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Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Lovey Dovey Boys
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!
They compliment. They love unconditionaly. They adore. They take care of their mommies.
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!
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.
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!
They compliment. They love unconditionaly. They adore. They take care of their mommies.
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!
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.
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!
History
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!
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."
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!!!!
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!
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!"
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.
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...."
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!
"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."
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!
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."
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!!!!
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!
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!"
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.
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...."
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!
"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."
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!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Port A Potties, German Writings, and Two-Wheelers - a MUST READ
Ok, we'll start with Trevor, then on to Abbey then Dylan......................
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!
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.
Ihpeuhv grat prde frum joley dav trevor abbey and dylan wer 6.7 son jlea ate
wenizurbirdea we luv u
translation - 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.
The funniest part is this........................
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
Ok, and last but certainly not least, we'll do Dylans Funny.......
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)
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."
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.
I'm still having a hard time getting that image out of my head. ROFLMBO
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!
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.
Ihpeuhv grat prde frum joley dav trevor abbey and dylan wer 6.7 son jlea ate
wenizurbirdea we luv u
translation - 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.
The funniest part is this........................
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
Ok, and last but certainly not least, we'll do Dylans Funny.......
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)
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."
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.
I'm still having a hard time getting that image out of my head. ROFLMBO
Monday, April 14, 2008
The Meaning of Hospitable
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.
Later that night I asked Trevor to tell Mammy and Pappy the meaning of Hospitable. Trevor said "I can't, I'm too shy."
So, I asked Dylan to tell them and he said this;
"SHEESH!!! You mean, they don't know?" (yes, his voice went up like that.
Mom and I had the hardest time not giggling,but I then said, "no, they don't, could you tell them?"
And he replied "Sheesh, Didn't their mom tell them???"
I then lost it!!
Later that night I asked Trevor to tell Mammy and Pappy the meaning of Hospitable. Trevor said "I can't, I'm too shy."
So, I asked Dylan to tell them and he said this;
"SHEESH!!! You mean, they don't know?" (yes, his voice went up like that.
Mom and I had the hardest time not giggling,but I then said, "no, they don't, could you tell them?"
And he replied "Sheesh, Didn't their mom tell them???"
I then lost it!!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
I WANT to love God
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."
WOW, what a statement! Out of the Mouths Of Babes, they say, right?
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!
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.
WOW, what a statement! Out of the Mouths Of Babes, they say, right?
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!
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.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Remembering
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.
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.
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!
Not only did she live, but she was my BIGGEST baby!!
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
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.
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!
Not only did she live, but she was my BIGGEST baby!!
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
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