for the nearly two years that it has been in the pantry. We had a GREAT time doing this together! Now I wish that I hadn't postponed it for the last two years!!

*And sorry for the weird photo layout. I'm trying out the new Layout Program, so bear with me as I learn it and use it to ~~my advantage~~ your viewing pleasure!

Waiting for the fun to begin:

Decorating with gusto!

Placing all the "bulbs"

Our motley crew so proud of their tree!! This photo really captures their personalities...LOVE IT!!

A comparison of what the kiddos did and what they wanted it to look like. Not bad!! And, yes, ours is sans star thanks to the youngest decorator giving into the temptation and eating it =)

2 months!

2009-12-02T16:18:00.008-05:00

Sweet Ava Grace is two months old...and I don't like it one bit! Don't get me wrong, I love her personality coming through, that we have a schedule now, her smiley disposition, the cooing along with it, etc. Its her growing up so quickly that I do not like.

She's our last baby and I think that that makes it all the more difficult.

The one thing she is not lacking is in being ~~smothered daily~~ loved and doted upon. Her brother and sisters would literally hold/touch/kiss her every moment of the day if Daryl and I didn't intervene.

If anything, the poor child will have no concept of personal space! But if that's all she can complain about then all is well =)

I weighed Ava this morning and she is just shy of 12 pounds. I'm soaking her up as much as I can and still feel as though its rushing by us faster than we can take it in. That applies to all our kids right now, though!!

Does anyone know where I can find a PAUSE button on life??

(Sophia's) Tree Skirt....literally

2009-12-01T20:30:00.002-05:00

Yes, this truly is our tree skirt. And, yes, she really did come down the steps wearing it! Love this kid!!

Caught on film

2009-12-01T16:27:00.004-05:00

The sweetest, dimply grins and cooing from Ava Grace while "talking" with her big brother:

She's been smiling/cooing for three weeks now. But its hard to capture it on film especially with the second delay on a digital camera. Ava's first smile was on her fifth week birthday and by six weeks, she was on a roll!! And, yes, she sneezes quite often as well! She is really starting to notice her older sisters and brother now--they are quite entertaining to her =)

Celebrating Savannah's 4th Birthday!

2009-11-24T13:07:00.003-05:00

I will never get used to our kids growing up.

Seems as though I held each one of them in my arms just a few days ago--and now look at 'em!

November 2, 2009.

Our Savannah is 4?! UNREAL. She, of course, wanted a Princess birthday complete with castle cake and the works. Well, with a fresh newborn at home, I did my best.

And I failed.

Miserably.

Ever visited the site Cakewrecks? Yeah, I totally would make their next entry with this:

What, you don't remember Cinderella's chateau in a state of disrepair following her father's death?!?!

Well now you've seen it.

Don't say I never gave you anything.

Thankfully we live about 7 minutes from Dairy Queen and Savannah--while upset about the Chateau of Disrepair--was happy to pick out her own candles (which, SURPRISE, were also the most expensive) for her DQ ice cream cake. Another drama diverted =)

As the saying goes, "Sugar and spice and everything nice..." well that perfectly sums up our Savannah. Sugar and spice...with a couple extra doses of spice! You can see it in her eyes!

She is one-of-a-kind and I wouldn't replace her for ANYTHING. She's a lover and a fighter. She can hold her own in any crowd. She's FULL of drama...TO THE MAXIMUM. She's intelligent and a quick learner. We are often amazed at how quickly she learns Bible verses and prayers. She's a singer! And a dancer. A perfect end to an evening is a "dance" with "her Prince" (a.k.a. Daddy) in our kitchen. While Daryl has never been--nor ever wants to be--a dancer, he twirls her around and hugs her close with gusto...hey, that'd be a perfect end to any of my days, too! She absolutely adores her big brother, mothers her younger sisters, and loves on the dog so much that he guards her everywhere she goes in our yard and field! I've loved watching her and Phia's relationship blossom with Brayden being gone at school. They are each other's best friend and fiercest enemy throughout the day =) Despite appearances, she still has a ferocious appetite and sees to it that everyone around her gets fed too. She loves all things fancy and girly. She's into Fancy Nancy and ponies. She often excitedly refers to herself as "God's Little Princess". She loves dirt. She loves flowers. She loves carrots--anyway that she can get them! She can't sleep until we've all prayed together. She still sings herself to sleep. She loves her new glasses. She adores her family. She loves and thrives from one-on-one attention. She gives generously--never hesitates to share with anyone. She talks excessively. She's independent, yet vulnerable. She's sensitive to the max. She's stubborn to the hilt. She loves wholly. She cries easily. She laughs heartily.
She's our Savannah. And for that I am eternally grateful.

Sunrise Secrets

2009-11-24T12:11:00.003-05:00

SAVANNAH: Hey, Phia, know what?
(Now whispering) I got a secret!

SOPHIA: (Excited, then whispering) WOW, Sis! Can I have one??

If you're happy and you know it...

2009-11-23T09:18:00.004-05:00

...say AMEN!! That's exactly what Brayden, Savannah, and especially Sophia did on Sunday evening with Logan, Landon, and Whitney at Dad's church. It was an evening service full of special music and giving thanks. I had only enough disk space to get one part of the kiddos--it was GREAT. I can only imagine what hearing these little voices does to the Lord's heart! I imagine all of Heaven pausing to listen as they joyfully sing =) This was big thing for Brayden as he DOES NOT like to get up in front of crowds. He changed his mind, however, on Sunday afternoon and let me know that he wanted to sing with the group. What a blessing! Even better was what followed: Savannah ran back up to the platform and asked to sing a solo. Dad knelt down with a microphone as she sang "Jesus Loves the Little Children". Then Sophia followed with "Jesus Loves Me". And it didn't end there! Logan went up and sang "I'm Glad I Got Converted" with Landon following him singing "Jesus Loves Me". Whitney was the last to run up and sing a few lines into the mic--and all of this was unrehearsed. Each time Dad would stand to continue another little grandchild would run up! As Dad so eloquently summed up the events--if only we were like these little ones who so eagerly ran forward to sing for the Lord! My only regret is that I couldn't catch it all to share.

Sisters & Sweet Baby Face!

2009-11-16T09:24:00.005-05:00

How beautiful...

2009-11-13T12:55:00.001-05:00

...are the feet of those who bring good news!

AVA means "bearer of good news". What a blessing she has been these 6 weeks since birth! The time is flying and we are absorbing as much of this time as we can with all of our little ones. It passes so quickly!

Fall Tradition

2009-10-21T16:11:00.000-04:00

This is the start of the third year in our home...third Fall Photo on the wagon:

You can see our first Fall Photo here and our second Fall Photo here!

I had great little outfits lined up for the photo but that all went out the window when an unexpected guest showed up at my door as I was changing the girls. We then had little time before the sun set for the evening, so we went like we were! It'll be fun to look back on these and check out Phia's boots, the girls mismatched (only half changed!) outfits, the hair all over the place, etc. Oh well! That's what we're all about around here--keepin' it real, ya'll!

'Twas the Night Before Kindergarten

2009-08-31T22:32:00.004-04:00

'Twas the night before Kindergarten
and Momma can't sleep
The First Day outfit is pressed
and laid out so neat.

The lunchbox is packed
with yummies galore
And the backpack is ready
sitting by the front door.

Checklists are checked
and bus stop reviewed,
new socks are stuffed
down inside each clean shoe.

Batteries are charging
for many pictures to take.
The video camera's even ready
for memories sure to make.

The only thing missing
is Kleenex for mom.
A towel might be better
to catch all her sobs!

She is thinking of her little man
how the years have flown by!
Just this thought alone
is what makes her start to cry.

She has cried and she's prayed
over her son and his future,
For his school and his classmates
and especially his teacher!

She's nervous--he's thrilled--
about this new life change.
My how their lives
will be now rearranged!

But for now she'll just sit
and watch him peacefully sleep
as memories of her first born
replay and she keeps

Smiling and praying
for the school year ahead.
When actually she should
be climbing into bed!

But her thoughts keep replaying
all the memories galore
that she stores in her heart
of the son she adores.

Tomorrow she'll be strong
as she waits with him for the bus.
Then once it's out of sight
she'll be nothing but mush!

So for now she'll settle down
and think only good things.
For tomorrow her boy starts Kindergarten
and what joys that will bring!

To be a Princess

2009-06-12T08:35:00.004-04:00

Don't be afraid to chase after your dreams:

Seek truth; look people in the eye:

Make friends that will stick as close as a brother:

Be silly!

Make the most of every photo op:

Let your sweet nature shine through:

And always look to the King for guidance...

...after all, without Him you couldn't be a Princess!

Brayden's Graduation!

2009-05-17T22:14:00.001-04:00

Many tears and many smiles! Although we have three days left of school, Brayden's preschool graduation was held this afternoon. It was such a sweet little ceremony! The only pictures that did not turn out well were the ones of us on stage with Brayden in his cap and gown :( The flash wasn't on so they are all blurry...fitting because that was the state of my vision for most of the ceremony due to tears!

The teachers had handed us a paper when we got there to fill out entitled "We are proud of you because...". Unbeknowst to us, when each child was called up for his/her gown and diploma, the teachers had their family join them and read what they wrote aloud to their child. We were called first and, needless to say, Daryl read ours--I was crying too much! Nothing like a quivering, blubbering voice that no one can understand. Daryl did a great job and rescued me from the embarrassment :) Many moms and dads who followed were "wibbly", so I wasn't alone!

It was a great afternoon to top off a great school year. Now if I can only get through sending him off to Kinder...

Meanwhile...back at the ranch:

2009-05-14T12:27:00.007-04:00

Savannah loves her "new" boots and insists on wearing them most everywhere:

Sophia is into wearing everyone's shoes--especially Brayden's beloved boots. Savannah, being the "accessorizer" of the bunch, added the hat and Phia was happy as a cowgirl on the open range:

Brayden and Savannah are livin' on and lovin' the trampoline--we have to finish it off by putting the netting around it:

Daddy's been busy putting the doors on the rentals (with Momma's help at times) and happy to have many of the spaces occupied (note: all of these doors are now on--this is the night we started!):

And Momma's happier than words can ever express to be done with this torture! NO MORE BRACES!! Gotta love the cheek retractors:

What is new on your frontier??

The Easter Coincidence

2009-04-13T19:52:00.004-04:00

**Thought I would post some pix of our princesses in their Easter dresses. Brayden managed to get away before I got the camera :)

I love Easter.

Not because of the egghunts and all (although I love watching the kids search for 'em!) but for the true meaning. From Maundy Thursday through Easter Sunday my thoughts are captivated by the God-man Jesus who freely chose to give his life for me. I can't wrap my mind around it! But my heart rejoices!! And I love the way Easter occurs during the rebirth of the earth in Spring. This time of year we're feeling rejuvinated and alive as everything greens up and nature explodes with color and life after what can begin to feel like a long, lifeless winter. Just as after what I can only imagine as two long, lifeless nights of confusion and disbelief for the disciples and followers of Jesus, the women were greeted by bright light and life as the angel came from that dark, lifeless tomb! AMAZING!! Only an amazing Creator could orchestrate something that "coincidental".

This song has been my new favorite this past week. I found it while helping Daryl search for a song to sing Easter morning. Although he didn't sing this one, I think (hope) he will in the future.

No Internet...

2009-04-06T16:18:00.004-04:00

...is so frustrating this-day-in-age. It is how we check the news, update family all over the globe, and monitor the weather for Daryl's business--amongst other things. But since Friday afternoon, we have been unable to get internet connection even though our box says we have full signal (we have a satelite connection)!!!!

So tomorrow it looks as though I will be on the phone to see what the issue is. FUN.

In the meantime, I'm thankful for connection at work so I can see how our family and friends are doing!

In other news, I had FIVE wonderful days of no vomiting--that promptly ended this morning when I woke up :( I am thankful for Zofran and its many generics! I pay $19.60 for 12 tablets of the generic instead of $177.60 for 12 of the brand-name version.

All in all this pregnancy has been quite the ride! I think that this little one is aware that it is the last one in the Daryl Yount line, so its giving me a pregnancy to remember ;)

Two peas in a STRAIGHTJACKET!

2009-03-06T18:34:00.002-05:00

That's how my oldest and youngest sister describe themselves. They were born on the same day 14 years apart...and today is that day! Happy birthday Shell & Ang! Can't imagine my life without either of you (or Weebs) in it. I love you and wish we could all be together to celebrate :( Maybe this summer, eh?!

P.S. I apologize for no pictures...I'm at work without access to my many photos :)

Anniversary!

2009-03-03T18:37:00.004-05:00

Date: Saturday, March 3, 2001
Place: Whitaker Science Center, Harrisburg, PA
Time: Noon
Event: Our first date and one of the best days of my life!

I will never forget the events that transpired that day--and just how much at work the good Lord was (and continues to be) in our lives. He has blessed me so abundantly through and because of Daryl. I am humbled and thankful every day.

Especially now. Especially when I'm pregnant, feeling sick as a dog, and working lots of shifts on Daryl's downtime. Over the past few weeks my husband has been spring-cleaning our home, overhauled our laundry, reorganized closets, tossed out trash, simplified our space, kept our kiddos well fed and well loved while I'm working, and jumped in to help in so many other ways. His support and love are overwhelming. He is the best.

And he knows it--I tell him everyday :)

To the moon and back, Daryl.

Not to make you jealous....BUT

2009-02-07T09:24:00.002-05:00

...for all of our family in the midwest/northeast where it hasn't been above 20 degrees in weeks--the kiddos and I hopped a plane (actually two) last evening and are now enjoying time with our family in Arkansas IN 60 and 70 DEGREE WEATHER!!! We woke up this morning about 6:45 and its already 60 en route to a 71 degree day! LOVIN' IT!! We'll be heading to the lake today to do some fishing with my sister, B-I-L, nieces and nephew.

And in case you're wondering about Daryl, he hopped a different plane at the airport and is now freezing (I'm sure)in Montana with Jeff, Jonathan, Craig, Uncle James, Jamie and a few others on a "mancation" :) I'm certain they will have some FUN times together out there! I know there's a 300 mile snowmobile trek planned for a day and also some skiing, amongst other things.

Ah, yes, and for those of you who are wondering what seven kinds of crazy I am for flying alone with 3 little ones...they actually do better than I do! Brayden and Savannah LOVE flying. This was Sophia's second time and it didn't phase her any either. Me, on the other hand, I do not enjoy it. I was holding onto the sick bag for the first leg and dry heaving while a nearby 17-month-old literally screamed and kicked her way through the flight. My three sat there looking at books and out the window! HAHAHA! And every so often Brayden would ask if I was okay :) And I also got alot of passerby comments in the airports. So I'm now a brave soul, crazy lady, what-were-you-thinking, how-many-times-have-you-cussed-your-husband-during-this-trip Momma! They all said these and many other comments with a mix of smiles and shock on their face. I thought it was a hoot! And it kept me going when I was so airsick from the first round.

In the end its all worth it. I did this same trip last year and was so excited when this spur-of-the-moment opportunity came about.

We're off to enjoy family and the warm weather!

Leave of Absence

2009-01-23T20:04:00.003-05:00

I do apologize to those of you who check in regularly. I have been on an unplanned LOA from the blog. There has been so much to post about, so many pictures, so many stories. But now being back to work in the OR 4-5 days/wk--putting in 18+ hour days--I have been just too tired and too occupied with other things to blog.

Please forgive me.

I will try to post at least some pics, if nothing else, over the weekend!

And if you're reading this, please pray for continued strength and rest for me as I'm still adjusting to the added rigors of working in a Level I facility and still caring for my family as I always strive to do. I really enjoy it and the kids love having Daddy home so much, but I still struggle :) And I know that this is only temporary.

It has been a ROUGH week in the OR, so I'm especially drained this evening. Thanks for hearing me out!

Unexpected blessings

2008-12-22T00:00:00.000-05:00

So often in life the blessings are unexpected, unpredicted, unwarranted, unrealized. Christmas reminds me of this fact. God becoming flesh to redeem one so unworthy such as me--unexplainable. But Christmas isn't the focus of this particular post...I still have a few more days to cover that subject :) So I digress.

My life is full of the unexpected, unpredicted, unwarranted blessings. I post about many of them often. I try to live my life in such a way that the blessings do not go unrealized. I fail often, but I do try. Even in the worst circumstances, there are blessings to be realized. There truly is always something for which to be thankful. ALWAYS.

Most of you who follow this blog are family and close friends. So many of you know my story. You may even have lived part(s) of it with me. Abuse. Broken home. Divorce. And therefore, times of anger, rebellion, bitterness, emptiness. Sin. It is never pretty or fun. But the amazing thing is that God can take all that bound up in the heart, blanket it with Jesus' blood, and bring the blessings out of charred, barren wasteland. Bitterness becomes rejoicing. Empty is full. Rebellion is obedience. Anger is joy. AMAZING.

Too often kids in a divorce are prisoners of war. No matter if the parents are "friends" and its an "amicable split" or any other explanation people tend to give, its not the way God intended for marriage. Period. And that is not a debatable topic with me. I've lived it. And I wouldn't wish it upon anyone--ever.

That being said, I--along with the full support and encouragement of Daryl--had long since decided that I would not continue the cycle of unforgiveness and mistrust and rehashing of old wounds (that so often is the case in divorce) with my kids. They would not become second-generation prisoners as long as I had something to do with it! They will know (as they and I already do) that they are loved so very much--by all their family. They will find that people fail, but God is faithful. They will see that forgiveness trumps any hurt. That's God's way. Not the easiest at times, but always the best. And they will witness that God can do anything and everything with any situation to His glory!

So my story doesn't begin or end with the sin that tried to rob me of all things joyful--of all things from God. I have realized a multitude of blessings in the midst of the many storms. I'm still realizing them every day! And the storms aren't anything as they used to be thanks to my trust in the Anchor!!

All that to say, today I'm sharing about a special, unexpected blessing. Totally unexpected yet more appreciated every day. Today is my step dad Jim's birthday! And today I celebrate the handiwork of God in our relationship. What started years ago as a time of weekly fasting and prayer by Jim on behalf of the strained relationship between my mom and me has been rewarded by healing not only between she and I, but also he and I--something I'm sure he never thought would occur. But that's the business God's in--full out amazement so there's no question as to His power and glory!

I celebrate the many, many blessings not only in my and Daryl's life, but also in the lives of my kids because of just this. I am continually amazed at the healing that has taken place in my heart, the love that grows and flourishes, the peace that overwhelms me when it comes to "Pap"--as he's so affectionately called around these parts.

I know there was a time when he worried as whether or not all the grandkids would love him differently or less when they found out he wasn't theirs by blood. Well, out of the currently seven grandkids, none of them could give a hoot about bloodlines. All they know is their Pap thinks the world of them, loves them to the ends of the Earth, prays for them regularly, and makes them feel as though they are the greatest bunch of kids running around this planet. What else is a Pap for if it isn't to do just that??

Being silly with Brayden

Special time with Miss Savannah

Baptizing & celebrating our niece, Elle, with Uncle Frank

My most favorite memory caught on film...The Puddle

Enjoying The Puddle together

Happy, happy birthday, PAP! Here's to the unexpected, unpredicted, unwarranted blessing that you are to us in so many ways. We love you & celebrate you!!

My Midnight Musings

2008-11-10T23:55:00.007-05:00

I know that nearly all of you check in for pics of the kiddos and I'm just the measly photographer/narrator, but tonight I can't sleep. It hits me every now and again when Daryl is away. He knows I get like this and will actually question as to whether or not I'm physically lying down in bed when we hang up the phone!

It is Monday. 9 weeks. Every Monday I spend alot of the day rejoicing and crying tears of gratitude that our LORD spared Daryl's life.

It never ceases. And I pray that it never does.

My life would be so very different had events of that day gone the slightest bit differently. And I won't even go into what my kids lives would be like. Talk about a humbling thought. They have a hard enough time (like their Momma) with Daddy rumbling out of the driveway early Monday morning and not returning until Saturday afternoon. Our home erupts with so much rejoicing when his diesel rolls in! There is nothing like it!! Sophia is the one who goes the craziest. And watching her absorb her Daddy as he scoops her up brings me to tears every time.

Had things gone differently, Sophia would not have a memory of her Daddy.

Instead she shrills, runs in circles, then waits for the door to open before she really lets loose! And once Daddy picks her up there's no putting her down. For any reason. Period.

Its funny because when I think of my husband, I often think of a story I received over email a long time ago. The story tells of a man entering Heaven upon his death and Jesus greets him. Jesus wants to give the man a tour of the home He's prepared for him. The man is overwhelmed by all the blessings, the gifts and beauty in every room--all becoming more elaborate and impressive as the tour continues. But throughout the tour there is one door Jesus keeps passing. The man finally can't take it any longer and questions Jesus as to why He doesn't show him what is behind that door. Jesus informs the man that He is unable to show him that room. The man becomes really confused and presses the issue. Jesus sadly informs him that behind that door lies all the blessings the man would have received--all the things that the LORD desired to give him--if he had only obeyed. All the things he missed out on because of his own stubbornness.

I relay that story only for the reason I often think of what would possibly lie behind that door for me because I feel that the LORD gave me the most amazing, undeserved blessing when He gave me Daryl. In all sincerity. My life has been so richly blessed--my faith strengthened--because of my husband. He has taught me more about giving and receiving love and forgiveness, seeking wisdom, earning trust, honesty, conviction, laughter, holiness, humanness, falling short and getting up to try again, grace, growth, and seeing people as God sees them than any other I have known in my life. And I tell him this every day. Honestly. I think as any wife should about her husband--he ROCKS! And I'm humbled that God would pour out such a rich blessing upon me. A sinner. So undeserving, yet so very, eternally grateful.

9 weeks.

I have found the freedom--and blessing--in obedience.

And I thank the LORD He chose to teach me from the blessing that, in my mind, could only have come from behind that door.

"Baby Girl" is THREE!

2008-11-02T19:18:00.005-05:00

Today our sweet Savannah is three. What in the world?! Of course she wanted a princess birthday and that she got last evening! She was quite the sight in a pink feather boa, pink sparkly shoes, a pink princess dress, and of course the tiara with pink fur trim. Did this child come from my womb?? You could not have paid me to wear anything remotely "princess" as a little girl. Pretty much a tomboy here. But not our Savannah. The more pink, purple, sparkly, and/or girly--the better. And she also wanted Becca to join her in the Princess Brigade--it was classic. LOVED IT!! They're already planning their next Princess Tea.

She then traded in her regalia for princess jammies and her new "Fancy Nancy" sunglasses and purse. She did not remove those glasses until bedtime! She was definitely epitomizing the saying, "Sugar and spice and everything nice..."--with an extra added splash of spice for our Savannah, I might add.

I had all these wonderful plans for the cake I was going to make for her, and sweet decorations, etc. but that all changed when the dreadful stomach bug got me with a vengeance Friday night. Pretty much wiped me out. Needless to say, I was more than thankful that all she wanted was pizza for her birthday dinner! So we grabbed some pizzas and a DQ cake and she was happy as a debutante at the ball ;)

So, despite my feeling like a wrung-out old rag, the smiles and laughter on the face of our little princess and all her cousins as together they celebrated her third birthday were priceless...and worth every minute!

Overheard at My House

2008-10-30T10:35:00.006-04:00

Brayden (on the phone with his older cousin, Leighton):

Leight, you're seven?! Are you big now? 'Cause I am five and I'm HUGE!"

Enjoying a late night ride--Summer 2006--sheesh, time flies!

The New 'Do

2008-10-21T23:48:00.006-04:00

The kids were to have pictures first thing this morning, so I thought it would be a perfect time to try out the sponge rollers I picked up recently at a clearance sale on Savannah's hair. Note to self and others: Using sponge rollers on naturally curly hair will most likely result in looking like a Chia Pet:

How could I forget this fact being a naturally-curly-haired girl myself???? Anyways, maybe I should have taken the result as an indication of how the pictures would go! No professional pictures were to be had today...but the ones I captured on my camera are PRICELESS!!

Interesting...and maybe just a bit scary...is the only thing I can think of to describe it. Brayden thought it was nothing short of hysterical. And Savannah, although intially quite shocked at the reflection staring back at her in the mirror, found it to be quite hilarious as well. I just loved how soft and poofy it was! And I always did want to have a Chia Pet to call my own...but that's another blog for another day. Of course, she's still the cutest thing even if she looks like she put her finger in the nearest light socket! But I'll let you form your own opinion on the 'do:

BEFORE:

AFTER:

Come to think of it, I know some people who would have done close to anything in the seventies for a 'fro like this. But, despite of what they thought, I doubt they were lookin' as cute as this little one!

WE LOVE FALL!!!

2008-10-17T07:15:00.000-04:00

Thought I'd make an annual event out of taking the kids' picture on our old wagon. What a difference a year makes! Compare our three to last year's photos. Here's to hoping you have a blessed weekend!

A whole hand...PART II

2008-10-16T23:12:00.009-04:00

Brayden is five. Its still crazy to me. He's growing up so quickly and I don't like it one bit! What a blessing our boy is to us. A few things that I love about him before I share pictures in no particular order: his eyes, the compassion he has for others, his love of helicopters, airplanes, shuttles, satellites, and trains, how he glows after spending the day working with his dad, his love for family, his love for anything camo or army related, his innate and unending curiosity about everything, his HUGE child-like faith, the sincerity of his prayers, his conversations on the phone, his vocabulary, his love for reading, his unbelievable driving abilities, his love for building things, that sweet face of his that melts my heart, his creativity, the amazing playdoh sculptures he creates, his love for me, the love he has for his sisters, that he's a great big brother and takes his role seriously, hearing him and his sisters laughing their heads off together, his silly faces when I'm taking pictures, the blessing of being his mom, his abhorrence to carrots, his love of anything chocolate and how it gears him up, his ability to tell a great story, his love for scaring people and loving to be scared in return, how hard he laughs when you do manage to scare him or he scares you, how he starts laughing for no apparent reason--only to tell you he's thinking about when he scared you or you scared him, how he serves (with his sisters) as a reminder to enjoy the small things in life and take in each and every moment...its gone all too quickly! I could go on forever, but now without further ado...

HIS FAMILY CELEBRATION

The cake that he LOVED (Please note there are four men on each hill battling for control):

Suddenly, Commander Mom left the post to tend to other matters at hand (AKA guests) and the troops called in for reinforcements...LOTS of reinforcements:

Unbeknowst to Mom, it must've gotten ugly 'cause the reinforcements (AKA Sgts. Becca, Brayden & Logan) kept delivering...

Hard to believe our boy is five!

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HIS SCHOOL CELEBRATION

The beloved Birthday Chair:

My only thought: why don't I have a Birthday Chair?? Life (especially birthdays) would be even more fun with one of these around! Daryl just may return home to all our chairs being painted like this. Even funnier is that I honestly don't think he'd be surprised!

Leapin' Leader duties:

Holding the flag for The Pledge

Being the Line Leader

A funny story about Brayden being the leader. The leader gets to pick how the kids will line up by four categories: boys, girls, colors, or tables. The first time Brayden chose colors. He would say a color and if you were wearing that color you line up. This repeated until all the kids were in line. Well the boys just behind him were, well, boys and started running, pushing, and jumping in front of Brayden as they walked to the new Reading Rug--which is super cool by the way. I could tell by his face that he wasn't all that pleased with the outcome. So, knowing my boy, the next time it was time to line up he shocked everyone. Including the teacher. He chose girls! The teacher said that had never been done yet. It was hysterical...and I knew he would do it. You know why? The 5 little girls in his class lined up quietly and stayed in line perfectly behind him. No pushing, no cutting in line, no jumping around, just doing as they were told. Everything was calm and orderly--just as my boy likes it. It was classic. A memory I won't soon forget :)

There was also a little girl in his class who made him a special birthday card. It was so sweet. She kept trying to slide it to him during reading time and he was too enamored in the book to take it. I think that he thought she was just trying to agitate him as Savannah often does :) At the end of reading time the little girl mentioned her card to the teacher and Brayden went over so she could give it to him! Sooo funny!!

Waiting for directions during Art. (Hey, is that Leight sitting next to Brayden?!)

The class singing Happy Birthday to Brayden at the end of the day (he's in the center of the circle). They also sang to him at the beginning of the day!

Enjoying the Friendship Circle as they say goodbye for the day.

And I must say that it was so cool to spend the day with Brayden at school (thanks to Aunt Krystal for keeping the girls). Brayden's snack was a hit--ice cream cone cupcakes, string cheese, and juice boxes! It was great to see what he does each class and to have more insight into what he's speaking of when telling me about his time there. Needless to say, I could work there in a heartbeat...I guess because it is what I practically do everyday anyways and usually love it :)

A WHOLE HAND!

2008-10-13T09:25:00.006-04:00

Happy 5th birthday, Brayden boy!!! I cannot believe my first born is five. A whole hand. He is all smiles today as everyone calls and sings and celebrates his day. He is most excited, however, about being the Leaping Leader at school today and also getting to sit in the Birthday Chair...talk about excitement! It doesn't get much better than this for a five year old!!

We had a little party for him on Saturday. He wanted a helicopters and camo theme. So that we did! The party store had NOTHING camo or even anything remotely related so I improvised...got tablecloths in camo colors, balloons in shades of green and brown, and made a battle scene cake. He LOVED it!

We're off to celebrate his day at school and I'm the special guest :) Many more pictures to follow of all the events for our FIVE YEAR OLD!!

Happy 30th birthday, Daryl!

2008-10-06T05:51:00.004-04:00

Today is my man's 30th birthday :) I know that I am biased, and with that being said I can say with all that I am that he is the greatest blessing of my life. It may be his birthday but the kids and I are the ones with the gift! Thank you, Daryl, for being the greatest blessing to me/us. You carry many titles: husband, Daddy, son(-in-law), brother(-in-law), grandson(in-law), nephew(-in-law), uncle, cousin, friend, Christ-follower, boss, Youth Group leader, etc. and you carry them all so well! I am continually amazed, loved, inspired, uplifted, challenged, and humbled by you, the man you are, and the man you constantly strive to be. Mere words will never be enough to exclaim my gratitude, my love, and my devotion firstly to God for blessing me so richly and secondly to you for sharing life with me! I celebrate you, your life, your hopes, your dreams--even more so knowing how quickly it almost ended four weeks ago! Happy birthday, Daryl. I love you more every day. We're looking forward to enjoying dinner with you tonight! As always, YOU ROCK!!

A Walk to Remember

2008-09-30T10:45:00.005-04:00

Sophia took her first steps back in the beginning of August. Like her brother and sister, however, she has only recently begun to master it with a HUGE toothy grin!! I'm actually thankful that none of our kids were early walkers. I've really enjoyed watching their progress and honing the skills necessary to take off on foot. All of them, Sophia included, went from taking just a few cautious steps here and there to just deciding one day to stand up and take off! Quite surprising and exciting all at the same time. I managed to grab a few shots yesterday as Sophia came after me down the hallway. While I forgot my flash thus making the first shot a huge blur, her expression is priceless! And you can also see the game wasn't so fun to her anymore because Momma kept moving her back while Momma remained further away to capture the moment! Oh the torture of it all ;)

HAPPY 30th BIRTHDAY TO ME!

2008-09-27T12:56:00.003-04:00

Today I am 30! And, yes, I'm happy about it (as you can see in the photo above). No sadness here, no feeling sorry for myself, and certainly no feeling as though I am old and need to hit something (like below)! :)

I am embracing 30. I love this phase of life, the fun, the challenges, the relationship with my husband, kiddos, and our families--I am so very blessed! Besides, I already had my "getting old" breakdown at 20. Yes 20. I had a real issue with turning 20 and decided from then on I would celebrate each milestone. And celebrating I am in grand fashion...currently scrubbing the kitchen and living room floors, cleaning the bathrooms, and doing the laundry! HAHAHA! But only until about 5--then I'll clean myself up and celebrate in style with my family :)

And who knows, maybe I'll even get around to posting some pics of our celebration ;)

Sept. 8th: The Day

2008-09-22T23:34:00.005-04:00

Despite the name of our blog, I rarely write about our business. No real reason why, maybe just knowing that most of you stop by to see the kids and their antics. Maybe because when you own and run your own business, it nearly engulfs you. Not that it doesn't have its perks, but even the perks don't outweigh that you can't clock out at the end of the day, enjoy paid vacations, earn sick time, etc. All the benefits of a regular job. Basically, its your life...day in and day out and every moment in between. And anyone reading this who has or is experiencing this knows exactly what I'm talking about. Otherwise, you have NO idea. So giving it even more of my time on my blog defeats the sometime-desire for escape. But something occurred at the job site on Monday, September 8th that nearly changed all our lives. And it definitely warrants posting (albeit massively edited for reading & writing purposes).

Up a mountain, in the woods, through a cornfield, and at the end of this gravel road:

sits a water tank, pictured here:

and just to the right of this tank is a manhole in the ground:

where Daryl nearly lost his life.

Overcome by carbon monoxide, he has no idea how he climbed eight feet up this rusted ladder and onto the ground above where the two men working with him apparently found him stiff, pupils dilated, and unresponsive.

His last memory was feeling the need to sleep while down in the hole and his next memory is of barely crawling along the grass thinking that if he stopped moving he would pass out....which he did. Almost eternally. His memories of that evening are few. He talks of knowing somewhere in the recesses of his mind that he may very well die--so he prayed for me and our kids and asked the Lord that if it was indeed his time, to be with him. Daryl was ready, but the Lord said, "not yet". And for that I am so thankful. Who knew that celebrating our 6th wedding anniversary the previous evening could very well have been our last?

The Lord has work for Daryl (and me and our family) to accomplish on Earth. Obviously. In the words of the Psalmist, what is man that the Lord should be mindful of him? I read those words, along with the rest of Psalm 8, to Daryl as he received his hyperbaric treatments. I could not read them without crying. Because by all medical standpoints, Daryl should be dead. The levels of carbon monoxide in his blood in such a short amount of time should have killed him. Or at least with some type of impairment. But the medical staff said Daryl had a few things going for him such as his age, his great health, and good response to treatment. But I knew what he had going for him most importantly: the prayers of so many, especially from a four and two year old. The kids and I were sitting down to dinner at the time Daryl was descending the rusty ladder into the hole. Brayden and Savannah were each saying the blessing for our meal and each of them prayed (as we always do) for the Lord to keep His angels around Daryl as he worked, to keep him safe. I like to think that at the moment Daryl was thinking of leaving us to enter Heaven the simple, yet sincere and heart-felt, prayers of two small children intersected his path. And I like to think that our Heavenly Father saw that these two little ones (and their little sister and I)still needed their earthly father for a bit longer. And I know that He sent his angels to bring Daryl out of that hole. And to respond so well to treatment from the EMT's and hospital staff--regardless of age or of health. And to have no side effects whatsoever. And leave everyone in the medical field shaking their heads while we in the faith field were dropping to our knees in gratitude and awe.

I cannot even begin to describe the emotions of the ordeal. The closet thing I could come up with is a blending of college finals with bringing home a newborn. Mental, physical, emotional roller coaster. Times one hundred. Or more. And for all the times of any given day that I tell Daryl I love him, what a great man he is, and how thankful and blessed I am because of him--well, you can times that by one hundred too. Or more. Every time I looked at him in the twenty four hours following I would tear up. And hug him. And kiss him. And tell him for the bazillionth time how much I love him, what a great man he is, and how thankful and blessed I am because of him. And I can honestly say that I am still doing just that...just as I always did but with even MORE fervor because I had a mere few moments to truly ponder what my life may be without him, not to mention our kids lives, my in-laws lives, our friends lives, our families' lives, etc. (Okay, so I had a three hour drive to think on this!)

I am acutely aware of the gift that the Lord has given me, our kids, our families by returning Daryl to us. And no amount of words or tears will ever express all that I feel surrounding it. There are so many blessings of that day--so many small details of the story that can't be explained or even fully grasped by our finite minds, so many "what-ifs"--that point only to God's hand at work. And three things really struck me in the ensuing days: (1) how thankful I am that if the Lord had decided to take him that day, Daryl would have gone knowing how much I love and adore him, (2) that I had already in the few months preceding had my "Abraham & Isaac moment" when it came to Daryl and our kids--the moment when I had to place them on the rock and cry out, Lord, they're yours. Not mine. And if it be Your will to take them from me, so be it. The Lord knows my heart. He knows that my greatest fear would be to lose my husband or one of my kids. He knows that I love my husband and kids with such an immense and intense love that it often moves me to tears for no reason other than how very blessed I am because of God's gift of Daryl and our kids to me. But He knows that the only thing greater than my love for them is my love for Him. And most thankfully it didn't take a life-altering event to know it or show it, and,(3) that with either outcome I know in my heart and can proclaim with my lips the words of Job, the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord!

My prayer and hope for you reading this is just that: don't let it take a life altering event to make what's wrong right, to bring you to your knees, to give to the Lord what is His. Whether it be your spouse, your kids, your job, your relationship with the Lord, your unfulfilled or even shattered dreams, your relationships with those near to you, your past sins or failures, whatever. Right the wrongs, forgive and forgive some more, show mercy, tell that someone how you feel, mend the bridges, hold things in the palm of your hand rather than a closed fist, leave your sins and burdens at the Cross, live without regret whatever the cost knowing that Jesus already paid the ultimate price with His life. Wow. What freedom! What love! What a gift!

September 7th: Six years & counting!

2008-09-18T11:04:00.027-04:00

September 7, 2002 was and is the greatest day of my life. Truly. Daryl and I visited the church where we were married six years ago. I love this church. I fell in love with it the minute we pulled up to the curb, let alone once we stepped inside its amazing sanctuary. And like most everything in my life, there's a great (in my opinion) story behind why we chose this particular church for our ceremony.

I had always wanted to get married in an old church. One with history. One that if the pews could speak they would tell of revivals and weddings and funerals and personal triumphs and personal defeats and great hymn writers and great sermons and spiritual uprisings and everydday tears of all kinds: love, joy, heartache, brokenness, rebirth, rededication, peace, etc. You get my point. After visiting England and Scotland, my desire only grew. Walking through grand Westminster Abbey to the small little churches in the Scottish hillsides, I was in awe and humbled. No matter the size of the church, I loved the old stone, the worn wood, the HUGE stain glass windows (even in the tiniest of churches!), the naves, the monasteries, but mostly the mere history and majesty of it all. I would often envision angels, as Frank Peretti so aptly writes, resting and recharging themselves for battle as the people of God prayed and sang, their wounds healing, wings spreading, and swords glowing as they prepared to fight satan's dominion. While I knew it was nearly inpossible, I would love to get married in a church just like this, I thought.

So when Daryl and I began talking marriage, I shared this desire of mine with him. And one evening we were sharing this with his dad as we relived our individual trips to the UK. His dad immediately asked Daryl, "Have you taken her to Zion Lutheran?" It turns out Daryl had helped his dad paint the sanctuary when he was younger...all 60+ feet high walls of it! I loved that this church already had a history with Daryl and his dad. Not that the history was anything like those of the churches in England or Scotland, but there was history nonetheless and it was on a personal level! (And as far as churches in our area go, I learned that this one was built in 1791, nearly destroyed by fire then rebuilt in the early 1800's--so there's some serious history within those stone walls.) So I jumped on the phone and arranged for us to visit with the pastor and tour the church. No description of this church could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

I was instantly taken.

And transported back to those beautiful churches in England and Scotland.

From the massive stone exterior and the beautiful sound of the bells chiming from the bell tower, to the three-story tall stained glass windows, the choir loft surrounding the sanctuary, the amazing pipe organ and the old wooden pews...this church could tell stories. And I wanted our story to be one of them.

And so it was.

Each year we visit Zion and relive the many memories of Our Day. I love hearing the sound of the trumpet and pipe organ revirbirating in my mind the way it did from the walls of that beautiful sanctuary that day, walking along the courtyard where we took many of our pictures, listening to the bells ringing, and thinking of all the history Daryl and I have written and shared together in the past six years, all that has transpired in our lives since that day.

If only the pews could talk...

Sept. 4th: Becca's 4th birthday!

2008-09-18T11:04:00.025-04:00

Our sweet Becca-boo (nickname Brayden gave her when they were oh so little) turned four September 4th. The kids had so much fun picking out some special things just for her from them and we headed over to her house to play & celebrate! Krystal kept the troops while I went for my monthly torture treatment a.k.a. orthodontic appointment. I didn't get any pics of the day or of our Saturday evening family celebration that followed...but I do have some dear ones of years gone by. These kids are growing up way too fast!

Sept. 3rd: Brayden's First Day of School!

2008-09-18T11:04:00.024-04:00

It was a BIG day...Brayden anticipated going to school since last year when we attended Reading Group at our local library. I was the one fighting tears! Daryl was away redoing a water tank so I videotaped the day thus allowing him to experience it as well! He's such a big boy now. His class is M-W-F from 12-2:30. Needless to say, he LOVED every second of his 2 1/2 hour "schooltime". Savannah struggled a bit with her "Bayden" not being around. That's all she's known her entire life so it was an adjustment for her, too. Its so fun to talk with him about the poems and activities they did. His teacher posts the week's lessons in advance so I recite the rhymes with him as we drive home. We're all really enjoying it now...well, Brayden has always enjoyed it...I just had to have my first-day-of-school-mom-meltdown. So, yeah, now its all good. But honestly I still get choked up every time he comes running at me with his papers in hand and smile large enough to light up all of PA. But I'm sensitive like that. And that's okay. Right?!

Loaded up and ready to go!

Standing outside the church by his school sign.

He jumped right in and began playing with classmates.

One of the teacher's aides building a puzzle with Brayden.

Our big boy!

Savannah telling Brayden bu-bye when we left...and my heart started breaking at the sweetness of the moment!

Hugging his teachers at the end of the day!

Our first day of school coming to a close...and BIG smiles all around!

Sept. 1st: Grampa Whitney's 90th Birthday!

2008-09-18T11:04:00.022-04:00

We spent Labor Day in New York with Grampa and family celebrating his 90th birthday. It was a beautiful day and we had an AMAZING view from Andy & Beth's yard--the mountains of Vermont! Sixty-five mile visibility from the comfort of our lawn chairs. It was breathtaking.

When I think of all the change the he has witnessed in his 90 years it is mind-boggling. I sometimes get caught up in all the changes of my short lifespan. But they pale in comparison to Grampa's! One thing that remains unchanged, however, is his unwaivering faith. He's forever challenging us to deepen our walk with the Lord, be on our knees in prayer, and read His Word. He is a man of such strong conviction and it comes from his close walk with Jesus. Even through difficult times and choices, Grampa remained true to his convictions and by doing so garnered such deep respect and admiration of his family. He's also full of fun and jokes. Some of the best times I've had are playing Dominos any time Grampa is around. The best part of it is I couldn't care less if I win, just as long as I beat Grampa. He knows it and I I think I can safely say he reciprocates the same feeling...it has become a running joke between us :) I truly am in awe of him, of his love for the Lord, of the wonderful living example he is to me. I am thankful that I've had the opportunity to know him, to love him. It was a great time of fellowship, fun, and food. Grampa is an amazing man of God and I'm thankful that our kids have such a rich heritage and so many examples of godliness around them. Something that I do not take for granted!

Grampa with all the great grandkids--he sure has his hands full!

Grampa with his grandkids, their spouses, and all the great-grandkids! Yes, it was quite a feat to get these pictures!! I think this was picture #6 or so :)

Grampa and his grandkids and their spouses. And, as you can see, I think Grampa was tiring of all the picture taking!! We had him going all over the yard for different photos, but he was a great sport as usual :)

To the edge and back

2008-09-17T01:41:00.003-04:00

Its nearly 2 am. I just typed an entire post, only to have it disappear before it posted. I'm exhausted...and now defeated. Sometimes I loathe technology!

I'll catch you up on all the happenings--with pictures--(and there have been LOTS) tomorrow or the next day. Or the next. Just don't hold your breath, okay? One near-death experience is enough for me in this lifetime! But more on that later.

My love and gratitude to you all who have prayed, supported, rejoiced, and cared with/for us since last Monday evening. The Lord has blessed me for a second time with the gift of my husband when He could have so easily taken him Home. Mere words can't suffice right at this moment. But I'm certain I'll find them after some sleep :)

Commander Brayden has landed

2008-09-16T21:11:00.006-04:00

Once again Granny & Pap have stolen the show. Granny called yesterday at 1:30 to check about an outfit for Brayden's birthday in October. She ordered it...and it arrived TODAY!

Needless to say, he put it on right away and still has it on...maybe even to bed!

That's one small step for man....one GIANT leap for the future of American aeronautics!

Just like Daddy

2008-08-31T01:06:00.007-04:00

If there's one thing that makes me smile, it is the sound of my husband's truck rumble into our driveway. Diesels are like that. The only thing that makes me smile bigger is the sound of our three kids squealing and scampering to the door to greet him. It truly makes my heart swell.

I remember when Daryl and I were dating, I was moved to tears one day thinking of how blessed our kids would one day be because of having him as their dad. It was something that I was keenly tuned into--especially if we would one day have girls (which, by the way, I thought I would never have--but God has a great sense of humor that way).

And while I know that dads are equally important in their son's life, there is nothing that a girl on this earth needs more than her daddy. I was a Daddy's Girl. And when my dad was in his car accident it turned my life upside down. Thankfully, I also have some great uncles. And I became an Uncle's Girl. It's great for me to see this all coming full circle.

And when I was little, the best pajamas were my Uncle's work shirts. I loved them almost as much as I loved him! I felt so special and important in them. That shirt was like a badge of honor. It embodied what I saw in my Uncle. I saw how hard he worked, what a loyal and faithful worker he was, how the shirt would bear a salt-line at the end of the day from his sweat, how he used everyday job scenarios to witness to his buddies, how he helped friends & family in need after a long day's work. That shirt, when worn by my uncle, taught me lessons in life--hard work, faith, family, sacrifice, love, honesty.

My older sister and I still talk about those shirts.

So the other night when Brayden and Savannah came into our room and asked Daryl if they could wear one of his Jayco shirts to bed, my heart melted all over again. I knew exactly what they were feeling and exactly how wearing that shirt made them feel. I saw the pride and admiration in their eyes as Daryl helped them put on their shirts. I pray that they, too, may see the same life lessons I did in a shirt. Because their Daddy embodies those same qualities--hard work, faith, family, sacrifice, love, honesty--qualities that my kids relate with a shirt and, more importantly, the man wearing the shirt.

You see, my kids adore and admire their Daddy...and rightly so. They get it from their Momma :)

Say what?

2008-08-26T21:14:00.008-04:00

SETTING: Livingroom/hallway/bathroom in home, mid-afternoon
SCENE: Mom is in the bathroom cleaning the sink. Brayden, Savannah and Sophia are playing in the livingroom.
~~~~~
SAVANNAH:(running down the hallway towards bathroom, crying) Mom! Mom! Bayden hit me with the pillow!
MOM: Brayden?
BRAYDEN:(running just behind her, weapon/pillow in hand) Yes?
MOM: Brayden, did you hit Savannah with the pillow?
BRAYDEN: Yes, Mom. It was a askident. I didn't mean to do it. I told her I was sorry. I was swinging the pillow like this (demonstrating) and Savannah walked into it.
(Pause) Askident?
MOM: Accident.
BRAYDEN: Askident? (Shaking his head)Tsst, askident! I know I don't say that right...but when I get bigger I will. Okay?
MOM(smiling, holding in chuckles): I love the way you talk, Brayden. Yes, you will. And thank you for being honest.
~~~~~

Is this kid a riot or what?!

Do You Know...

2008-08-16T16:04:00.002-04:00

...she's one of the greatest blessings in my life?
...she's an amazing: wife of one, mother of three, and caretaker of what seems like Noah's Ark?
...she can stir some SERIOUS love into her FABULOUS cooking?
...I talk to her nearly every day?
...she puts all things into perspective when I feel that I'm losing my mind?
...she loves and forgives and encourages everyone she knows?
...I'd always had an equal mix of sisterly love, admiration, and fear of her growing up?
...I now only have equal parts of love and admiration (and occasionally fear when I see that I'm-going-to-toss-you-across-the-room-by-the-seat-of-your-pants look in her eye--but its now thankfully directed toward one of her own kids)?
...I wrote in Kindergarten that she was my favorite person?
...my kiddos think she's the best thing since Thomas the Tank Engine?
...she's driven more miles in her truck/car than any person I know on the planet??
...her athleticism and competitive nature make her one of the best athletes I know?
...she beat my time when we ran respective 5k's on the Fourth of July?
...she's the best storyteller?
...we share the same weird sense of humor (with our other sisters and mom)?
...she makes the best salad in the world?
...if she lived close to me I'd be dead for posting this picture (and info) on my blog?
...that she just picked up her student ID and materials to finish her last semester of college?
...that I'm already making plans to fly to Louisiana to see her graduate in December?!
...that I will be the LOUDEST and PROUDEST person in that arena that day?!

Just thought you'd like to know.
=)

HAPPY 21st BIRTHDAY, UNCLE TIMBO!

2008-08-15T17:50:00.002-04:00

Hard to believe that this handsome, young man is 21. I can still remember the day he was born, the first time I got to hold him, his first day of school when he "felt like a doofus", watching him play midget football, crying as he held my newborn little boy for the first time, celebrating high school graduation, etc. and all the while never realizing just how much he was growing up!

Bub, you have grown into an amazing man of God. I am so proud of you and who you are and what you desire to be. And I love you more than this measly little post could ever express! Thanks for being the best and only brother I have. My kids adore their Uncle Timbo...and rightly so. Hope your day ROCKS and I can't wait to celebrate with you next week!!

P.S. And when I get there...can I bite your head?? :)

Mahaffey Camp

2008-08-08T11:10:00.004-04:00

The kids and I did a quick roadtrip over to Mahaffey on July 23rd for an overnight visit with Granny & Pap and to see what has changed on the campgrounds. We had a great time (except for Sophia starting to get sick!) and the kids were crying to stay as I loaded them up to head home. I attended Mahaffey my entire life for traditional Family Camp. Now they offer camps and programs nearly year-round. Its weird to see all the differences in my short lifespan--some positive, some rather disheartening--but I do pray that God continues to use the grounds for His glory. I had the opportunity to hear the morning speaker and he was GREAT. He is blessed with a tell-it-like-it-is approach and I know that I walked out of there with gracious conviction and some serious spiritual meat to chew on!

But I digress...

Brayden REALLY wanted to ride on a golf cart--they were everywhere!--and he got his wish when we stopped to visit my Great Aunt Kay's cottage. All of my second cousins were there and it was such a blessing to visit and talk with them. My cousin Joy has a golf cart that reminds me of something you may see on "Pimp My Ride" and she graciously took us on a drive around the camp. Brayden was in his glory!

Camp was a bit confusing for Brayden, however, as he is used to being there for Kids Camp when my mom is the Director (I'm the Camp Nurse, and my sister directs athletics or creek walking and we basically fill in at any other poistion that is needed) and with that comes a few "special" privileges. So he wasn't quite grasping why Granny couldn't go into the kitchen and ask the ladies for cookies or why we couldn't go into the Nurses' Cottage for popsicles! He also didn't understand at first why Aunt Shelli and Leighton were not there because that is the only way he knows camp (my sister comes with all her kids and we stay together)--it has become one of my and the kids' favorite weeks of the year! But he insisted that we stop at Aunt Shelli's house--which is actually the Nurses' Cottage where we stay during Kids Camp--and that's when he got it that they weren't there, poor kid! Thankfully, a picture on "Aunt Shelli's" porch sufficed for the time being.

But, as always, Granny and Pap were the hit of the trip...the kids LOVE being with them! They stomped in mud puddles, ran over the bridge together, jumped around in their room, and played games in the yard. We all enjoyed some signature Mahaffey Milkshakes and burgers, too :) That made the trip for me :)

Summer Splash Party!

2008-08-08T09:59:00.005-04:00

Gramma sent out invitations to all the grandkids for a Summer Splash Party on July 30th. My kids were SO excited--asking everyday if it was Wednesday because that's when Gramma said the party was! And, in typical Andrea Yount fashion, the party was AMAZING!! I'm telling you (as I've repeatedly told her) she should be a party planner/designer. She definately has a gift! Everything follows a theme and no detail is left out from start to finish. Her dinners, parties, showers, etc. are nothing short of WOW. The pool was full of "sea life" and there was a matching table full of rubber sea life and water-loving animals, the sandwiches and watermelon were cut in the shapes of dolphins and whales, the jello snacks were mini oceans-in-a-cup: crushed nilla wafers for "sand", then the blue jello "water" and cool whip for the "waves" where the gummy shark was jumping out! The tower of cupcakes were decorated like beach balls and ocean waves with fish jumping out of the tops! All the kids had splash-bomb animals and sunshines at their place-setting and each got to pick out a water gun for the water battle after lunch. Then they all relaxed at the end of a long, fun day to watch "Finding Nemo". Gramma topped it off by sending each kid home with a "bucket of fun" full of water goggles, candies, toys, themed washcloths, etc. What a great day!!

Celebrating Pap Sherd's Birthday!

2008-08-08T09:29:00.005-04:00

We celebrated my Dad's birthday (Aug. 2nd) by spending this past weekend with him and the rest of my family. What a fun time! We spent time at Critter Country, which is owned by my Uncle Tim's friend, Laurie and her husband Rob. I didn't get any photos there but basically they turned their yard and surrounding acreage into a small zoo! It was a great time. We also enjoyed the church picnic on Sunday afternoon at Flatwoods Park(which coincindentally is where Daryl will be doing his next project and just happens to be minutes from my aunt & uncle's house as well as the rest of my entire family! So we will all head south of Pittsburgh for the duration of the job and spend time with my family! YAY!). The park has a large pool and kiddie pool, sand volleyball court, playground, sandbox--its great! And any time my family gets together there is usually a water battle of some kind--doesn't matter what the weather may be...if its cold outside, you can bet that it won't stop the water from flying in the house! Needless to say a HUGE water battle broke out during the picnic and it wasn't the kiddos who instigated it! The funniest part was watching my 79-years-young Grandma running from my kids water guns!! And before it was all over my Uncle Tim was in the kiddie pool, fully clothed, with the kids having a blast! Of course, he was already soaked from the water battle :) My kids are really looking forward to going back. And I am CERTAIN that the adults had just as much fun as the kids!

Budding Photographer??

2008-07-28T16:59:00.006-04:00

Brayden often confiscates my camera. He returns with a plethora of photos.

Found this photo while uploading more July shots to the computer.

Entitled: Our dinner table on the screened-in porch from Brayden's perspective-through-the-lens.

Love seeing things from his point of view!

Celebrating Phia's first year

2008-07-16T10:53:00.001-04:00

BIRTHDAY GIRL!!

2008-07-09T09:11:00.006-04:00

Sophia is 1 today!! Here's a look back to what we were doing one year ago...I am so thankful to not be there right now :)

...and some glimpses of Sophia's first year:

What a blessed year it has been with Sophia added to our family. She is our (almost)always smiley-face! She has such a great disposition...I pray that it carries through all of her life. She adores her family--especially Brayden, Savannah, and, more recently, Grampa! The highlight of her day is anything with her brother and sister; they're the first ones she looks for when she awakes and the last ones she hugs and kisses before bed. The year has passed so quickly :( I'm thankful for pictures and video to capture some of the many moments that we cherish. Before long she too will be heading off to school :( For now, she's conquering and exploring everything around her, soaking in all the love and adoration from her siblings, and growing like a weed!

Happy first birthday, sweet Sophia Kathryn! We love you soooooooooooo much!

Finally

2008-07-07T11:43:00.004-04:00

For all our "blog-junkies" out there...here's some random photos from the past few weeks. I'll try to upload more as the day goes on...so keep checkin' back for the add-ons!

THE LATEST: Sophia's 1st birthday is on Wednesday...CRAZY!!!!!! I'm heading to work in the O.R. Wednesday through Friday. It's hot and humid--but a blessed day nonetheless. I ran a 5K on July 4th! So did my older sister, Shelli...and she did it in a better time than me...WOO HOO, SHELL (I just wish we could have run one together)! My older sister is a phenomenal athlete so I am not a bit surprised :) Sophia's getting two more teeth to add to the six she has. She's also cruising furniture and attempting some free-stands. My teeth are almost completely straight and turned in all the right directions thanks to the chains they have on there--the past few weeks has been a bit painful in the mouth :) Daryl is working way too hard, but we're thankful that the Lord provides! And his hair has been growing again--he's had to shave it three times now!! Savannah sings almost non-stop throughout the day. Her songs bless my heart and my day. She also says parts of John 3:16 any time she opens a book or folded piece of paper :) If I say it with her, she easily gets the whole thing. We're also in the process of weaning her from thumb-sucking :( Its starting to really mess up her top teeth. Brayden started writing letters much to our surprise. B, M, S, and J are his favorites. I haven't pushed it or even sat with him for a "lesson", he just did it one evening at the dinner table. He's REALLY looking forward to preschool in the fall!!

Oh, and thank you a million times over for the phone calls and messages of love and prayer and encouragement. It has carried me (and Daryl) through the past few weeks.

Sophia tasting some dirt

Brayden showing off his new skill

Savannah and two of her second cousins (Ethan and Elise)checking out the turtle in Cincinnati, OH

Sweet Savannah

Daryl playing his guitar on our screened-in porch during a recent storm--it was beautiful (the playing and the storm). We had a rainbow over our house!

Bring the rain

2008-06-19T12:21:00.007-04:00

Here it is already Thursday! Seriously where does the time go?? The older we get the faster it flies--again my elders were correct with that little nugget of advice :)We're nearing the end of June and the weather feels like Fall--we all have on either jeans or sweatsuits...and Soph is in a winter footed sleeper to stay toasty warm today! CRAZY!! But onto the real reason for my post.

I am again at the bottom of, but working my way up, the Lord's learning curve. I debated on whether or not to share but hope that other's may draw some comfort from it.

First, some background that is significant. I have been preparing for a 5k on the Fourth of July. Daryl and the kiddos got me an ipod Shuffle for when I run and walk. I put praise and worship songs on there to enjoy and praise God while I run. One of the songs is "Bring the Rain" by MercyMe. I cry every time I hear it. It has become a cry of my heart:

I can count a million times
People asking me how I
Can praise You with all that I've gone through
The question just amazes me
Can circumstances possibly
Change who I forever am in You
Maybe since my life was changed
Long before these rainy days
It's never really ever crossed my mind
To turn my back on you, oh Lord
My only shelter from the storm
But instead I draw closer through these times
So I pray

Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain

I am Yours regardless of
The dark clouds that may loom above
Because You are much greater than my pain
You who made a way for me
By suffering Your destiny
So tell me what's a little rain
So I pray

Bring me joy, bring me peace
Bring the chance to be free
Bring me anything that brings You glory
And I know there'll be days
When this life brings me pain
But if that's what it takes to praise You
Jesus, bring the rain

Holy, holy, holy
Is the Lord God Almighty

Little did I know that the rain was coming!

Daryl and I found out last Monday (June 9th) that we were expecting another baby--a VERY big surprise, but very exciting nonetheless! The truly funny thing in this is that I had come to such a place of peace in having three children and not four. I want Daryl and I to be united in all regards and if he was on the fence about a fourth child, then I had reached a place where my desire was not worth more than his. I had given my desire for a fourth child over to the Lord--just laid it in His lap and was truly content in every part of my being with the blessings that I have been given! I would hold babies, see pregnant women, etc and have no longing whatsoever to go there--and I praised the Lord for it! I even shared my excitement with Daryl as we drove home from Cincinnati on June 8th.

Then we found out a new little one was coming. And I was nervous--especially about how Daryl would feel.

Then Daryl shared with me that he and his Dad had been talking just a short time before this. His dad addressed his awareness of our struggle back and forth in having another little one. Everyone knew that I was for it, Daryl was on the fence. Dad said he often wishes he and Mom had gone ahead and had a fourth child--that the ones they have are such a blessing, a fourth would only have added to it. He shared his advice that if Daryl was still in the air about a fourth child, he would advise to welcome another little one. Little did he know what the Lord was already doing without us yet knowing!

So welcome a new little one we did! We started "planning" in our minds. We told no one and decided we would wait until Sophia's first birthday (July 9th) to share the news.

Then this Tuesday (July 17th) I began to have a miscarriage.

I've gone through miscarriages with my sister and sisters-in-law. I've cried with them, prayed for them, listened as they shared their pain. But I've only experienced it vicariously through them.

Now I know the tears, the prayers, the pain.

And despite all that I'm choosing to praise the Lord through it. Through the tears, the prayers, the pain. As in all things, we don't know His plans, His timing, His ways. But we learn deeper trust, hope, and faith through trials.

I don't know why it is that when I had come to a place of peace with three, He gave us four, then returned us to three. But I do know that His timing is perfect. I know that He walks with me and Daryl through this.

Already I've been given a deeper understanding for all those who have gone through this before me. And I pray that it will allow me to reach out in a more meaningful way to those who will experience this after me.

So I look forward to the day--upon entering Heaven's gates--when I get to meet this little one that I never had the chance to on earth. And in the meantime, "I know there'll be days when this life brings me pain but if that's what it takes to praise You, Jesus, bring the rain."

And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out His love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us. -Romans 5:2-5

Rainy days

2008-06-13T10:46:00.004-04:00

Okay, okay. I know that most of you check in rather frequently to see pictures of the kiddos. Trust me, I've heard "update your blog already!" more times than I care to count. Daryl misplaced my camera when we returned from our whirlwind Cincinnati trip, but thankfully I have a few backups in my arsenal of photos! I'm praying that I can find it soon--I've missed so many good shots this week!!

Rainy days are now the kids' favorite because they take the rainwater from the sills of the screened-in porch and do Sophia's 'do...it is quite funny! We've had a couple of rainy days recently so, needless to say, Sophia got all "dolled up". Brayden calls it "The Poof". Sophia actually enjoys it too--as long as they don't restrain her in the process :)

Birthdays

2008-05-29T10:38:00.005-04:00

It seems as though May is the Month of Birthdays in our (immediate and extended) family. Off the top of my head I can count 8...and I may be missing a few :]

Today is my G-ma's 79th birthday. What a blessing to still have my gram here on earth with me. She is and has always been such an amazing influence in my life. I spent more time with her as a child than I think with my own parents!! I LOVED being at G-ma's! I can still smell the laundry, which she just brought in from the line, being pressed--yummy smelling Lavendar Sachet. I can also hear her iron perculating. She would always let me help with chores, cooking, whatever, although I understand now that I must have been in the way an awful lot! She never let me know that though. My favorite thing was her laying me on the couch with an afghan knitted by my Great Gram while she played and practiced hymns for church on Sunday. I would fall asleep so soundly! Even as a college student I would burst through her doors exhausted from finals and plop onto the couch while she would play me all of my favorite hymns--what a wonderful way to unwind and relax! Yep, I would still fall asleep...15 years hadn't changed a thing! I still have that afghan too :] As I grew older, my love and admiration for her grew even deeper. She never went to college, but she has so much wisdom from Scripture. Her humbleness and servanthood are amazing to me. I finally understood why she constantly had a song on her lips--and I now make that a daily practice of mine. It alters your entire mindset and attitude when you make a conscious decision to praise the Lord continually, no matter the situations that arise around you. Needless to say, there isn't a day that passes in which she is not on my mind. I know that she's not perfect, but she's my gram. And she's one of the greatest blessings in my life!

But it is also a bittersweet day for her as it is also the day my Pap died 7 years ago. I was the only one with him when he left this earth and entered Heaven. What an experience. The years have definately made it better to deal with the emotions, but WOW do I miss him! He would have had such a blast with our kiddos--I can hear him really laughing at Brayden's stories, getting a kick out of fiesty Savannah Banana, and holding Sweet Sophia with tears in his eyes. He really became a softy in his older years :) I'm so thankful that I made a special trip from college with Daryl so that they could meet. I treasure the pictures I took that day of us and the two of them talking in the livingroom, Pap holding Daryl's hand the entire time. It would be the one and only time they would spend together. The next time Daryl returned was for his funeral less than 2 weeks later.

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May is also the month of Aunt Peep (17th) & Aunt Jan's (20th) birthday. Two more women that are very special in my life. Its so amazing to see my own kids now loving to be with them and doing much of the same things with them that I loved to do when I was little! I could write a book about each of them, but I'll spare you the reading and me the tears. I just know that God has blessed me immensely with family. I've known that all my life and now get to share that with my little ones

We also had our nephew Landon's second birthday (18th) and Mama Yount & cousin, Stephanie (7th), and our B-I-L Scott's(26th)! If I'm missing anyone, let me know...the more the merrier, huh?

Smiles for your heart

2008-05-15T08:25:00.006-04:00

Thought I'd share some pictures to warm your heart...these little ones bless my life in so many ways. I'm often humbled (repeatedly) throughout the day that I was deemed worthy enough by Our Lord to care for these munchkins! What an amazing, amazing blessing. I have been so graciously reminded this morning that my schedule and list of accomplishments is not as important as His are for me.

My most important "job" in life is the caring for and nurturing of my husband and kids--spiritually, physically, emotionally, etc. My life is so greatly blessed because of Daryl and, consequently, our three little tikes. I just wanted to share my gratitude and humbled heart for the blessings in my life today...especially because the Lord has turned my sour attitude into gratitude this morning and given me a bite of humble pie. Thank you, Jesus!!

The kiddos were out yesterday driving around the yard in the Red Race Car and it was sooooooo funny! I was chasing them with my camera in tow. Loved it!!!! Hope you have a great day!

*P.S. Scroll down to our garden post to see pix I just uploaded. The only one I was unable to get was Sophia eating the dirt! HAHAHA!!!

Bruised AND broken!!!

2008-05-14T15:13:00.004-04:00

That would be our little Savannah. Bruised face--broken collarbone. Yes, you read that correctly. I had her to our Dr.'s first thing this morning for x-rays to confirm what we had already suspected (thanks Jennifer for your impromptu eval at our house!). She did her x-rays like a champ, albeit somewhat reserved, but she did great nonetheless. And I could see the break as clear as day as soon as the tech processed them. I was the one kicking myself for not having known sooner! We're not sure if it happened when she collided with Logan or when she fell off the bed during her nap OR a combo of the two or even something totally different. Dr. says this is common...I sure hope not in this house! All that being said, she's doing great. Wrapped up in a figure-8 ACE wrap and running through the yard as if nothing happened! Oh, and a little Motrin on board for the pain :]

The two photos above are Savannah right after her collision with Logan--instant purple egg on her head. Its now morphed into a greenish-yellow and has moved down the center of her face and around her eyes. So cute, eh?? She kinda looks like the Beast instead of Belle(from Beauty and the Beast)!

I haven't taken any shots of her all wrapped up yet, so maybe I can get to those later. Until then, pray for a fast and great healing at the site! And, yes, I am thankful that she didn't need casted, surgery, or anything crazy--the break was a "clean" one--no crazy edges or fragments...so there are blessings in this!!

Head-banging

2008-05-13T16:13:00.003-04:00

That would sum up Savannah's start to her week :[ Please keep her in your prayers--she's pretty bruised and swollen from colliding into Logan's head on Sunday afternoon and then falling out of bed yesterday. Its been a rough start, but with the help of some Motrin and Momma's round-the-clock watch she's doing pretty good. I guess it just looks worse than what it is! I'm working a 10-hour shift for a friend, so Daryl is holding down the fort. Pix and the whole story (along with some Mother's day updates) to follow later!

YAY for our garden!

2008-05-09T15:45:00.004-04:00

We managed to get our entire garden planted yesterday! I am SO EXCITED that I could yell for joy at the top of my lungs!!! I love gardening. Its my favorite "fast food".

You know me--a sucker for nostalgia...my dad planted a big garden when we were growing up. My older sister and I can still recall very vividly the many times we grabbed some string beans or other snacks while on-the-go in our yard. And oh the many yummy soups, watermelon, salads, etc. that came from that garden and our fruit trees in the yard!!

I have been dreaming of the day when we would have enough land to plant a real garden. I did manage to grow a few things in our miniscule yard when we lived in a development. And last year I planted my tomatos in 5 gallon paint buckets so we could take them with us when we moved!! Nothing could stop me! MUAHAHAHA!(insert crazy Count-like laughter from Sesame Street)

Even funnier is when I brought home the seed packets and precious tomato and pepper plants last Friday and showed them to Daryl. It was obvious by his facial expression that his mental image of My Garden differed from mine. (What, honey, you weren't picturing the 20 by 55 foot mini Garden of Eden?! :]) But, being the amazing man that he is, he rented a rototiller and plotted my garden out on paper (to scale, I might add)...then we got to work! We tilled,--yes, I tilled my fair share--then plotted, then planted. I did 98% of the planting, as Daryl had to get off to work. It was fabulous...but a bit time consuming. The kids had a blast helping. Brayden kept talking about how we were going to get so much food from all these seeds :] I CAN'T WAIT!

Now the last part is to put up our fence to keep the rabbits out. Daryl and I are hoping to do it on Saturday, but we'll see. Granny and Pap will be here so maybe they'll want to help!

Oh, and yes, I requested a canning set for my birthday in advance so I can stock us up for the years to come! YAY!!!!