It is in the Bible.
If you were a fly buzzing around our school area today (Why do we still have flies? It is slightly annoying.) this is what you would have heard as mommy evidently went into her own little world:
1 Samuel 20:6 "If your father misses me at all, tell him, ‘David earnestly asked my permission to hurry to Bellefontaine, his hometown..."
Yeah, at this point Libby and I were rolling on the ground laughing. I did recover enough to finish the passage eventually.
Monday, October 29, 2012
It is in the Bible.
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Friday, October 26, 2012
Although I would never have predicted that scenario, that is the case for where my life has ended up. (And, just so you know, I am ok with that.) Earlier this month, both Libby and Grace were entered into a tractor pull that was held at the Fall Festival across the road from us.
Grace, who was entered in the 4 & Under group, went up against six other kiddos and came in second place. She was one pedal cycle away from a "full pull" (a new word to my vocabulary). I have always known she was my monkey, but never imagined that she would barrell down an aisle to win the right to go to the Iowa State Tractor Pull next September. It isn't mandatory that we take her, but I think we will probably go anyway. :)
Libby went up against about 7 other 7 year olds, as well. Although she didn't win any medals, she still had one proud momma! She wasn't about to give up! I was so proud of her for continuing to push even when it hurt and wasn't going anywhere.
Friday, October 19, 2012
On to the birthday boy! John just turned three and he is crazy and wild as always. He is full of life and has LOTS of energy! He loves, loves, LOVES his vehicles (thus the request for an airplane cake) and can always be found with some type of vehicle in his hand and some type of motor noise on his lips. Except when he is making his vhicles talk to each other. Imagine a high pitched voice saying, "Hi, I am geen motor-kycle," to which comes the same voice replying, "Oh, that's nice. I am beeg dump truck." Cut the poor boy some slack...he does have sisters afterall. He is the kindest three year old you'll ever meet. He knows when to say "please" and "thank you" and "you're welcome" and does not need to be prompted. He can play for hours on end by himself if he is in the mood, but also has moods where he would MUCH rather pester his sisters! They
Overall, he makes me so glad that I have the chance to raise a precious little boy! I can't wait to see where he takes us this next year!