The Necessity Of Being Still

Wednesday, September 21, 2016


"Be still, or your piggie-tails will be crooked!"
"I can't!  I just can't be still!"

This is an argument that Ladybug and I have at least once a week, if not more.  She loves to wear her hair in pig-tails, but just as much hates having to be still for the process.  I can't even imagine what we would have to endure if I could actually braid hair.  Ladybug is an active four-and-a-half-year-old, and some part of her body is moving from the time she truly wakes up in the morning, until some point after we've tucked her in bed for the night.  She lives by this constant motion, and I believe she thinks she thrives by it.  To be still means to be missing out on something or not doing something that she is certain that she needs to do, even if it's just waving her arms as she sings a song she's making up in her head as she goes.

Isn't that us?  Isn't that our lives as adults in this fast-paced world, but with God telling us,
“Be still, and know that I am God.
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!” - Psalms 46:10
Like Ladybug tells me that she just can't be still, we tell God that, don't we?  "I just can't stop and take the time to spend in prayer and reading your Word today, God.  I've got to get the kid to school, pick up the dry-cleaning, get groceries, pick the kid back up from school, take her to after school activities." I know I caught myself doing just in the last week.  I just kept getting distracted and never sat still long enough really dive into my Bible as I know that I need and crave to do.

The second part of that conversation that Ladybug and I have is this, "Actually you CAN be still, you just don't want to.  Telling me that you can't is a lie.  You can make yourself be still.  I'm not asking you to stay still forever, just for a little while."

It's a lie when we tell ourselves, anyone else, and especially God that we don't have time for Him.  We don't have time to read our Bibles.  We don't have time to pray.  We must MAKE the time.  I mean, how can we not make the time to spend with the God who gifted us with the very breath in our lungs each and every single day?

I happened (not a coincidence, I'm sure) to be reading that passage of Psalms at the same time I was reading in The Gospel of Mark where Jesus calmed the storm (Mark 4:35-41), and it occurred to me that when Jesus yelled, "Peace! Be still!" he wasn't just commanding the wind and the sea.  He was also commanding the disciples, who were scared that they were going to die in the storm.  I can only imagine the chaos going on in that boat, while Jesus was trying to get a little rest.  Surely they should have known that everyone drowning in the sea was not a part of God's overall plan, and that they would be safe, but they didn't.  They were consumed with their own personal needs at that moment, just as we are often consumed by our busyness.

This thought leads me to think of another argument Ladybug and I have been having lately when we tell her to do something, and she gives us the excuse of, "I didn't hear you," when we admonish her for not doing as she was told.  Again, I'll tell her, "If you would be still and quiet, you would be able to listen and hear what I'm telling you to do."

How are we ever to know what God wants us to do if we never be still, if we're never quiet.  After all, like we taught our kids in Sunday school this past week,
"At that moment, the Lord passed by. A great and mighty wind was tearing at the mountains and was shattering cliffs before the Lord, but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there was a fire, but the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there was a voice, a soft whisper." - 1 Kings 19:11-12
You can't hear a whisper if you won't be still and quiet.  All of the chaos of like will consume you.  I can't hear a whisper if I'm not still and paying attention, I know for a fact.  When Ladybug was little, she spoke so softly and quietly (she's gotten over that now) that we couldn't hear what she had to say unless we deliberately stopped what we were doing and listened to her.  If we didn't, we missed what she was telling us, and she would get upset.  We got even better results when we would take the time to get on her level to hear her.

We're always going to be like the disciples on the boat, sinking in the sea, just barely above water if we don't take the time to be still, stop all the chatter, be quiet, and reach to God in His word and through prayer.  We CAN be still, and we CAN be quiet.  He WILL speak, and we WILL hear Him if we seek Him with eyes to see, ears to hear, and hearts to understand.  Perhaps, I'll remember these things myself.

Whacking Bunnies

Thursday, June 23, 2016

We are now fully in Summer Vacation Mode.  By that, I mean that at first Ladybug was terribly upset, because she felt it was the end of everything.  To her, it sort of was.  Her social life went from being very active to almost nonexistent.  One night at supper she lamented, "No more choir, no more Bible study, and now no more school!"  Her last day of school I tried to tell her how proud I was that she finished her first year of preschool, and she informed me that it was horrible.  She loved school, her friends, and her teacher and would miss them all terribly.

The first couple of weeks, we kept a busy schedule of playdates and such.  Now...  well with vacations and needing to get ahead at home before VBS next week, that has ground to a halt.   We're still getting out some and doing fun things like going to baseball games and church, but not every day.  Ladybug has taken it all quite well.  She goes to bed around 9:30 each night and sleeps until around 9 each morning.  I politely told her to get dressed this morning, and she announced, "I don't want to wear clothes today!"  I made her get dressed, though I do think her Star Wars short pjs are pretty awesome.

Almost each night after supper, we've decided it's best she change into a swimsuit, because one way or another, she's going to get wet.  She's always either playing in the pool, running through the sprinkler, or just having one of us spray her with a hose.  I'm very glad she starts swim lessons in a couple of weeks, because I think she's becoming a little fish.

Personally, I went through a very horrible, yet funny to other people, experience the other day.  Lucy and Dory are always on the lookout for the elusive Mr. Squirrel in our back yard.  They usually cry until I let them out to chase him.  They never catch him, he can jump up on fences and trees.  So when they made a big deal the other morning, I expected more of the same.  Lo and behold, I looked out the window to find them running laps around my entire back yard, chasing a poor bunny rabbit that couldn't escape.  They caught it.  They never kill anything on purpose.  They just play with them.  Sadly poor Mr. Bunny was horribly injured, but not enough to die.  He just suffered.  I dragged the girls in the house, texted Bart, then proceeded to try and put the poor thing out of its misery.

Let me just say, the BB gun didn't work.  I had to get a shovel and whack it two or three times, all the while trying not to get sick.  Finally it died, and I disposed of it - all while in my pjs, because it was fairly early in the morning.  While this was going on, Ladybug finally woke up.  When I told her what I was doing, she took it quite well, and told me that the good news is that the bunny got to go to Heaven.

That whole morning was wasted, because I was a complete mess.  I have nothing against hunting, I just have never personally wanted to to it, and I wasn't raised in the country or on a farm.  Knowing what needs to be done and doing it are two different things.

I allowed myself to watch a lot of television that day.  I watched the Amazon Prime pilot "Z:  The Beginning Of Everything" about Zelda Fitzgerald.  It's actually pretty good, as is "The Last Tycoon." Bart and I finally started watching "The Man In The High Tower" together this week and are hooked. I have an obsession with alternative histories, so even thought it's very depressing, I'm enjoying it.

Yesterday I started switching the girls to a new dog food for a handful of reasons.  Lucy, always skeptical and thinking someone may try to poison her wisely waited and watched Dory eat her food first before trying it.  You know, in case we were trying to kill them or something.  No, no.  If I'm willing to clean up their accidental bunny massacres, I'm not going to poison them.  After all, we're family.  Gee, that sounds a little mafia-ish, doesn't it?



VBS is next week.  I've already got Ladybug's crew assignment and am waiting on mine.  It's going to be a tiring but fun week.  This is Ladybug's first year of real VBS and not just hanging out in childcare and doing a little of it.  We're both excited.  Or she will be if I can get her out of bed.

Butterflies, Praisers, Six Degrees of Stomach Bug, and Martin Crane

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The nice thing about taking a break from blogging is that eventually you want to to do it again. Then when you do blog again, you have A LOT to cover!  I can't even begin to tell you all the things we have done, because we stay pretty busy.  I will share some of the latest highlights.

The Joyful Noise Praiser
I mentioned last post about how much I'm going to miss our preschool choir, the Praisers, but I have only touched on Ladybug's enjoyment of it.  Let's just say that she's found something she truly loves. Some kids get on stage on freeze up, forgetting to sing.  Not my child, no way.  She sings, LOUDLY and PROUDLY.

Part of me wanted to tell her to tone it down, but I just couldn't, not yet at least.  She's making her joyful noise to the Lord.  As she gets older, I'll try to help her understand the difference between singing loudly and yelling.  I'm sure her friend will appreciate it.



Six Degrees of the Stomach Bug
The weekend of our choir program, it seemed EVERYONE was coming down with the stomach bug. We had had rehearsal Saturday morning, and at least two brothers came down with it AFTER they were at rehearsal.  The oldest of the brothers was next to the brother of one of L's best friends, and L is also friends with HIS little brother.  Saturday I started playing Six Degrees of the Stomach Bug.  It's kind of like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon, but with vomiting.  I literally was thinking, "S played with C.  C is E's brother.  E is one of L's best friends, and they always hold hands and sing together."

We sang with diminished numbers on Sunday morning.  After the kids sang, they went to 2x2 at church, where Ladybug took a picture with The Big Guy, her best friend who is a boy (not her boyfriend).  They were, of course, hugging.  It is such a sweet friendship, and I cherish it so much.  That said, The Big Guy's mom texted me that afternoon to say that The Big Guy was throwing up.  I felt like I had the Sword of Damocles over my head, but instead of a sword, it was a barf bag.  Anyway, the kids performed at church that night with even smaller numbers.  With a lot of prayer, none of us caught the bug.  It serves to prove that prayer is more powerful than Kevin Bacon!

Raising Butterflies
The week before Easter I was SICK with a horrible sinus infection.  At some point while I was in and out of consciousness due to Benadryl use, Bart asked me if I thought it'd be okay for him to order a kit to raise butterflies with Ladybug.  So, a few days later when Fed Ex delivered a box that stated "LIVE INSECTS OPEN IMMEDIATELY!"  I didn't and just left it for Bart to open.

What we got were two jars, each with five caterpillars in it with some sort of food stuff for them to eat.  Over the next several days we watched the caterpillars get bigger and bigger, much like The Very Hungry Caterpillar.  We watched as they eventually made their way to the tops of the jars to become cocoons.  Once they were all cocoons, we moved them to a pop-up butterfly cage, hung it in the hall bathroom and waited.  After around another week, one by one, they emerged as butterflies.  Once they all emerged we let them loose in our front yard.  Ladybug and Bart enjoyed the process so much that they decided to look for different caterpillars during a walk this weekend.  When we got home, Bart looked up what they had and found out they were actually web worms.  They're going to keep looking for caterpillars though.

Dads, Donuts, Sooner Softball, Fishing, and Macaroons
Last week Bart went to Ladybug's school for Dad's and Donuts.  I can't even begin to explain to you how much Ladybug looked forward to this.  She's had me at school for all sorts of stuff, but Bart has 'only been there a couple of times.  He took off the entire day, and we went to a U of A softball game that night to actually watch THE SOONERS!  Bart just sat quietly while Ladybug and I yelled Boomer Sooner over and over.  It was a record crowd, because there were far more Sooner fans there than Razorback.

We did sit more with Razorback fans than Sooner. At one point after Ladybug yelled (and we've already established she's loud) a particularly robust, "GO OU!" a man in front of us turned around, looked at Ladybug, and asked, "How old is she?"  I told him she is four, and he said, "I would have had words with her if she was older."  Oh well, the Sooners won, 3-1, so we were happy in the end!

Ladybug has decided that she likes to eat fish, so she has been begging Bart to take her fishing.  They enlisted her best friend, B.E. and her Dad and went fishing Saturday.  They didn't end up catching anything, but the girls had fun (and so did the dads).  Since they didn't catch any fish, we went to eat at Flying Fish with B.E.'s family, then went across the street to Onyx Coffee Lab for macaroons.  It was a pretty great day!


Dory Gale (And Lucy Too)
For Christmas, Bart and I thought we'd be nice and get the puppy girls a new dog bed.  By the puppy girls, we assumed it would be Dory's bed.  She's the only one who ever used the old one.  Lucy always seemed to prefer the couch or our laps to the bed.  The few times she has slept on it, she just put the front half of her body on it.  The old bed has holes in it from where Dory has dug to make it comfortable.  It is sad shape.  Surely she'd love a new one, right?  WRONG! She has curled up in it once, maybe twice in all these months.

Lucy, on the other hand, seems to love the new bed.  I should have realized that she thought it was too small for her.  She always has seemed just a bit claustrophobic (add that to her huge list of phobias).  Thankfully she and Ladybug are getting a lot of use out of it.


Dory though...  Do you remember on Fraiser when Martin Crane only wanted his chair?  Fraiser would buy him the newest, most comfortable looking chair, but it wasn't his nasty, duct-tape covered recliner.  Dory is Martin Crane.

The old bed has been sitting in front our bed since Christmas.  We didn't have the heart to throw it away yet, thank goodness.  While cleaning the bathroom one afternoon, Dory came into the bedroom to be near me, and curled up in her bed.  Then she stayed there.  Realizing that my poor girl had been missing her bed these past four and a half months, I placed it next to the new one in the living room, and I think I heard Etta James singing "At Last" in the background when she saw it.   She has spent more time on that old, holey bed that anywhere else.  The moral of the story is you may be able to teach an older dog new tricks, but don't try to change her bed!



We're expecting a night of severe weather tonight, so I should probably go charge my phone or something.  I know that I should prepare more for it, but I'm an Oklahoma girl.  I don't sweat storms until they're on top of me.  Have a happy week, y'all!

Quite A Year

Saturday, April 23, 2016



It may not be May yet, but as April comes to a close, several of our activities are also winding down for the year.  This past year hasn't turned out the way I imagined it would a year ago, but it's been such a blessing to me and I believe our entire family.  Two Tuesdays ago, we had our last Tuesday Morning Bible Study until after Labor Day, and this past Sunday was Ladybug's Spring Praisers concert at church.  Also, L only has one more month of preschool this year.  All in all, I find myself meeting these changes with mixed feelings.

I am pleased to tell you that I'm going to miss my Sunday afternoons helping with the 3-4 yr old class at Praisers, our preschool choir.  Sometimes Sundays were tiring, spending just a little time at home on Sunday afternoon, resting, before heading back to church for choir.   Some days I didn't always feel like it, but I went and enjoyed it.  L loves singing in the choir, and I love her friends so much I can't explain it.  They're all my kids, and I'm thankful I've spent the year with them.  The exhaustion was completely worth it.  I honestly believe that I'm going to be a little lost on Sunday nights.  I've  already said that I am most likely going to help again next year. I just hope people are ready to hear Ladybug sing at the top of her lungs again.

Seriously, never tell Ladybug that she needs to sing loudly.  She has that covered.  EVERYONE in our church and online heard her.  Mrs. Tracy, who leads all the Praisers laughed and told me she thought Ladybug would pass out from singing so loudly.  Nope.  My kid makes loud joyful noises.  Seriously, her friend next to her had to hold her ears because of it.

The good news is that I still get to see my kids on Sunday mornings all summer long.  Half of them are in my Sunday school class, and the other half are next door.   Last August I'm pretty sure I admitted that I felt completely ill-equipped to teach a Sunday School class.  Seriously, I am not a crafty person, and crafts are sort of required for this age group.

I am the person who, in Senior English class when an intern (whom I knew very well, thank you small towns) asked us to draw the Green Knight from Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.  So I did.  I took a green pen and drew a green stick person with a stick sword.  I wasn't worried about my grade, because otherwise English Lit is my thing.  I just calmly mentioned when turning it in that had I ever felt inclined to draw, I would have taken Art as an elective at some point in my high school career.

Anyway, back to the present day, here we are in late April, and I'm eagerly volunteering to teach again next year.  I'm tremendously thankful God pushed me to do something I never imagined I would do in volunteering to co-teach Ladybug's Sunday school class.  He pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I have been so blessed because of it.  You would think it would be seen as a chore, but it's not.

As I did last year, I have enjoyed Tuesday morning Bible study and have also grown immeasurably because of it. Especially since now I'm teaching Sunday school rather than being taught, I need this time.  I greatly benefit from fellowship with women of all ages, but especially those in the same stage of life as me.  I went through technically four studies.  The first was... ok. I liked it, but found it redundant and grew bored.  It had nothing to do with the leader of my group or anything like that.  The subject matter just grew tiresome, which was sad since it was about JOY!  I, and several of my friends, felt it could have been covered in about half as much time.  The second was an overview of the Bible, which I LOVED.  The third was "The Armor of God" by Priscilla Shirer.  This book was an eye-opener.  I greatly recommend it to anyone who is looking for a good study.  Lastly, we just finished "Seamless" by Angie Smith.  This was also an overview of the entire Bible that made you think beyond the stories that many of us knew by heart.  I'm going to miss my Tuesday mornings at church, but I do look forward to another morning at home too.  My house has missed my attention.  I can't say that I've missed giving so much of my attention to my housework though!

I'm going to stay fairly busy for the next month and even after.  Ladybug's first year of preschool is almost over.  I can't believe it!  She has grown so much in every way imaginable.  I just love her.  We've been blessed this year with probably the best teacher for her to have had as a first teacher.  I mean, I've been having to help her come to terms with the fact that she most likely won't have the same teacher and teacher's aide next year.  I can't tell you how thankful I am for these women who pour so much of themselves into my child's life. I'm very grateful for the entire school.  I was apprehensive to send Ladybug to preschool at the age of three, but I wouldn't have wanted her anywhere else those days.  In fact, I originally enrolled her for three days next year.  When we realized that she would only be in an actual classroom two days a week at the school we plan to enroll her in for Kindergarten through 12th for the first several years, it didn't make sense to have her getting used to three days.

As stated earlier, this past year didn't turn out the way I anticipated a year ago today.  I would have been overjoyed to have if things had gone the other way.  They didn't though, but the blessings have still been abundant.  I thank the Lord for the days He has made.  I rejoice and am glad in them.

The Importance Of 3 Little Words

Wednesday, March 9, 2016

I originally posted this in June of 2015, but as I have been reading God's Word and working in a new Bible study, this post I wrote has come to mind so often that I had to share it again and add a little more to it.


The girls and I were outside this bright, sunshiny morning, just rejoicing in this blessed day the Lord has made, being serenaded by my playlist of some of my favorite Christian songs.  A song off of Christy Nockels new live album, "Let It Be Jesus" came on, and three of the first four lyrics stuck with me, making me think of all their meaning.  So much can be related in uttering those three words.  They're three words that are incredibly loaded when uttered together.  We all often say them lightly, but actually saying them entails a commitment.  They aren't words that should be said lightly, especially in this age of constant connectedness distractedness.   They aren't the three little words you're expecting.  They're "here I am."

The song we heard was "Find Me At the Feet Of Jesus."  It's about giving up the world and giving up yourself to bow down at the feet of Jesus.  It's about focusing solely, entirely on Jesus and nothing else.  The entire song/ album is quite powerful, but today it's those three words, "here I am," that I want to focus on.

To say, "Here I am," signifies five very important things:
  1. When you say, "Here I am," someone is calling out specifically TO YOU.  For whatever reason they want / need you for something that only you can do.  
  2. You have to to be truly listening to hear the call.  Be it a booming shout or a still, small voice you must be open and available to hear it, not distracted.  
  3. Saying "Here I am" means that you're opening yourself up, making yourself vulnerable to whatever the person calling you wants or needs from you.  It's taking a risk.
  4. You have a choice to follow the call or not.  Often it seems easier to not, but we're can be held accountable when we choose not to. 
  5. If you should decide to follow the call and say, "Here I am," you have to be present.  You have to actually be there in body, mind, and spirit.  Again, you can't be distracted by something else.  You have to let go of whatever else you may be doing or want to be doing.  You don't come first.   The one who has called you comes first.
We often are being called.  We are called by God.  We're called by our spouses.  We're called by our children.  We're called by our friends, our churches, our jobs, and countless other people and things.  Every morning when Ladybug wakes up, she calls out, "Momma!"  Sometimes I try to put her off a moment or two in order to finish whatever I'm doing, but she won't have it.  At that moment, she wants my full attention.  The laundry, the housework, the morning news, Facebook, Twitter, even my quiet time with The Lord - they all have to be put aside, because she wants me then and there.  When I tell her, "Here I am!" I have to mean it.

How often do we say "Here I am" and not really mean it?  We aren't open and available.  We're distracted.  We allow ourselves to be distracted.  Or, we choose not to answer at all.  We do it to God, we do it to our spouses and our children.  We do it to everyone.  We never open ourselves up to God or anyone else, closing ourselves from everyone and everything.  Just like saying "I love you" without putting anything or any thought into the weight of those words, we say, "Here I am" without thinking.  And we miss it.

We miss out on the smiles, the conversations, and just being "there" for our loved ones and especially our children.  How often do we sit in the same room and ignore each other?  We're there, but not really engaged with each other.  I know that I do it all too often.  We miss it with our families, and we miss it with God.

We especially miss it with God.  He, more than Ladybug, demands my full attention, and I don't give it to Him.  Most of the time we don't even say, "Here I am" to Him.  We don't want to.  We're afraid to.  It brings to mind 1 Samuel 3, when God was called Samuel as a child.  Samuel kept responding, thinking it was Eli saying, "Here I am."  To God he said, "Speak, for your servant is listening."

*** This month I started a new Bible Study, "Seamless" by Angie Smith and I have also been slowly, deliberately reading through Genesis and the Old Testament on my own.  Whenever God called out to someone, and they replied, "Here I am" He did great things through them, even if what God was promising seemed absolutely impossible.  When God called Abraham to sacrifice Isaac, the son of promise and through whom Abraham was supposed to have as many descendants as there were stars in the sky, Abraham responded, "Here I am!" both initially and just in time when God provided a ram in place of Isaac for the sacrifice.  I don't believe I could have responded that way if God asked me to sacrifice Ladybug.  When God called to Jacob, and he responded by saying, "Here I am!" God always provided for him.  Moses responded at the burning bush with "Here I am!" and God used him to deliver his people out of bondage.

The phrases, "Here I am" and "Speak, for your servant is listening," mean much the same thing, but the latter shows more intent.  We're afraid of what intentionally opening ourselves bare to God entails, because once we say "Here I am" to Him things always change at least some.  Just as Jacob walked with a limp after wrestling with God, saying "Here I am" means giving up something of ourselves and what we think life should be.  Saying "Here I am" means being selfless rather than selfish.  It means no longer running.  It means trusting God when what He is telling you seems impossible but knowing that nothing is impossible with God.  Like I said, they're loaded words.  It certainly has me thinking about how I approach everything.

Tell me, when was the last time you said, "Here I am" and meant "I am listening?"


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The (Not-So) Wonderful World of Throwing Up

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Since Ladybug has turned four, she has decided to do a great many more "grown up" things, such as: not having a fit when I clean her ears, helping with the dishes, getting her own food out of the kitchen with the aid of a step-stool, and listening to and obeying her parents better.  Overall, her belief that she can do more (without help) since becoming "a four-year-old" and experiencing more has been great.  There is one new thing that Ladybug has experienced since turning four that none of us has enjoyed.  Last night she threw up in her sleep and spend the entire night throwing up.  Until last night, the only times she ever threw up were when she was upset and/or congested.  This was her first full-on session of the throw-ups.

Let's just say it was a learning experience, especially for her.  She had to learn to throw up in the toilet, a bowl, or in a trash can and not on well, ME.  I'm Mom, and I'm supposed to make everything better, so she kept turning to me when she needed to throw up  I changed clothes a few times.  It was a long night, and the washing machine hasn't stopped.  Thankfully around 4:30 am Ladybug stopped.  I stayed in her room with her, and we got to sleep until she noticed the sun starting to peek through the windows around 6:45.  Then we got up and started continued washing everything that had been contaminated.

Everything has been washed / sprayed with Lysol, and wiped clean.  L begged for breakfast this morning, but I made her hold out for toast and crackers at lunch.  Poor girl didn't need to learn the hard way that you need to slowly reintroduce food to your stomach after such gastrointestinal acrobatics.  I'm sure she thought I was being cruel.  She also didn't like that I told her she couldn't go on a playdate at her friend M's house today.  I tried to nicely explain, "Baby, they don't want you at their house after you spent last night throwing up!"  Hopefully we'll all stay well so she can attend a birthday party Saturday and church on Sunday.

We're super tired, and Bart is bringing home Chick Fil-A for supper, because no one feels like fixing a meal.  The poor dogs are even pooped.  Everyone was worried about our girl.  Lucy and Dory got up with us.  It reminded me of the few (horrible) times we had all-nighters with her when she was a teething baby.  You don't really realize dogs can have circles under their eyes until you go through a night like that with them.

Ladybug's nurses were hard at work last night.
The good news is that we spent a very restful day recuperating at home.  L has spent time pretending to ice skate and flying her Wonder Woman and Super Girl Action Dolls around the house.  She napped for four hours today, and hopefully will sleep through the night tonight.  Now, let's just pray that Bart and I don't catch this lovely bug.

Ladybug Turns 4!

Sunday, February 7, 2016

I have not blogged in ages.  It's not that I've had nothing to blog about, but the desire hasn't really been there in a while. I think I consider no longer blogging at least once a year, but I have kept on doing it until lately.  I think last year I continued to blog because I felt called to blog about our miscarriage and how we've coped in the aftermath.   Perhaps I do have more to say along those lines and all the other ways God is working in my life, but right now I feel the need to be like Ross and Rachel and go on a break.   L is getting older, and I'm reevaluating how much of her life I want to share with the entire world.

Despite all that, last year I posted some questions that I asked L to answer, and I'm going to do this again.  I think it's awesome to be able to look back every year in order to see what has changed and what has stayed the same.




  • Favorite Color - Purple
  • Favorite Books - “Goodnight Moon,” “The Very Hungry Caterpillar,” Purple "Bible,” and “Be My Valentine, Charlie Brown”
  • Favorite Movie(s) - Frozen, Inside Out, The Peanuts Movie, Cinderella (2015), and Star Wars:  The Force Awakens
  • Favorite TV Show(s) - Wonder Woman, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and PJ Masks
  • Favorite Song(s) - "Shut Up and Dance With Me", "Better When I’m Dancing", "Shake It Off", "Let It Go"  
  • Favorite Food - Nutella Toast, Bacon, Ham, Cheese Quesadilla, Pancakes and Syrup,
  • Favorite Snack - Cheese, Pretzels, Chips
  • Favorite Drink - White Cherry Gatorade
  • Favorite Place To Eat - Feltner Bros, Chick Fil A, Flying Burrito, Cracker Barrel
  • Favorite PJs - Red polka dotted ones and pink with red stripes
  • Favorite Sports - Football, basketball, baseball, and ice skating
  • Favorite Teams - Broncos, Cardinals, Razorbacks, Sooners, Royals
  • Favorite Toys - Legos, Play Doh, and Ally the American Girl Doll, and "my Play House outside."
  • Favorite Superhero or Princess: Wonder Woman and Cinderella
  • What is your favorite thing to do outside? Play and ride bike
  • When you’re not at home, where is your favorite place to be?  School, church, Target,  Bowling Alley, and Walmart
  • What is your favorite outfit?  Snoopy Sweater dresses and leggings
  • What are your favorite things to do with your friends?  Play PJ Masks
  • Best Friends - Elijah, Emily, Baylee, Piper, Brady
  • What do you want to do when you grow up? A Weather Girl (meteorologist)

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