tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136035822024-03-13T08:35:56.161-07:00T.A.Day In The Life..............Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-38847773272716961822011-06-25T20:08:00.000-07:002011-06-25T20:08:58.110-07:00God's Transforming Stories!: Get Up And Walk!<a href="http://godstransformingstories.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-up-and-walk.html?spref=bl">God's Transforming Stories!: Get Up And Walk!</a>: "Are you tired? Are you broken? Are you sick? Is your life just like a roller coaster that you just want off of? It's Time to get UP and Walk..."Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-1591544000522090582011-06-13T20:06:00.000-07:002011-06-13T20:06:19.181-07:00Tiffany's Bookshelf: Get Up and Walk, by Jewels Staiger<a href="http://tiffanysbookshelf.blogspot.com/2011/06/get-up-and-walk-by-jewels-staiger.html">Tiffany's Bookshelf: Get Up and Walk, by Jewels Staiger</a>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-42112497683043415322010-08-15T17:51:00.000-07:002010-08-15T18:01:56.474-07:00Not What it Used to Be<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">The night before last, Trevor was doing something, and when he stopped he walked over to me rubbing his back and said to me, "My back just isn't what it used to be!" LOL</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Oh, Trevor, I love you my sweet boy!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">This weekend we have been at Mom and Dad's for "The Hats!" I'll post a video here soon!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Dad had his 60th High School Class Reunion, so we handled the entertainment!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">I sang 'His Eye is On the Sparrow,' Diana (my sister) sang 'They Could Not,' and then a bunch of the Grandson's and Abbey did "The Hats."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Today, Sunday, we have all just been SO stinkin tired! We didn't go to church because we were all just so pooped! I am having a bit of a Crohn's flare - so I had some 'issues' today, and had to go to urgent care.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Later in the day, the kids were running in the yard, and Trevor stopped before it was over, we (Dave and I) asked, "What's wrong Trevor, you not feeling well?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Trevor said, "No, I just can't run like I used to do!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Bahahahaha</span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-30119040800764975852010-08-13T21:01:00.000-07:002010-08-13T21:01:00.223-07:00T.A.D.ay In The Life..............: Blog Talk Radio Interview!<a href="http://tadstaiger.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-talk-radio-interview.html">T.A.D.ay In The Life..............: Blog Talk Radio Interview!</a>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-44375390063572656732010-08-13T20:56:00.000-07:002010-08-13T20:56:35.517-07:00Blog Talk Radio Interview!<a href="http://www.lucyannmoll.com/beautifulwarrior/?p=1360">julie staiger: miracle mom</a><br /><br />I was interviewed on Blog Talk Radio! If you'd like to have a listen, here's the link (above).Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-77093677680382223492010-08-12T19:44:00.000-07:002010-08-12T19:47:54.869-07:00An 'Incident'I had to chuckle today! The kids and I were driving down the road, and all of a sudden, Dylan says (ever so seriously); "I believe there must have been an Incident back there at that park!"<br /><br />It was all I could do to not bust out laughing at how he said it! He was SO serious, and I didn't even know he KNEW the word "Incident!" LOL<br /><br />I asked him why he thought that, and he said, "Well, there was a man with a mask on and he had a great big round tube that was sucking stuff up!"<br /><br />I don't know WHAT the man at the park was doing, but my son was right! No matter what it was, it was "An Incident!"Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-49459331875068509362010-08-05T21:46:00.000-07:002010-08-05T22:01:07.472-07:00Knowing Jesus, Proud Momma, Wonderful Babies!A little over a week ago, a friend of ours was in a horrible car accident. Mike was delivering papers for his family's paper route, something he didn't always do as he has a full time job, but took it to give the family a break this one morning.<br />While on the route, he pulled in front of a pick-up truck that he didn't see according to a witness, and was badly injured.<br />Mike has not woke up yet since the accident, but the doctor is expecting a full recovery.<br />When my husband got the call from Mikes wife, and told the kids and I, both Trevor and Dylan wanted to know "Does your friend have Jesus in his heart?"<br />Dave answered, "Yes, yes he does! He actually is the one that led daddy to Jesus when we were teenagers! He loves Jesus very much!"<br />Then one of the boys said to Dave, "That must make you feel much better."<br />WOW, I am such a proud momma right now. What an amazing thing to know that your nine year old children 'Get It.'<br />That they know that having Jesus in your heart gives peace, and fulfillment!<br /><br />Today, the kids and I went to pick up Willy, one of my former youth, to go to his probation meeting. Willy has been into some trouble, but he's trying to get his life together, and has asked Jesus to come into his life and change him. My kids adore Willy, and like some of the other youth, refer to Willy as one of their Big Brothers.<br /><br />After Will's meeting, I decided to take he and the kids to the County Fair! Everyone was looking forward to it, and Will was looking forward to just being out of the Mission for a while! (Unfortunately, with nowhere to live, he's currently living in a homeless shelter. BUT we often pick him up for meetings and other things, and take him out to eat or to just spend time)<br />Anyway, as we were driving to the fair, an ambulance was passing us going the opposite direction. Personally, before I was married or had kids, I would pray for the person or people that were hurting or sick whenever I saw an ambulance go by with their lights and sirens on. My kids have adapted this 'habit' also. Not long ago while the kids and I were at home, I came out of the bathroom and they told me that an ambulance had just gone down our street! I asked them "Did you pray?" They all three said to me ever-so-seriously "Yes!"<br /><br />So on our way to the fair today, the ambulance passed us, and before anyone could say a word, Dylan said from the backseat "Mommy, let's pray!"<br />So, sitting at the red light I prayed the prayer we always do! "Lord - if the person that is hurt or sick doesn't know You, please send someone to introduce them to You! If they do know You, please give them peace right now, and let them know that someone is praying for them. In Jesus' name, Amen." And the whole car silently said "Amen"<br /><br />aaahhhhhh again, My Mommas heart could NOT be more proud.<br />Thank you Jesus for such wonderful babies!Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-42870725143427856122010-08-02T00:35:00.000-07:002010-08-02T00:47:05.141-07:00What is the meaning of this? And who is T.A.D. anyway?<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >OK, first of all, to anyone who may not know, T.A.D. stands for the triplets names. Trevor, Abbey and Dylan. T.A.D or TADpoles, is how we refer to them in cards, letters and sometimes when I'm too lazy to call out all three names for supper! So, that's where T.A.D.ay in the Life comes from - kinda like Ta Da! a day in the life! get it? get it? ;)<br /><br />Ok, anyway, I just wanted to explain that and explain that this blog is in NO WAY meant to be a ministry or serious blog. If you're looking for that, you need to go to my website <a href="http://www.juliestaiger.com">www.juliestaiger.com </a> The only ministering you will get here is most likely to be to your funny bone! However, there are times when I will post something serious or touching that has taken place, so you never know. Out of the mouths of babes, right?<br /><br />This blog is full of fun stories about my kiddos, and silly things we do, or sometimes touching stories that will bring a tear to the ole' eye. It's like a HUGE love letter from Me to Them!<br />I invite you to read along and enjoy with me some of the crazy things that go on in our household and reminisce over some memories of the trio growing up. (I've been here for quite a while, so feel free to read the archives!)<br /><br />Thanks for being here and joining me in my tribute to the three most amazing kids I know! TAD!<br /><br />Enjoy!!!</span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-90876755431609865642010-07-22T21:05:00.000-07:002010-07-22T21:10:10.816-07:00Robots and the Future<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">I had a conversation with my daughter tonight. Abbey - out of the blue - asked me this;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">"Mom, you know how in the future robots might be everywhere and might run more stuff?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">I said, "Yes, that would be kinda cool, wouldn't it!?"</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">She says, "Yes it would.........I think that might happen in 'our' life."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">Now, let me explain something. When a triplet says "our" (at least MY triplets) they mean themselves, and the other two. So, when she said "I think that might happen in 'our' life." I understood perfectly well that she meant when her and her brothers grew up. Sometime during their life, she thinks the Robot thing will be bigger! BUT after thinking for a moment she said to me.................EVER SO SERIOUSLY!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;">"Too bad you won't be around."</span></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-29795959193302914052010-05-21T22:37:00.000-07:002010-05-21T22:48:58.923-07:00Staiger Musical<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">The kids made me laugh so hard tonight I was crying! We went to meet with Sarah in Sandusky. She's working for the Cedar Point Police, and is living in Sandusky now, so the kids and I went to have dinner with her and hang out for a bit.<br />Sandusky is an hour away, so we set out for the drive around 4:30 to get there for dinner!<br />Before we even got very far, Trevor had to go to the bathroom, SO we stopped at WalMart, and went in to go potty.<br /><br />Once we got into Sandusky we got a little turned around, and Sarah had to end up coming to meet us and going to the restaurant instead of us going to her apartment first. By the time we were pulling into Olive Garden, myself and both boys needed to PEE!<br /><br />I started to sing a little song about it, and in the deepest most dramatic voice I could muster I sang "We have to Pee! (pause) We have to PEE!!!"<br /><br />Then I sang it again, and in the backseat there was a little higher pitched yet soft voice that repeated "we have to pee!"<br />So I giggled and Trevor said "Do it again mommy, like we are singing a musical!"<br />So what followed won't be as funny written down as it sounded, but just use your imaginations and try to hear in your mind what just happened in our car! Think along the lines of "HMS Pinafore", or some other Older Musical. It went something like this:<br /><br />Me: (deep and dramatic) "We have to pee!"<br /><br />Boys: (high, soft quiet little voices yet bouncy) "We have to pee!"<br /><br />Me: "We have to pee!"<br /><br />Boys: "We have to pee!"<br /><br />Me: "We have to pee like a RussianRaceHorse!!"<br /><br />Boys: "We have to pee like a RussianRaceHorse!"<br /><br />All: "We have to pee We have to Pee We have to PEEEEE!!!!"<br /><br />And we all burst into giggles!!!! If you see us, ask us to sing our "Pee Musical" for you! We will gladly oblige!<br /></span></span></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-17477633566127371652010-05-18T22:27:00.000-07:002010-05-18T22:43:07.386-07:00Being TRUE<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Unfortunately, I'm still learning at 39, that there are those in this world who ACT like they will be "True" friends, and those who ARE true friends. I want to teach my kids to always be a True friend, and if they don't think they can be to any certain person, then they just need to walk away! I don't want my babies to EVER be fake!<br /><br />I've met all kinds of people in this life so far. People who use, people who abuse, people who are "fair weather" friends, people who only are your friend as long as you are giving them or MAY give them what THEY want!<br /><br />I want myself surrounded by friends that are truly interested in me and my life, as much as I am in theirs! I want friends that will cry with me and laugh with me and rejoice with me over accomplishments.<br /><br />I never have and never WILL have room for FAKE friends. But what REALLY gulls me is FAKE friends that call themselves Christians! SHAME one THEM! They seem to be soooo "spiritual" until of course you get to know them better and realize they were only showing that part of them when it would get them somewhere. GOD KNOWS! He knows your Heart and Mind!<br /><br />Yes, I've recently come to realize one of those FAKE people where NOT who I thought they were!<br /><br />It made me think about my kids, and the fact that I always want them to be TRUE! I want to teach them that when you say you're a friend to someone, that that means being there for the person, but also always being true and honest and open with that person too! To be a friend, you don't use people. You treat them with respect and dignity, and you don't just "Yank Chains" everywhere you go just so people will like you! Because - EVENTUALLY they WILL find you out! Then you WILL be left with NO friends. Above all else, I want them to love people as God would have them love them! Would He lie, or mislead, or "Yank your Chain," and pretend to be interested? NOPE HE is TRULY interested in your life, and He CANNOT lie or "mislead" - He would NEVER EVER pretend to be more interested, because He just IS interested!<br /><br />I can't STAND Fake, Arrogant, Misleading, Lying People!!! I WILL pray EVERY day that my children will never be like that, or have to put up with some, like the ones I've come across!<br /></span></span></span></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-7094229784618141282009-10-22T01:00:00.000-07:002009-10-22T22:33:10.796-07:00Boob-A-Rings and Other Things!I've recently decided - with a little nudge from a friend that I'm going to write a book. Im going to write my "story" like I've wanted to and needed to for a LONG time. I've seriously felt that God is even calling me to do such a thing! Do you all realize that when I was 12 I envisioned myself having twins someday, I desired to be a pastors wife someday AND I had my very first piece of writing published with the Nazarene Church. At the time, I never realized so many meaningful moments were happening right under my nose. Of course I was still a child so at that point it was all just a bunch of dreams to me. Little did I realize that God was preparing my heart for the things to come many many years and tears later.<br />I've also decided I really need to start a new blog that maybe not everyone close to me needs to know about. Once in a while a girl just needs to vent but this blog is not the place.....this is mostly about my babies - so I will leave you with this - Dave gave the kids each a little toy today. The boys each had some "action figures" and Trevor let me know that his guys had some weapons/toys and one guy even had a BOOB-A-RING!Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-32772085203442131162009-10-02T21:13:00.000-07:002009-10-02T21:58:21.827-07:00Jesus - Santa - and Growing Up.........Over the last few years different people have tried to "ruin" the fun of Santa at Christmas. Now, my kids KNOW that Jesus is THE reason for Christmas. They will tell anyone that asks what Christmas is about that its because Jesus was born for us. But we also like Santa and have always done the Santa thing at Christmas. I've been part of conversations in which Im made to feel Im doing something "un Christian" by doing the "Santa Thing." The theory being tht if/when my kids learn that Santa is not real they may also think that I 'lied' to them about Jesus. First of all I say that's not giving Jesus much credit because belief in Him does not depend on Santa! Let me explain something......Jesus is REAL and Santa is not. Jesus' Holy Spirit bears witness to our spirit.....Santa is not real so cannot bear witness to anything. Jesus changes lives........Santa is not real so is not able to change people's lives for the better OR for the worse. My kids will know that Jesus is real regardless of Santas 'unrealness' because Jesus has done many miracles within our family and because they've asked Him into their hearts and He will show them that He's real. <br />Another thing that has been said to me and my kids - well from kids to kids in my presence is that "Santas dead!" "what? that's not true - mommy is Santa dead?" as I struggle to find words that aren't destructive the other parent says "Yes!" ok....not what I was looking for. Talk about aggravating! No matter what your convictions are about ANY topic you do NOT take the lead for someone elses children! EVER!!! I ended up telling them "He's dead for them but not for us" of course while I seethed inside, but at the time it worked. By the way it was said again by the same family and I told them to keep it to themselves and don't bring it up ever again!<br />Now, the day has come. Not long ago Trevor caught me under his pillow leaving money and taking his tooth, so they figured out that I am the tooth fairy. No Biggie. The other day Dylan said "Mommy I think YOU are Santa. Are you?" I was able to blow it off and avoid it for just a bit but today he asked me again in front of the other two. I fessed up and told them that Yes, daddy and I are Santa. I told them about the real St Nick and that he's why we still "pretend" Santa and that most little kids including ME (and I still love Jesus by the way) believe when we're kids and then we larn the story and its just something fun to play. Abbey and Dylan felt smart for figuring it out but I could tell Trevor was kinda bummed although he's already over it. I think I ws more sad than anything that that fun childish part of their lives is over. That I will never have that back. But!!!! And Listen Up! Its been ONE WEEK today since they learned that Santa is not real and they haven't ONCE asked me if that means that Jesus is not real. As a matter of fact - they still pray - still read their Bible stories with us and still BELIEVE!! And why? Because Jesus IS real and they just KNOW that. Because in our family He I not something we jut "play" but that we Believe and Follow DAILY!! Because he is PART of our home and lives and Santa was just something we........played!Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-5585502672268061822009-02-18T20:41:00.000-08:002009-02-21T20:53:53.964-08:00SorryThe kids all finally have their own Nintendo DS's. We had bought two over time, then for Christmas, Dylan got the new one, Trevor and Abbey each inherited the other two, plus they got new games and each got a carrying case for their DS.<br />Now everyone is happy................except mommy.<br />Now, I don't have "my own" DS!!!! I like to play too!<br />I actually have a game or two that only I play, and they know those are "mommy's games." However, one of them, I let them play, as long as they don't "save" when they are done. That way if they've done something that would ruin the game for me, it's not permanent, but yet they can still play and have fun. We all win! Right? WRONG!<br /><br />Things were going well. They would play without saving, then I would play at night, get us to a new level, save it, then they'd get to play with the "new parts" of the game the next day, and then not save etc etc etc. This is how it all worked!<br /><br />Well, I finally saved up enough points/game money whatever it is to do something BIG in the game, and was so proud of myself (yeah, I know, I'm regressing). I was pumped! The game was finally getting somewhere!<br /><br />THEN it happened! I opened up the DS last night, turned on the game, and POOF all my money/points whatever was GONE! ALL GONE!!! And the animals on the farm that I have to take care of??? One dead, the rest were sick!!! WHAT HAPPENED!!!!<br /><br />Dylan Happened! He neglected my animals, bought some useless things, and then SAVED IT! The ONE thing he was NOT supposed to do! It took me DAYS to get there! gggrrr, I was frustrated, but it's just a game, at least that's what I kept repeating to myself as I repeated everything I had been doing in the stinkin game for weeks!!!!!!<br /><br />The next day I asked the kids "Ok, who did it!" "Not Me!" said Trevor,,,,,,"It wasn't me!" Said Abbey and I could tell by both of their faces that they not only knew what I was talking about without me even saying it, but they also knew WHO did "IT!"<br /><br />I went to Dylan and asked him "Why did you do this son after I've told you time and time again NOT to!? I know it's just a game, but I told you not to do something, and you did it anyway! Why?"<br /><br />And he said this "I just wanted you to have things, so I spent your game money! I did it for you!" THUD there went my heart.<br />But not for long. I went back to telling him basically "Thanks but no thanks!" LOL<br /><br />Later he came to me and sat on my lap and said "Mommy, you really hurt my feelings." I asked him why, and he told me it was because he wanted to do something special for me and surprise me with the game, but that I just got mad about it."<br /><br />I told him I was sorry, and that I was just upset becausse he did something I asked him NOT to do! I told him "It's all ok. Just please listen to mommy next time. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings. Thanks for doing nice things for me!"<br /><br />And you know what that stinker said? "I don't know if sorry is going to work!!!!!"<br /><br /><br />BAHAHAHAHA WWWAAAAAHHHH but mostly BAHAHAHAHAJewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-47969641004257170132008-12-20T18:37:00.001-08:002008-12-20T19:18:57.068-08:00Puberty, Cleverness, and Candle WaxOk, once again, it's been a couple of months. But BOY do I have some "tripletisms" to share.....<br /><br />Let's start with Abbey. You should be warned, the minute you find out you're pregnant with a girl, that it's going to be a roller coaster of emotions!<br />Yes, I am and was a girl, but I don't remember the emotions! WOW. Ok, my kids heard the word "puberty" and asked me what that was. SO, I told them what any sane mother would tell her 7 year old triplets; "It's when your voice becomes a little different." That's it. I didn't go into any other details! SOMEHOW though, my daughter learned that "boobs" are also a part of puberty. Not sure where that came from - still under investigation! So, she pulled up her shirt the other night, and asked me if I thought they looked any bigger!<br />Then, later she came to me and said "Look at how long my legs are getting!"<br />"Wow," I said "they sure are!"<br />She said "Look at how long my arms are! I for sure have a little bit of puberty! By the way mommy, does my voice sound different to you? Listen to me sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star for a minute."<br />Yes, my little girl is in the midst of wanting to be big, yet still being very little! It was cute and sad all at the same time! I played along, and said "yes, I guess you are getting MAYBE a very little tiny bit of puberty, but you still have a LONG way to go baby!"<br /><br />Later that night, as I was tucking them in, and saying prayers with them, I came to my little girl, and she asked me more questions about puberty. I answered as age apporpriate as I could, then said "don't grow up too fast honey. Someday you'll wish you DIDN"T get puberty."<br />She thought a minute, and then the tears came. The came in a torrentual downpour! I asked "Whats wrong? you were just smiling and pumping your fist in the air, cuz you were happy about getting bigger! Why are you crying!?" I was truly perplexed......Then she said "I don't want to be big. I want to still be your baby, and not grow up!"<br />My heart broke for her. I'm not sure what she's going through right now. But I know I need to tread carefully. I'm not sure what to say, yet I feel the need to just hold her more than say anything.<br />I ended up letting her come to my room, and cuddle. I let her be my baby for the night. And the next day? She had her babies out, and was diapering them up, and playing little mommy again. Not another word about puberty.<br /><br />I love holding on to the innosence. Trevor is a little mommy's boy right now. He constantly worries about me, asking "Is mommy ok?" <br />"Yes Trevor"<br />he replies "Ok, just checking"<br />I asked him one day "Why are you always coming back from inside, or into the room I'm in just to ask if I'm ok honey?" and he told me at first that he didn't want to say. I told him whatever it was, it's ok, that I was just curious.<br />He then told me "I'm just afraid that I'm going to look for you , and you'll be dead."<br />UGH. I think this past Mothers Day when I shared my testimony, he caught on to more than he ever has. I can't think why else he would have that in his head. Maybe it's the age? I dunno. Whatever the reason, it broke my heart. I assured him that I'm not going anywhere.<br />You may ask, "how can you say that? You don't know what tomorrow holds!" But I do know Who holds my hand! I know that I've almost died before, but HE brought me back into living!<br />I've been septic, and He's healed me! I've had a brain tumor, and He took it away and left scar tissue just to prove that He did something with something! So, yes, I feel that I can say with some assurance, that He has a plan, and that the plan for me is to raise my babies!<br />Trevor is a smart boy though. Not much gets by him. He's always coming up with questions that you would think ' really? and you're only seven?' ha ha<br />But then, he's the one that gets the most into the whole Santa business! Last year, my brother and sister in laws kids told my kids that Santa is dead. I told them "He's dead for them, but not for us." and they were ok with that. They just trust what I say. Recently, my sister and one of my best friends had a discussion that I stayed out of. Neither ever let their kids believe in Santa, they just "played" Santa. That's fine. I'm not knocking that at all! After all, Jesus is the real reason for Christmas.<br />But the reason behind my sisters thinking, was that if she let her kids believe in Santa, only to find out he's not real, then they'd grow up wondering if she lied to them about Jesus too!<br />I believed in Santa till I was 7 or 8 and then found out that Santa was my mom and dad. I was fine with that. Since then, any questioning of my faith came from the natural growing process, not from my parents letting me believe in Santa as a child. That NEVER once entered my mind. SO, I think I'll let them keep that innocense just a little bit longer.<br />As we went to the fire hall to see Santa the other night, we were walking to the door, and Trevor wanted to know if it was the real Santa inside. I reminded him that Santa has lots of helpers, so it could be that it was one of the helpers. Then he said "Well, if it's the real Santa, where'd he put his sleigh?" LOL Then they all decided that it was either a helper, or that Santa didn't bring the sleigh knowing that there'd be no place to park it, because the streets where too full with cars!<br /><br />We were late getting decorations up for Christmas this year. But they are finally up! It was Dylans year to put the star on the tree, Trevor did it last year, and next year is Abbey. They just started asking last year to do it, so we are now taking turns. They all love to help decorate, and they love the candles and houses mommy puts out. I'll light candles, and they want to blow them out.<br />So, at night before we go to bed, I let them blow them. The other night, I was in the bathroom, and Trevor followed me in and was having a chat, not caring that I was "doing my business" as he calls it! LOL<br />All of a sudden we heard blood curdling screams from both his brother and his sister! He ran out to see what was happening, and at the same time Abbey came in crying hysterically about Dylan getting something in his eye! I got out of her, that she didn't know what had happened, but when she heard her brother scream and hold his eye, she was afraid for him, and started screaming and crying too!<br />I went to find out what happened, and Dave told me that Dylan was helping blow out candles, and had blown on one too hard, and some wax blew back at him in the face! My poor baby got hot wax on his eyelid and cheeck, and it wasn't pretty! He turned out to be ok. It hurt, but I think it was more scary than anything! I was holding him, and getting residual wax off his cheek, and he was starting to calm down. Abbey came to sit beside us and was having a hard time controlling her tears. I told her that he was "fine, and that he'd even stopped crying, so don't worry!"<br />Just then, he started to have this deep saddness kind of cry, and she said "he's still crying!" So she joined in. Dylan said "But it's not about that!" Abbey and I both asked him "what's it about then?"<br />Well, he told me he wanted to tell me in my ear. Which is a very poplular thing right now around here to do! He and I went back to my room, and I knelt in front of him and asked him why he was so utterly sad if it didn't hurt so much anymore?<br />I had already even told him he could stay in my room for the night, and I could keep an eye on his eye!<br />He looked at my with all his seven years, and wailed "because I'm afraid when I'm sleeping with you, that while we're asleep, I"M GONNA DIIIIEEEEEee!" and he fell into my arms.<br />OH, how my heart broke for him!!! I held him and said "Oh honey, you are NOT going to die. You're fine. I promise you that you will NOT be dying." That's all it took. He just trusted that, and as he held on to my neck for dear life, he simply replied through his tears "Oookay Momma!"<br /><br />It's occures to me every once in a while, moreso at times like these than at others, that I have three little beings that totally trust me. They totally trust what I say and what I do! I'm praying that I can be the person they need me to be. That I'm the mom that God intends for me to be. That I teach them His ways, while instilling in them what a loving God He is. That I correct them, while letting them know that it's only because I love them and want them to be good people. That although I'll screw up, more than I'd like, that I'll be a big enough person to admit my faults to them, and work things out together. But that their faith will always be in God before me. I'm not totally sure how to do all of this, but I'm working on it............Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-22174465045754420732008-08-21T19:31:00.000-07:002008-08-21T19:31:52.470-07:00MySpace.com Blogs - JulS MySpace Blog - A Day In The Life Of Me....<a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=45510858">MySpace.com Blogs - JulS MySpace Blog - A Day In The Life Of Me....</a>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-27691278474626292952008-08-20T19:27:00.000-07:002008-08-20T19:33:26.445-07:00Lovey Dovey Boys<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;">I'm soooooo blessed! I love having boys. Yes, I love my girl. Don't you ever think that I don't! However, there's just something that Boys do for their mommies that no one else can do!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">They compliment. They love unconditionaly. They adore. They take care of their mommies.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">This morning after waking up. I wasn't quite ready to get up since I only had about 2 hours of sleep. I told the kids they could hang out in my room or play in theirs, but to give mommy a few more minutes!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">Next thing I knew, I felt someone get on the bed behind me, ever so quietly and carefully. Then this little person started to gently rub my arm and hair. After a few minutes of doing this, I heard whispered in my ear "I'll be right back" and then a blankie was put over my arm so I didn't get chilly. It was Trevor, and he's been ever so lovey dovey lately. He always has been, but lately it's been HUGE.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;">When he came back in, Dylan came in behind him, saw what he was doing for me, and decided he would do the same. So there I lay, with my two little men pampering me, and taking care of their mamma. It was ever so sweet!</span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-32969989742744158532008-08-20T18:38:00.000-07:002008-08-20T18:55:19.743-07:00History<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>Ok, I have GOT to tell you all about the little trip the kids and I took today. I took them to the Wood County Historical Museum. It was very interesting. They loved looking at all of the "really old stuff" just like their momma does!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>The museum is actually the old County Home. It housed the poor back in the late 1800's and early 1900's. There was a lot of GREAT history there! While there though, we went to look at the "Asylum" where the "crazy people" went to. It's actually called "The Lunatic House."</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>There was a list in there of different reasons why someone would have been sent to the House back in the day......some where these; Constipation, Masturbation, Religion, talking out loud to God, Women's weaknesses, and the list goes on.......Ridiculous!!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>OK, so we're looking in this place at these very tiny rooms, and I was trying to explain to the kids how unfair it was that some people were put in there, and there really wasn't anything wrong with them!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>I explained that sometimes if someone had a problem going potty, then they put them in the "Crazy House." I told them "if someone loved Jesus, and talked to Him alot, they put them in the crazy house sometimes!" Then I whispered to them, (although we were the only ones in there at the time) "sometimes, if people played with their pee pees, they put them in the crazy house!"</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>They thought all of this was absolutely LUDICROUS! The rooms were interestingly small. There were bars on the windows. One room had an open Bible on a trunk in the corner, and some playing cards on the small bed. They concluded that this was the persons room who loved Jesus, so the people thought they were crazy and put them in this room.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>Well, tonight after all was said and done. Supper was over, baths had been taken, and we were ready for bed. I asked Dylan "Did you tell daddy about the Crazy House?" and he said "Oh no, I didn't...."<br />He went to find his daddy, and I listened from outside the door of the room they were in. The conversation was totally one sided, as Dylan explained some things, and I listened intently!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>"Daddy, we went to the museum, and we saw the crazy house and there was a room that was purple and one that was blue, and the one that was blue had a Bible because the person loved Jesus, and so they put him in there with bars on the windows because he wanted to get out because he wasn't crazy, but he left his Bible and his cards there, and they played with their weenies, and he died."</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>So yea, I had to do a bit more explaining after hearing that. To Dave, and then to Dylan. But only AFTER I got my giggles under control!</strong></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-5181122492811296952008-05-31T15:38:00.000-07:002008-05-31T16:28:26.902-07:00Port A Potties, German Writings, and Two-Wheelers - a MUST READ<span style="color:#000099;">Ok, we'll start with Trevor, then on to Abbey then Dylan......................</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Two-Wheelers - I bought a small two wheel bike (meaning, no training wheels) for Trevor at Goodwill, for two dollars! It's a girls bike, but it's never even been mentioned by him that it is not a boys bike. It's pink, purple and blue with a pink baby seat in the back. He has just as much fun as any kid, with no inhibitions, which I LOVE about him. He carries dolls, bottled drinks, or "boulders" back there, and never cares one whit whether or not anyone would think it funny that he's riding a girls bike. It's just never crossed his mind! I love his innocence. Almost every day he asks if he can go ride his two wheeler. Ever since he taught himself to do it, in about a day, he is addicted to riding it. Now we have to get him used to riding his own bike without training wheels!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Secondly, I have to tell this little funny. We went to a graduation party today of the daughter of a friend of ours. I explained to the kids whose party we were going to, and what the party was for, last night. SO, this morning, Abbey was playing on PBSKids.org, and she came and asked me if I could print something out for Nicole (the graduate). I came and printed out this card that she made.</span><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#666600;">Ihpeuhv grat prde frum joley dav trevor abbey and dylan wer 6.7 son jlea ate</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#666600;">wenizurbirdea we luv u</span></strong></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">translation</span></strong> - <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I hope you have a great party. From Julie, Dave, Trevor, Abbey and Dylan. We are 6, soon to be 7 on July 8. When is your birthday? We Love You.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">The funniest part is this........................</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">When Nicole read her card, I of course had to do a little translating, and when we were finished she said this "Aw, that's so great Abbey. " then to me she asked "What language is that, German?" I laughed, "no, it's "six year old" language." ROFL</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Ok, and last but <strong>certainly</strong> not least, we'll do Dylans Funny.......</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">We went to Trevors C-Ball game today, and got a little lost for this "away" game. When we finally got there, Dylan had to pee pretty bad. (even though we had already stopped and he peed on the side of the road along a bunch of trees)</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I took him to the Port a Potty, and waited outside the door. He was taking SO long. I asked him if he was about done, and he yelled out "not done yet." And then proceeded to take a LONG time. So I opened the door, and he turned to look at me and every so seriously, with pee dripping from his hair, eyebrows, face, nose etc, said "I don't want to talk about it."</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I about LOST it~ I asked him what happened and he said "I'm cleaning it up. I don't want to talk about it." So, I helped him clean up, through my laughter. We both laughed for a while, then he asked me to stop, because I might embarrass him.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I'm still having a hard time getting that image out of my head. ROFLMBO</span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-85461799868397178192008-04-14T13:00:00.000-07:002008-04-14T10:44:17.146-07:00The Meaning of Hospitable<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">Ok, this is quite funny. While we were at mom and dad's this past week, we were discussing the meaning of some words, one of them was "Hospitable." I explained it to everyone, and later the boys asked me to repeat the meaning for them, so I did.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">Later that night I asked Trevor to tell Mammy and Pappy the meaning of Hospitable. Trevor said "I can't, I'm too shy."</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">So, I asked Dylan to tell them and he said this;</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">"SHEESH!!! You mean, they don't <span style="font-size:85%;">k</span><span style="font-size:100%;">n</span><span style="font-size:130%;">o<span style="font-size:180%;">w</span>?" (</span><span style="font-size:100%;">yes, his voice went up like that.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">Mom and I had the hardest time not giggling,but I then said, "no, they don't, could you tell them?"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">And he replied "Sheesh, Didn't their mom tell them???"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;">I then lost it!! </span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-15238184735277028072008-03-30T13:00:00.000-07:002008-03-31T10:21:10.306-07:00I WANT to love God<span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>This morning before church really even started; Trevor, for some reason, came to me this morning at church, out of the blue and told me "mommy" he whispered, "my head doesn't want me to love God, but I do. In here," he pointed to his chest, "in here I do mommy, it's just that my head doesn't want me to."<br /><br />WOW, what a statement! Out of the Mouths Of Babes, they say, right?<br /><br />Our heads tell us, "this is ridiculous, what am I doing? Is God even there? Does He care?" But it's called Faith. And in our hearts, we just have to decide that He is what we want. That we do love Him, because we KNOW that He loves us!<br /><br />For a SIX year old to share his faith with me like that, all on his little own, I know that My God Real, and I know that He has big plans for my little boy. WOW.</strong></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-64699258628020830932008-03-29T18:41:00.001-07:002008-03-31T10:21:36.472-07:00Remembering<span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>I was just (through an odd series of events on the computer and in my head - haha) on another bloggers site. For those of you who know me well, or who have heard me speak and sing and share my story, you know what my family has been through. It's been rough.<br />This other blog that I was on, brought back A LOT of memories. A mother has been told that her daughter will not be born. I remember the day when they told us the same thing. When the doctor so coldly told us that she probably wouldn't live, BUT if she did, she would/could be deformed or at the very least, very small and might not make it very long.<br />But I also remember the events in my life over the next days like they were yesterday, and the way that God made it clear to me that HE and only HE was in charge of whether or not my baby girl lived or died. And He made it abundantly clear that she would LIVE!<br />Not only did she live, but she was my BIGGEST baby!!<br />Please pray with me for this woman, this sister in Christ for her baby girl. Please pray that the Lord would give them a peace like He gave me that dreadful day. That VERY day he started to speak to my heart. Pray that this will happen for this woman also. God Is Good! If you've never heard about this before, please feel free to read MY STORY on www.jsministry.faithweb.com and again I say, God Is Good</strong></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-33247818959418571902008-03-24T20:39:00.000-07:002008-03-31T10:22:14.716-07:00Communion<span style="color:#993399;"><strong>With just having had Easter, and talking about the Crucifixion and what that means to us, it's been on everyone's minds here in our house.<br />I thought I'd share a few things about that.<br />For the first time, on Christmas Eve, the Triplets took Communion. Our church believes in 'open communion' in which anyone who has a personal love and relationship with Jesus Christ, and understands that they are taking it to basically thank Him, and remember Him, are welcome to participate. So we talked and talked and talked it over.<br />The kids did SO well. They were very reverent. I told them that as we went up to get the bread and'wine' that they should say "Thank You" to Jesus. So they did that.<br />NOW, here comes Easter. We don't have communion every Sunday like some churches might, so I'm not sure if there was another one between Christmas and Maundy Thursday Service or not. However, we once again decided to let the kids do it. Again, they were full of questions, and were telling US what they knew about it all.<br />Then there was a conversation something like this:<br /><br />"Dylan, why do we take communion?"<br />"Because Jesus died for us!"<br />"Why did He die for us?"<br />"So we can LIVE!!"<br /><br />Just so you know, that is not how I worded things with him when I explained it all, but that's what he got from everything, and I'm SO proud of him.<br />I'll write more on a couple of things about Abbey and Trevor tomorrow, but my eyes are droopy and my head is nodding! Good Night all.............</strong></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-43152958987548276342008-03-20T14:23:00.000-07:002008-03-20T14:31:39.493-07:00Sunny Day Homeschool<strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Today was SO nice. It's cold, but really sunny and the birds are out and about again!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">The kids and I went out, and were going to take a walk or ride bikes, but somehow we ended up picking up sticks instead. We talked about "Community" and what that means, and how picking up sticks and making our community look nice, was a good thing to do. It not only helps our community, it makes God happy.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">THAT"S what I like about homeschooling. THAT'S how I want to do things. Not were someone is keeping track of how many hours (5 a day) I'm doing, and what I'm doing. I thought that was what I needed, but I'm finding that I'm a pretty good teacher WITHOUT that step by step instruction. They learned more by doing that today, about community, than if we had done a paper on community.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">SO, next year, we are going to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">home school</span> on our own. No more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Internet</span> school. At least not now. Maybe when they're older. I'm excited about next year already. We've got LOTS of books and cool things for school next year already!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">WOOHOO</span>!</span></strong>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13603582.post-57517048773815170462008-03-18T22:03:00.001-07:002008-03-18T22:12:03.128-07:00Can't Believe It's Been So Long! - Birthday & "Beautiful as a Rose"I Cannot believe that I haven't written in a YEAR!! What is WRONG with me? (look below, it's like almost a year to the exact day!!! I did NOT do that on purpose! ha ha)<br />Wow, there's so much to tell, I probably won't get it all in this post. The kids and I are already planning their July Birthday party. We are going to have a Royal Ball. We're all so excited.<br />Abbey of course wants to be a Princess and the boys decided they would be Knights.<br />I'm hoping to have it at the Grotto in the back of Nazareth Hall, this BEAUTIFUL place down the street from us, that LOOKS like a castle. The kids think it is anyways. The yard out back and Grotto are Gorgeous. I meet with a lady from there (one of the owners) on Friday, so I'm hoping I can do it there for a VERY reasonable price, otherwise, the party will be in the church fellowship hall, and we'll just decorate it to our liking.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I have to share this tidbit. The other day, the kids and I went to my friend Mary's house to bake Easter Cookies. The kids went with her to walk the dogs, while I stayed at the house to read my book and just vegetate. I gave Trevor my cell phone, and told them that if they wanted to call me, that they could, but only if they needed to, and not too much. So, of course, they were ecstatic. I put her house number in, so that all he'd have to do is push the Send button twice, and "viola!"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>SO, of course, not long after they left, the phone rang. It was Trevor, and he told me "I love you mommy."</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I said "I love you too."</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Then he said "You Are As Beautiful As A Rose." aaaaawwwwwww</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span>Jewelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04732228994938704264noreply@blogger.com1