This week the kids and I are reading a book called Kisses from Katie. This book is about a 19 year-old-girl who goes to Uganda to do a 3 week mission trip and then ends up moving there indefinitely. (In a nutshell) It is an oh snap book.Oh SNAP is a phrase brought into our... Continue Reading →
We started fostering because I couldn't say no...to a 2-year-old little boy that had been so brutalized that he had black eyes,teeth marks all over his body, head trauma, broken ribs and healed broken ribs...and in child abuse, healed broken ribs just meansit has happened before.He screamed and screamed He still screams sometimes.I couldn't ignore... Continue Reading →
Well, now that laundry is done and put away...sort of. All bags are unpacked and put away until our next out-of-town excitement. We are back to farm-life reality. Which is exactly how I like it. I love schedules, routines, and organization. I am a nerd.Since we are building a new farm, reality is we don't... Continue Reading →
We're baaaaaack....mooohahaha!We survived the trip. We had a great time. We ate too much food and stayed up too late. We got to hang out with my parents and sisters and their husbands and my two nephews.Family trips are always a learning experience...I love that. I learned this is the funniest sign ever to be... Continue Reading →
Boys are weird.I was raised with all girls.We had tea parties. We played with dolls. We fixed our hair. We were basically hygienic.Boys are different than girls. Boy moms everywhere tried to explain this to me, but I don't feel I ever really grasped how different they were until I lived with them. These are my... Continue Reading →
I know my children are going to have lots of phrases from me that make them cringe...My parents always said "quit bickering!" I now have a permanent aversion to the word "bicker." My cringe-worthy phrases are (according to a family poll, in no special order):1. Get busy!2. Inappropriate!!3. It is YOUR choice, but you will... Continue Reading →
Mia turned 8 today.Mia came to us at ten months old. She was dirty and smelly. I wasn't sure what to do with her, feed her or give her a bath...so we did both...bottle in the tub.She continued to grow, she did not, and still does not, sleep well. I thought I would never sleep... Continue Reading →
So, let's go over yesterday...I was going to write about it yesterday...but I am still recovering.Morning..not great, but we survived. It was our first full day back doing school after our break, and there was lots of moaning and complaining and whining and whining and whining...but we made it through.Then my husband came in and... Continue Reading →
Jasmine is our worship leader at church...she is 23. She is wild. She is loud...She is FUN.She is also from the city. Until today she had never jumped on a trampoline, ridden on a dirt board, or seen as much dirt as we have on our farm.This is Jasmine.Jasmine looks very impressed by all the... Continue Reading →
Nigel and I met on a blind date. I thought he talked to much and I was determined to never go out with him again. Ever. Somehow I got over that, I really am not sure why or how..it must have been the Lord, because I was really opposed.Since being married, I have learned some... Continue Reading →
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