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<span style="font-size: large;"> Easter morning <br />Nehemiah age 4<br />Virginia age<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>3<br />Jana age 1</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Love this girl</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My Mom's French Bulldog Solomon passed away awhile back.<br />This is her new Frenchie, Precious</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nehemiah has been enjoying this warmth</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Working on lots of new crayons<br />Below is a photo of a set-up at a recent show</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The biggest change my family has had <span style="font-size: large;">re<span style="font-size: large;">cently was that was hus<span style="font-size: large;">band was asked to pasto<span style="font-size: large;">r a church in Dayton, Ohio. <br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's been kind of a <span style="font-size: large;">hard change f<span style="font-size: large;">or us. The<span style="font-size: large;">re are 2 services every Sunday, and <span style="font-size: large;">most Sunday<span style="font-size: large;">s Alex also preaches at a nursing home between services. We also ha<span style="font-size: large;">ve services on Thursday night. <br /><br />It <span style="font-size: large;">is a<span style="font-size: large;">n hour and a half drive. Makes for a long day with <span style="font-size: large;">3 <span style="font-size: large;">little ones, but we're starting to get into the groove of things! :)</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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We say our kids grow up too quickly. </div>
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Yesterday it broke my heart to force my son to grow up just a little more. </div>
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We were in the Dollar Tree and he wouldn't leave a yo-yo alone that I'd told him I'd buy him. </div>
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A typical 4 year old boy, he was pulling the retractable string out, and wrapping it around himself. </div>
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A typical 4 year old boy, he wanted to know why. </div>
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I explained to him, his Uncle Jason died by doing that exact thing. </div>
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Trying to explain to a 4 year old happy-go-lucky boy that his uncle chose to die. </div>
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That his Uncle thought life was that bad that he didn't want to live. </div>
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It was more than a 4 year old could understand. </div>
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Hopefully he DOES understand why I will not allow him to put things on his neck. </div>
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Not a day goes by that my brother is not thought of, not a day goes by that we don't grieve for him. </div>
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Nehemiah is a very smart 4 year old boy! He adds and knows his numbers, he counts forwards and backwards by 2. He spells some, and knows his letters. <br />
When he grows up he wants to be an astronaut. </div>
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Virginia is very "motherly" she loves to mother all the little babies at church. She loves to hold her new baby niece Eliana. She loves to help around the house and is getting so big! <br />
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Jana...well Jana is something else. She's a busy little girl who I am an no longer am allowed to call a baby. She talks non-stop and is a very good listener (Unless she decides not to, then she lets me know she's still a baby :P) She also loves to hold any baby that will let her and is always carrying a doll and her blanket. </div>
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Alex is ministering full time. Saturday will be his 30th birthday. When he grows up...well, we'll just see what happens ;)</div>
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Me??? I'm all grown up. ;) I've recently added my crayons to a museum gift shop!! I still do shows and have them in a local bakery! I'm having a lot of fun doing them! </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Life has been busy! Just the way we like it! <span style="font-size: large;">Alex has been preaching <span style="font-size: large;">some<span style="font-size: large;">, he wasn't able to keep his job and go to Uganda in May. We've learned to lean on H<span style="font-size: large;">im. </span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">In Oct my brother-in-law Cory got married! </span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hope everyone had a great 4th of July! We spent ours at a parade then later went to my sister's house. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">We've had an exciting couple of weeks, last week we were heading up to Defiance to my SIL's birthday party and soon after leaving town we were in the middle of a terrible storm. Alex pulled into a church parking lot for some cover, but even then our van was going up and down and back and forth. We went home after the storm let up, and we had a tree down in our yard, and no power. We were without power for about 24 hours. We were pretty blessed that it came on so quickly, my parents were without power for 6 days, and I'm not sure if my in-laws have power yet. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tomorrow, my baby will be one! I'm still not sure how I feel about this! I love watching each new stage!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">She gets into everything now, and is a very busy baby. She's still the happiest baby I know! She knows some words. She says "Hi" and Baby, sometimes she'll say Jana, she says "happy" and will clap her hands. The funniest one to me is when she sees a camera she'll say "Cheeeeeeeeeeeese!!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Strange to think that one year ago I didn't know what was in store for me as I got ready to go into the hospital. From being rushed into surgery, to watching them work on my blue baby, them not telling Alex, and finally seeing her take that first breath of air, and watching that little body turn pink, I don't think those images will ever leave me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy 1st birthday Jana (meaning God's gracious gift) Renee (meaning: reborn or born again)</span></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-1309971971237875862012-06-04T18:59:00.001-04:002012-06-04T18:59:29.753-04:00Stitches and Sundays<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Sunday morning did NOT start out the way we intended. Alex had taken Nehemiah into church to go to the bathroom and I followed behind with the girls. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I walked in I heard Nehemiah screaming. If you've heard him when he's hurt, it's not a pleasant sound. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He'd ran ahead of Alex and hit a metal pole in the basement. With his face. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alex had blood on his hands, and Nehemiah had it on his face. He had a nice sized hole on his jaw line. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Alex and Ben Erickson both thought that taking him to ER for stitches would be best, so off we went. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then the waiting started. They were good about checking on him and keeping us up to date. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">After all the paperwork and everything was filled out they said it would require some stitches. I was kinda hoping he'd have glue, or even the dissolving stitches, but no luck there. He got the nasty black stitches. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They put a numbing thing on his face for about 30 mins, and then put him on the bed. As soon as that needle touched his face, he shot up and screamed!! He looked the doctor in the face and said, "THAT HURT!!!" They called another nurse in to hold his head. The doctor tried to tell him that his face was numb, he couldn't feel it and started again. Miah screamed, "I can feel that!! It hurts!!" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">They swaddled him, his legs and arms were strapped down and got the needle to give him a shot to numb it. By then Jana was upset so her and I walked in the hallway outside the room. I could hear him screaming, "No more medicine!! That hurts, no more medicine" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He finally calmed down, and the shot must have worked. They were able to put the stitches in. Let me tell you, watching them take a needle and thread to your child's face, is really gross. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">He got a blue teddy bear and I informed him that I do NOT like this birthday tradition that he's taken upon himself to start. Last year he'd stuck a crayon up his nose and that required surgery. So he got a teddy bear then. Next year....we'll buy him one. ;) Even going to Build-A-Bear would be cheaper than the bill we'll get from this stunt.</span></div>
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<br /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">If you'd like to check all my crayons, you can look at my facebook page: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/pages/He-Cares-Crayons/200810466666647">He Cares Crayons</a></span></span></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-5729363794346187902012-04-18T22:13:00.000-04:002012-04-18T22:13:36.585-04:00I love you<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love you. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do we say these 3 simple words often enough? Or do we hold back b/c we don't know how people will respond? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do we say them too freely? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">How often do you wish you'd told someone one last time that you love them? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Is there someone you'd tell right now if you could? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I remember when my Grandma died, my Mom told us that she was struggling to get something out. Grandpa was in the kitchen and Mom called him in and said, "Mom wants you" He told her that Grandma couldn't have done anything to let her think that, she was out of it and wasn't talking. She said, "No, she wants you" So Grandpa went in, and Grandma struggled to say, "I love you" Those were her final words. She passed away later that night. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can still picture Jason in my living room, needing to leave, but he couldn't. He kept telling Nehemiah, "I love you" Just so he could hear Nehemiah say it back. Jason looked at me and said, "I just love hearing him say, I love you" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Little ones love unconditionally. They love with everything. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">They tell you, "I love you" when you need to hear it most. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Countless times during the day my kids will hug me and say, "I love you Mom to the moon and back, into the ocean and around and around and around" Now, I don't know where they came up with it, but I love hearing it all the same. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be sure to tell you spouse you love them, your parents, brothers, sisters, friends, hey, even your dog or cat if you want! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To my family, I do love you. I know I'm not good at saying it, or expressing it, but I do all the same. And someday, we'll go and tell Jason we love him, and Grandma, and Josh, and all our other lost loved ones. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And that's one thing I wonder, why do we call them "lost loved ones?" They know where they are, we know where they are....just something I wonder about :) </span></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-57942229604401157382012-03-12T12:46:00.000-04:002012-03-12T12:46:43.032-04:00My Loves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlkTvZ3B1y1QkbbIF0R4ZhLgJxqFwgM-Srg_uFry6NOgtmkq0c_NWgUQH8FoD12Nx0Cs0ZhC3bJBlMA0AAGsY9_VirNvF1fRIpKlx1bZ68FzW3kvuApRV-P1T5ACyTV-ZDsJf1isGmeHA/s1600/DSCF0319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJlkTvZ3B1y1QkbbIF0R4ZhLgJxqFwgM-Srg_uFry6NOgtmkq0c_NWgUQH8FoD12Nx0Cs0ZhC3bJBlMA0AAGsY9_VirNvF1fRIpKlx1bZ68FzW3kvuApRV-P1T5ACyTV-ZDsJf1isGmeHA/s320/DSCF0319.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTe3ME09m7WJFvi04RqSKMBIYaOlDkl9_nMYZ2NKwJAtnPrXTdkQZizV6KYCrZX6dQgxa-RgAMawyl4hSFAOZJytynuWKYANjBSXXQYZQzO1g1PlFHpEBoCoaHQVloDyN_bxNUBkBM_rmr/s1600/Mmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTe3ME09m7WJFvi04RqSKMBIYaOlDkl9_nMYZ2NKwJAtnPrXTdkQZizV6KYCrZX6dQgxa-RgAMawyl4hSFAOZJytynuWKYANjBSXXQYZQzO1g1PlFHpEBoCoaHQVloDyN_bxNUBkBM_rmr/s320/Mmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know many times my posts are sad and depressing, so I thought I'd post somethings that make me smile! My kids!! I love them so much!! Nehemiah is my big helper!! He helps feed Jana, does what he's told and just growing up too fast!! We recently got him a twin bed....*sniff* Didn't we JUST set his crib up!? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Virginia talks ALL the time, and sings, and dances. She loves playing with her Lalaloopsy dolls!! She's a good listener!! :) She got Nehemiah's toddler bed. :( Too bad she'd rather wake up in the night and come to MY bed!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jana is a doll baby! She coos, crawls, and cuddles!! :) She's sleeping so well during the night (Hey...I'm a Mom...sleep makes me happy!!) She's always there with a smile! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My crayons are doing pretty well....I have a "spring line" hahaha I think they're adorable! If you haven't checked out my Facebook page, it's He Cares Crayons </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-26243136959389620312012-02-16T09:50:00.000-05:002012-02-16T09:50:23.384-05:00I'm so silly<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nehemiah picked out his clothes this morning, went into the bathroom and came out giggling. He thought it would be funny to dress wrong. He said, "Mommy, I'm so silly!! I need to go back and fix my clothes" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I thought it was rather cute that he was being silly. (He does know how to get himself dressed...and has been for awhile....he did this on purpose)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe someone caught you. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe you realized it will get better. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Maybe you got scared. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Did you wonder how people would feel if you went through with it? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I can tell you how they'd feel. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">They'd cry...a lot. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When they think of you. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">On your birthday. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The anniversary of your death. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When they see a picture of you. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When a sad some comes on in the car. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When they're in church, singing about Heaven, knowing that's where you are waitin on them. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">And they get mad. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">They wonder why they weren't enough. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Mad that they couldn't stop you. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Mad that you made such a horrible mistake. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">And they hurt. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">They want you here. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">They need you here.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">They wonder how you'd have changed. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">If you'd have more kids. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">What you'd be driving. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Wondering if you'd be happy. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">If you'd have been taller?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Wondering why they weren't enough. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Couldn't we make you happy? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Didn't you want to see your child, your neices, nephews, grow up?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You'd leave a dog that will miss you. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">A Mom</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">A Dad</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Sisters</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">brothers</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">friends</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">family</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">me</span></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-57128358275227548742012-02-02T23:26:00.001-05:002012-02-11T06:00:25.056-05:00Sometimes...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes I wonder who people see when they look at me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do they see a Mother, with three little ones. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A wife, who is trying her hardest to be submissive. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">A sister, who is missing a sibling. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do they look at me and think, "There is the woman who is living in a hotel"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do they think I'm happy, sad, hurt, confused. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are who we are because of those who are in our lives. Without Alex, I wouldn't be a wife. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Without Nehemiah, Virginia and Jana, I wouldn't be a Mom. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Without my parents, I wouldn't be a daughter. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Without Stephanie, Nicole, Joseph, Jason, Jordan and Jesse, I wouldn't be a sister. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Without Micah, Adaliah, Jadyn, and Titus, I wouldn't be an Aunt. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Earlier tonight I dropped my brother off at the school and saw a girl, and I wondered if she knew Jason, and wondered if she looked at me as a girl who lost her brother. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thing is, I didn't lose my brother, I know where he is. I KNOW I'll see him again. It was a terrible day that Jason left this World, but he's rejoicing and waiting. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But still I wonder, have people forgotten him? Or do they look at me with pity?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do they look at me and wonder if I've lost my mind for having a 3 year old, a 2 year old and a 6 month old. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hear so many negative comments about having children that close that people don't stop to hear that I love it. I cannot imagine my life without these three blessings. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Or....do they see me? A Wife, a Mom, a Sister, cousin, friend, aunt, daughter-in-law, neice, a person who needs loved. </span></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-30053764569051778282011-12-13T21:56:00.000-05:002011-12-13T21:56:22.784-05:00sleeping kids!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgA9Vix-6l-SHCIaA1r8awp86-WH4MUJvp7MbNhDL58ZQOBHXj-fdHZ3OX5Rb9ehaXisy5k_goO65MH620l4hTNhnFBOImujxk1WhRPVH6KyGZq9t6sK5AY2JTYPaAEzm9QXzch2vcCWR/s1600/DSCF0438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgA9Vix-6l-SHCIaA1r8awp86-WH4MUJvp7MbNhDL58ZQOBHXj-fdHZ3OX5Rb9ehaXisy5k_goO65MH620l4hTNhnFBOImujxk1WhRPVH6KyGZq9t6sK5AY2JTYPaAEzm9QXzch2vcCWR/s320/DSCF0438.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Virginia has been wanting to sleep in our bed lately, which makes for a terrible night sleep for Alex and I...tonight she started crying again to sleep with us, and I once again told her no. About that time Jana popped her head up and laughed, so I asked V if she wanted to sleep in the crib with Jana. Both girls seem to like this idea....let's hope this keeps both of them sleeping tonight!</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OepLSjYDSQzq8zNVumNhlzYMh_vzfDV5RpuL5NvBIyw5HNx3Feq_ruvivUhTVyrHj9JOvdBrRqiEiFbsj3RcBhIn9ot6NY-XZ-t5Zftf6nWeU-qFdgQmuYX8XSTcuNC_MQIN9MmK26mi/s1600/DSCF0439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OepLSjYDSQzq8zNVumNhlzYMh_vzfDV5RpuL5NvBIyw5HNx3Feq_ruvivUhTVyrHj9JOvdBrRqiEiFbsj3RcBhIn9ot6NY-XZ-t5Zftf6nWeU-qFdgQmuYX8XSTcuNC_MQIN9MmK26mi/s320/DSCF0439.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I won this adorable hat on <a href="http://www.listia.com/signup/754449">Listia</a> and Nehemiah has asked to wear it to bed every night. He insists it's his nightcap. Ummm....whatever. </div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-39122629000504114922011-12-13T15:10:00.000-05:002011-12-13T15:10:57.328-05:00Ideas from the forest: Folding christmas trees<a href="http://ideasfromtheforest.blogspot.com/2011/11/folding-christmas-trees.html?spref=bl">Ideas from the forest: Folding christmas trees</a>: CUTE!!!MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-80544301720062963192011-12-08T17:40:00.000-05:002011-12-08T17:40:04.003-05:00Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-size: large;">Miss Jana turned 5 months old yesterday, she's the sweetest baby I've ever met. And extra silly! Last night she didn't want to sleep, so she'd fake cry to get me to her room, then laugh when I got up there!! </span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxNyfKIu2SEBq284CxunuJ0HmMlCnksE9rsOqWzhOmSCdXRZ1h6RIdQ9gzUCwVGbmJ7sy7ILLBVC0b53hX_pUddmC4HKhBvEVmwSDkgVgSvRRMJ_B_MO9yzvW049cGNJqsPV9aZgWFKdYG/s320/DSCF0398.JPG" width="240" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Virginia is now talking all the time...she comes up with the funniest things. She loves all things Cinderella, so here she is with her new bow, wearing Adaliah's dress</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj2PM9frTJsduRdpeavI9Sh5tV8nUUh9RlLOU3ERFKb2wdHSBWDZBY2jMokjg_LyxbuPutM4v2HwRn5WnLORwVVaDljlVvzC955333BLGZQSpA8KWs5li6UmRL8He08hyphenhyphenm5wo-2mjwMZy/s1600/DSCF0327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHj2PM9frTJsduRdpeavI9Sh5tV8nUUh9RlLOU3ERFKb2wdHSBWDZBY2jMokjg_LyxbuPutM4v2HwRn5WnLORwVVaDljlVvzC955333BLGZQSpA8KWs5li6UmRL8He08hyphenhyphenm5wo-2mjwMZy/s320/DSCF0327.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nehemiah is getting bigger everyday. He's learning so much in school. It's neat to watch him learn his shapes, colors, letters and such. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last week Alex and I were doing our devotions when I asked him to pray that we'd somehow have money for groceries, specifically, Thanksgiving dinner. I had $4 on Wednesday and it had to last until his next paycheck....we didn't know what to do but to call on His name. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">On a whim I posted some pictures of the crayons I'd recently made. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Instantly someone asked how much they were and when I told her, she bought them all. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since then I sold some more and realized, hmmmmm....maybe people like these? ;) </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJzMeixMK-B0bYqFhaTVwdYQSU39ozfCVnFm029NQF7UAaOotfDYvm-umBqtVUTCeRjAl8dJxcrjEzeNseCxw5h4raL3u3LLFc8tiJRyrwVSfjnPl7EQt1EKFYuxGY4VR3yGfA3XA1-41/s1600/DSCF0166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJzMeixMK-B0bYqFhaTVwdYQSU39ozfCVnFm029NQF7UAaOotfDYvm-umBqtVUTCeRjAl8dJxcrjEzeNseCxw5h4raL3u3LLFc8tiJRyrwVSfjnPl7EQt1EKFYuxGY4VR3yGfA3XA1-41/s320/DSCF0166.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last night I was sitting amazed as more people were ordering them when it dawned on me...I'd asked for this!! Sometimes as the blessings come, we don't see where they are coming from. Tears started to roll down my face at God's love. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And now....to the giveaway!! I'm going to giveaway 4 crayons!!! 2 Gingerbread men, and 2 snowflakes of my choice! :) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To enter.....tell me something awesome God has done for you recently. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">For any extra entry, blog about it and post a link on here. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be sure to leave your email address....so I can contact the winner!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will draw a winner sometime on Friday. Winner has 48 hours to contact me after I email them! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Good luck!!!</span></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-69460740406232593012011-11-09T16:39:00.000-05:002011-11-09T16:39:20.463-05:00I just won 25 points on the SuperLucky Button!<a href="http://superpoints.com/wrpgs/l0eokh?title=I+just+won+25+points+on+the+SuperLucky+Button%21#.TrrzBIUIJog.blogger">I just won 25 points on the SuperLucky Button!</a>: Superpoints is a members-only club where you earn great rewards for doing things online like taking surveys, watching videos or shopping.MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-89330552271702788132011-11-06T23:51:00.000-05:002011-11-06T23:51:38.427-05:00Another letterI wrote this on Jason's Facebook wall...but it was too long, so I'll post it here. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nov 11, 2006.....you were the one to hold me after Jesse gave me the news of Grandpa's death, you picked me up off the floor and hugged me. I don't think I ever thanked you for that. Now, I keep the pain to myself when I want to scream, to cry, to yell about missing you. I talk about you to friends, family, to waitresses who have no idea who I am, who you were. So many people will never know how amazing you were, never knew the smile you had, know that the best way to put you to sleep was to rub your ear. You loved that as a child. And not long before you left us, I was talking about that with you and Mom, and started to rub your ear....and you instantly relaxed and started to fall asleep....I find myself doing that to my kids, and thinking of you. They didn't know that you loved kids, and you'd do anything for your nieces and nephews. So many people didn't know you...but I was blessed to. Someday I WILL see you again....and I want at least a thousand years to sit and talk to you. To show my kids to you, to ask if it was worth it. I love you Jason, now, and always. For now, tell Grandma, Grandpa, Gramma Beth and Josh, we love them....and we'll be Home soon</b></div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-60578580904556243182011-10-22T12:44:00.000-04:002011-10-22T12:44:44.772-04:00Two Years old and still my Baby girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtAtwc-264TwtZH7XeRDPH_8wbOgh1yei9K_UBNCmI3Yv7d4kfFTdZJuVzO91v-Ho_P4INwZcm8fUvoZ4zEBIqzjq9j1cfpH4Vyc9q6Q_HBKiaAyVdhfKLYo8rxWFpri6n5xK95_0O9qP1/s1600/DSCF0613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtAtwc-264TwtZH7XeRDPH_8wbOgh1yei9K_UBNCmI3Yv7d4kfFTdZJuVzO91v-Ho_P4INwZcm8fUvoZ4zEBIqzjq9j1cfpH4Vyc9q6Q_HBKiaAyVdhfKLYo8rxWFpri6n5xK95_0O9qP1/s320/DSCF0613.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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And God laughed at me, and sent Alex my way. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33kctVKQ_R9i6-ZsMYez7sN4IQOGC4ykNSs0spfSr5oweIrcFHwtBYcKmgIEyNRjIJbb36JUAWiLFT4DnnCZ9tnbLH5uYBdHOszkLaR7Dm7LoHpqHjo2A3krXe_c-6SaQlNG94k_f34le/s1600/DSCF0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj33kctVKQ_R9i6-ZsMYez7sN4IQOGC4ykNSs0spfSr5oweIrcFHwtBYcKmgIEyNRjIJbb36JUAWiLFT4DnnCZ9tnbLH5uYBdHOszkLaR7Dm7LoHpqHjo2A3krXe_c-6SaQlNG94k_f34le/s320/DSCF0216.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, in my defense, Alex didn't have a beard when we met, and he wasn't preaching. He was obviously younger than I was though. </div><div style="text-align: center;">God worked around MY rules, by allowing me to fall in love with Alex before he preached, and before he grew a beard. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I told myself I will NOT have a lot of children. Now, granted all the kids this picture are not mine, but three are. And really, I couldn't imagine life without them!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I told myself, my daughters will NOT wear pants once they are walking, they WILL be in dresses and skirts. And God gave Virginia dry skin. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Why? </div><div style="text-align: center;">To punish me?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> To hurt my girl?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or was it to show me not to be so proud and to humble myself and know that sometimes things don't go the way I plan them, that I need to rest in His arms. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know my children aren't perfect, but, what does one expect, their Mom isn't perfect. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but you know, He's still working on me. </div><div style="text-align: center;">And.....He'll keep working on me until He takes me home. </div>MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-44271846360607599832011-09-20T21:46:00.000-04:002011-09-20T21:46:29.263-04:00I just won 1 point on the SuperLucky Button!<a href="http://superpoints.com/wrpgs/wypzhp?title=I+just+won+1+point+on+the+SuperLucky+Button%21#.TnlB7kobW2E.blogger">I just won 1 point on the SuperLucky Button!</a>: Superpoints is a members-only club where you earn great rewards for doing things online like taking surveys, watching videos or shopping.MariaJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06405487178482620965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5264402652134327964.post-78195484897775353182011-09-17T17:32:00.000-04:002011-09-17T17:32:15.259-04:00My kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfyBJjbWkcbHVtQ8m3wIyYSIuy2nqvkMao3yR6rI8ssXrN6U71GN5dqU72Ms1drkDMuP_nTV_9qlwgcJ17HB_a6NP0jI3isg1-8mkAWp0BhuztqZZcoVBF1qsHcgHJ0W8e0Ur1NqN2teZ/s1600/DSCF0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfyBJjbWkcbHVtQ8m3wIyYSIuy2nqvkMao3yR6rI8ssXrN6U71GN5dqU72Ms1drkDMuP_nTV_9qlwgcJ17HB_a6NP0jI3isg1-8mkAWp0BhuztqZZcoVBF1qsHcgHJ0W8e0Ur1NqN2teZ/s320/DSCF0031.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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