Preschool

I should have mentioned earlier that my cute but defiant son has pre-school registration on Thursday. I'm really hoping that we can get a 1-room school house up and running before he would be in kindergarten. I don't think Scott needs to go to preschool because he really is smart for his age. But he does need to learn socialization skills... and maybe they can help me teach him not to be so whiny!

Cute but Defiant

Last night was night #4 that Bethany slept in her big girl bed which is in Scott's room. It wasn't near as dramatic as a few other nights. At 10pm when I went in to check on them, the room was quiet but Scott wasn't in bed. I found him a few feet away wide awake and snuggled up to his sleeping sister. He was so excited to be sleeping with her. I acknowledged him and walked out. Those two! I appreciate that they love each other and hope it continues moreso than the fighting. This morning when I left at 5:45am, Scott was in his own bed. Who knows if he slept with Bethany all night or if he just snuggled her for a few minutes.

Late Night at the Office

I'm still at my office. I'm not working though. I'm enjoying the peace and quiet while I work on my prayer/support letter for Mexico City. I'm trying to keep it to one page but that looks so boring to me. I'd much rather it be fun looking! We'll see what I come up with by Sunday.

Great Idea!

Okay so I'm a little tired today (more on that later, maybe) and I knew if I hung out at home, I'd be asleep. So, I brought Britney down to the church with me to hang out, watch a movie on the big screen (yes, I've never seen High Musical with my high school girls) and play on the internet. Well about 20 minutes through the movie, media player decided to stop working. But we're having fun on the computers - gotta love the wireless connection here and the use of the laptop from the vet clinic...

I should be working on my passport update and my support letter for Mexico, neither of which I've done since I've been here in town... better hop to it.

For those who have me on facebook, I just added a few pics. Some of the last day my niece and nephew were here and some of my precious daughter.

And, oh by the way, Granpa Mark, the sand box finally has sand in it. Yes, the frame of the sand box has been there for 10 months and we just put sand in it yesterday. Our neighbor had some from the quarry in the back of his dump truck and dumped it in our box for free. Did a favor for both of us. Bethany LOVED it.

Our New Cat

His name is Jinx. He's not really a new cat. He was the cat that mom wanted so badly; or at least he is the cat she settled for. He's a big cat, I should weigh him. He's well taken care of at mom's house and he loves my step-dad. But he's an unappreciative cat. I think he might even be bi-polar. Ryan can you medicate a cat for that? He's a cat that will be learning that life's bigger than he knew it to be 3 days ago.

A while back my mom asked us if we would take Jinx. Ryan and I agreed that we would take him but he would join the ranks of Rum and Wicket and be an outside cat. Mom wanted to wait till it warmed up so he wouldn't freeze outside. Tuesday when I stopped at mom's, Jinx jumped in the van. Perfect opportunity for a trip to the Brick House.

Tuesday night I learned that he has a break-away collar. They're designed to come apart so the cat can break away should it get caught on something. He broke away all right. Fortunately, I was able to catch him again after he hid under the pine trees for a bit.

Wednesday morning I tied him out while I showered and learned that he can break away easily. Fortunately he gets fed twice a day and was hungry so I caught him while I carried around a cup of food. He stayed the rest of the day in his kennel on the front porch. After work I had supper at mom's and then Bethany and I visited some friends before going home. It was a long day in the kennel. How's that for country living?

Wednesday night I let him loose and there was minimal hissing between Jinx and the other cats. He even rolled around in the dirt near where Bethany played. He eventually came near again for food.

This morning he was left loose when we headed to work. When I talked to Ryan around 4pm, Jinx was near the kids play area. He seems to be adjusting just fine. I wonder how that will change when he has to share a food dish with Rum and Wicket...

Scott's Poop Drama

Well, how much do I share here. I have two kids that both have issues going #2. Scott from very early on has required help via laxatives. Yes, we've talked to the doctors, we're giving him adequate liquids, etc. Now that he's a big boy, he purposefully holds it in. Why would you do such a thing? He does. Eventually he's gets constipated and we are forced to put him back on laxatives and mineral oil. He continues to hold it. At some point he can't hold it anymore (this time 3-4 days later) and it becomes a mess. My poor mom! For several days straight, he pooped in his undies numerous times. Mom ran out of clothes and put him in a swimmie pull up from last year. It didn't fit. She didn't have a choice. Finally on the 3rd day (which happened to be a Cubbies night which means I had something to bribe/threatened him with), he got it under control and only pooped in the toilet. It stinks, quite literally, for everyone involved.

I don't know what to do with this child and his problem. I understand from Ryan's mom that its a genetic problem. I have told Scott that only big boys get to go to school. We'll see how he does come fall. As it was last night, he thought he was going to school today because he'd pooped on the big boy potty.

This is when I'm thankful that Bethany is still in diapers. You remove stench, wipe her down, and put on a fresh diaper. She's thrilled with that process... maybe a little too much!

He amazes me!

Yesterday Ryan asked me if I still listen to my ipod and then proceeded to tell me that he wanted to put a book on it for me to listen to. This morning my neglected ipod was sitting by the front door. I threw it in my purse, went to work and forgot about it.

During a quick break to read my email this morning I read a blog post from a person reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan. I immediately emailed my friend Michelle asking if she was reading the book and listening to podcasts by Francis Chan or just listening to podcasts. She replied that she was doing both. I've been very curious about this book and wondered if the library had it or if another friend would have it so I could borrow it. Shortly after I thought about that, I went back to my work day.

Now at the end of my day when the office is quiet but I'm still here working to clean off my desk, I noticed my speakers and thought about my neglected ipod. I dug it out of my messy purse and plugged it in when I remembered that Ryan put a book on it for me. As I scrolled through to the book and clicked on it, I thought I caught a glimpse of the title. So, I clicked again to get the title to show up and was quite amazed at what I saw. Sure enough, it was the book that I've been wanting to read, a book that I've not told Ryan I've wanted to read.

He amazes me! Ryan amazes me with his thoughtfulness and the way he takes care of my needs and wants even when I fail to notice. But more so, my God amazes. It amazes me that he cares enough to be involved in the small details of my everyday life!

Mexico City Update

$70 down and $1136 to go.

Last Thursday my coworker needed a bridal shower gift. I had a smelly soaps and lotions from Victoria's so I volunteered for her to use my stash. She paid me for them and I thought it would be a perfect start to my Mexico City fundraising. I was excited, the $20 she gave me on Friday was exactly what I needed to give the church on Sunday for the start of my payments.

Saturday the mail came and we had something in there besides bills and junk mail. A very generous family member who reads my blog and wants to support us in our adoption, also decided to give towards the Mexico City missions trip. He sent $50. How perfect!

This Sunday I have to have $80 in towards my trip and I'm $50 closer than I was a week ago. How else will God provide in the next few days? Will it be a gift? Will I find something to sell? I'm excited even though I'm a long way from the total!

Didn't Happen

I was hoping to have time tonight for a detailed update about the last few weeks. Now its after 5pm and I better get to the kiddos so I can nag Scott to eat his supper so he can go to Cubbies. Look for updates to come in the next few days about the following:

• Scott's poop drama
• Our new cat
• My family that came from California to the boonies
• Easter pictures

For 3 Days!

I have a lot to post about but here's one cute story:

Last night was a rough night for dealing with Scott. He did not want to obey and we were frustrated. It was time for bed and when I went in to tuck him in, I snuggled up next to him for a few minutes of down time when he didn't have to share me with anyone else. I asked about his day and he told me of a few cartoons he watched and that he played outside with his daddy. Scott then proceeded to tell me the Easter story. It was amazing to hear from a 3 year old's little mind. He started by asking me what something was only I couldn't follow what he was asking about. With a little more information, I realized he was asking about the cross. He told me that Jesus was dead for 3 days! He told me that they killed Jesus because they thought He was bad, but He wasn't bad. That he died on a cross with nails in His hands and feet. That He died for my sins. That there were 3 crosses. He asked me why the other guys had to die too. He told me that "that" girl came and the stone was rolled away. That He was alive and the angels came.

We talked for a few minutes about the story. About why Jesus died for our sins. About the terminology that he knew but didn't understand (crucified, nails, sacrifice). And as I lay there next to my only son, I was so incredibly thankful. I'm thankful that I took the time with Scott even though I was frustrated with him. I'm thankful that he seemed to maybe understand the events in the story. I'm thankful for his Cubbies leaders that take their time to teach my child that story. I'm thankful that Scott wants to read that story in the bible, a must-do for tonight. But mostly, I'm thankful that Jesus did die on the cross for my sins. Today friends is the day that we, as Christians, remember that Jesus carried the cross and died for you and me.

Yes, I am Crazy!

Short Story:
I'm going to Mexico City for a missions trip August 1-9.
I'm looking for people who'd be willing to donate towards my expenses totalling ~$1206.
Will you partner with me?

Longer Story (you know I'm detailed and like to write):
I'm going on a missions trip. That's no surprise to most who know me. The crazy part is that I said I wouldn't commit to anything more than I've already committed to this year because I wanted to focus my time and finances on an adoption. Here's why: I've been at my church for over 6 years now and have always dreamed of our church having a group missions trip. Sure, there are individuals who've gone different places, but not where the church as a larger family supports something like this. I know, I know, this is not the best time... I wanted to focus on adoption. Be sure, that I still am focusing on the adoption process. But at the same time, I felt like I couldn't not apply to be on the team. Here are a few reasons why I feel like I should be part of the team:

• I have wanted to do a church trip like this for 6 years.
• I have experience doing the types of activities we're tentatively planning (albeit, I did those 8-12 years ago)
• I am half Mexican and might be of some help translating :P
• Lately, I've been trying to focus more on having a real relationship with God and not just reading a chapter a day to keep the devil away. So, God has been prompting me to step out of my comfort zone and little and reach out to people to share about Him. Up until last week, I thought that just meant reaching out to people in my community... go figure it could be more than that.
• God's Word says "How beautiful are the hands and feet that bring the good news."

So here's the deal, we have a short time frame before the trip happens. August 1st will be here before we know it. In the next 3.5 months, I have lots to do to prepare for the trip:

• Ask for time off of work!!!
• Passport updated since it's still in my maiden name, which I need to do anyway for adoption paperwork.
• Interview to be part of the team - I'm feeling pretty confident about that... in a humble sorta way
• Come up with $1206 for the trip (more on that in a bit... keep reading)
• Secure airline tickets with the team
• Attend 8 training sessions

Here's how you can help, and believe I'll need your help:

• Pray for me. If you're willing to do this, I can email you specific things to pray about.
• Donate towards my expenses. I figure if I can get 60 friends and family to each give $20, it would pay for my trip. (I'm not sure if I have that many friends so maybe a few of you strangers would also be interested...). If you're interested in donating, I can email you the details about where to send it for a tax deductible donation.

And a little side note about the crazy part: I have a real issue with asking people for money. Maybe it's the humility in it and maybe it's that I had a lot of people that financially helped me out when I was in highschool and didn't have the financial means to go to summer camps and on missions trips. Because of that, I feel like I shouldn't ask people for help any more since I'm not a needy child any more. But the reality is (and I know this personally) that some of us would be blessed by giving the $20 that they would have otherwise spent on eating out, starbucks coffee or that new shirt. Another reason, I hate to ask is that we're in the process of adopting and unless God chooses to put a large sum of money in our laps in the near future, we'll be asking our friends and family to donate to that cause. I feel like I don't want to ask people to do both. But maybe that's the devil filling my mind with doubt. So, here you have it... just me, the average person wanting to serve and being humble enough to ask for a little help from you. Feel free to leave me comments or questions or if you'd like to email me, you may do so at tam4buit at hotmail dot com and put Mexico City in the subject line please.

(taken on a missions trip to Mexicali in highschool or college)

Are You Going?

He Loves Me

Today when I headed out to the field, I passed Ryan on the corner at the highway.  I thought that was a little odd and would have called him but I didn't have my cell phone.  Several hours later I returned to my office to a bouquet of spring flowers and a bagel for me (I'm trying to eat healthy) plus doughnuts for the staff.
 
He loves me and I love him!

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Email to Meg

I just shared the following in an email update to a friend but thought it was blog worthy since I've not taken the time to update lately:


that's hilarious... I love the bribery. I think you pretty well know what's going on in our lives but here's a quick update: We're working out 5 days a week collectively although I wish I could force/encourage myself to get on the treadmill the 3 days that Ryan works out. We're going to bed earlier because we're getting up earlier. We're trying to cram a days worth of fun, training, and snuggle time into a few short hours at night and loving each moment with our kids. We even tried splitting up the bunk beds in Scott's room last night and putting Bethany in a big girl bed. For some crazy reason, I thought this was a fun idea at 740pm, the time that my kids needed to be in bed because they were lacking naps yesterday. To no surprise, it didn't go smoothly and after laying with Bethany for 45 minutes and her keeping me awake, I crawled into my own bed. Half an hour later, Bethany was crying and Scott was in our room informing us that "she's too noisy and can sleep in her own crib." It was delightful actually to have him request that as he had previously been upset when we tried to take her to her crib. All this at 10pm when I want to be asleep was funny but not really funny!

otherwise, for me personally its really been a rewarding but tough few weeks. I've been trying to daily have quiet time. I'd been doing well with prayer time and not just asking God for and to do things. But, I wasn't learning about Him, His character, His love for His people. So, I've been trying to do a daily quiet time. The last few days I've sucked at it but overall its been going better. Its amazing to think that 7, 8, even 10 years ago I was so much more focused on loving and knowing God... of course that was before a career, marriage and two little kids. I'm trying to find the middle ground on that... on being successful in putting God first, not just wanting to do that.

On more of the family front, we're continuing to pursue adoption and while we're saving money, I start asking myself all these questions. I'm determined to be aware and knowledgeable but to not let the devil discourage as it seems can happen here and there. We know that ultimately we want to obey God's calling on our hearts to love and care for one of His own who doesn't otherwise have a family to do that. I'm excited to see how God will work that out but not excited to endure the struggles that may come. I know growth comes out of that but sometimes I just want it so easy, ya know.

New Job???

Last night Ryan talked to his buddy Mike who happens to be referred to as Captain Hansen even though in the civilian work environment he would be called Dr. Hansen. Mike is a veterinarian with the US Army and during their phone conversation Mike offerred Ryan a job. The pay would be 1.5 times his current pay, the schedule would be 40 hours per week with no on-call times. It would be a contracted position through the military (I think) and would have full federal government benefits (which are pretty nice I must say). That would potentially allow me to stay home and homeschool our kids. Sounds pretty nice doesn't it?

I asked Ryan if he was at all interested and he said no. The position is located in North Dakota. I don't like the 6 month long winters here, I doubt it would be warmer in ND. We also like living near family and like the community to live in.

I told my coworker about it and she suggested we hi-tail it outta here and send her a postcard. Poor thing, she's having a rough Monday. Although I'd love for Ryan to be better appreciated for the work he does, I doubt he'll move to ND to get that appreciation.

Simply the Best

Last night I came home and hubby was preparing a nice supper which was especially for me. I could tell because it included veggies which he would never make for himself. The added touch was when supper was over and I was crampy, bloated, and sore from working out, I headed up stairs to put the kids to bed and Ryan did the dishes! Woo hoo. I love that man!

on a random note, I was a bit dissapointed with my laundry detergent. It isn't a liquid detergent like I thought. Hello, I would have known that if I would have paid closer attention.

on another random note, I found a deer antler shed while out in the field today. First one ever. The best part about it was that my coworker that loves deer hunting was bummed that I found it and she didn't. Everyone in the office thought it was great. It's a dear antler people... what do you do with such things? Maybe it'll make a little coat rack here at the office if I can get it mounted on a piece of wood. Hmm, another project on the list of things to do.

Happy Friday friends.

Haircuts

Bethany got her first haircut last night. Although it wasn't really a hair cut, just a little trim to even it up and hopefully stimulate it to grow some more.

I got my hair cut too. Had more than enough to donate it to Pantene's Beautiful Lengths program. They have partnered with the American Cancer Society to provide wigs to assist cancer patients suffering hair loss... try to explain that to a curious 3 year old who doesn't like his mommy's short hair! Here's a picture of the cut (I forgot to take a "before" picture).

This is the Day

This is the day...

• that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.
• that I get my haircut for the first time since Bethany was born. If its not long enough to be donated, I'll get it trimmed and then chopped in a few months.
• that Bethany gets her hair cut/trimmed for the first time. Ooh, I should make sure I have my camera for that.
• that we start our new bible study, that is if people who said they'll come do indeed make it. [*this is also and item for prayer]
• that I finally started working out again. My attempts to run on the treadmill when Ryan goes to work out were minimal at best. This morning I started working out again with Michelle... I don't think we've done that since Bethany was born.
• that I'm wide awake after getting a full night of sleep where I only rolled over one time!
• that my honey packed me a lunch and had it in my van when he brought the kids to town.
• that I appreciate my hubby even more because he did the dishes last night and helped me clean.
• that the Lord has made, and I'm so glad to rejoice in it!

Change

A couple of changes occuring around our home:

1. My laundry detergent is about to run dry. This weekend I will be making my home-made detergent that I mentioned back in February. We'll see how this goes.
2. I stopped in to make an appointment for a haircut (and trim for Miss Bethany). I haven't cut my hair since right after Bethany was born and its finally starting to get dry on the ends. After next Tuesday I will either have long hair with a little trim if its really dry at the ends, or have a donation sent to make a wig and have short hair. I'm kinda liking my long hair, especially when I let it go curly. But someone could really use a wig and I could really use shorter washing/rinsing/drying time spent.
3. Speaking of hair, I know a few people following the trend of not using chemicals (aka shampoo, gel, etc) on their hair. I'm wondering how that might work for my hair. They say your hair gets used to it and looks normal after a while. I would love to hear from you if you've ever tried this.

Ryan's Happy Birthday

Ryan picked up the kids at noon. Mom and Ralph handed him $20 and sent him to The Barrell for lunch with the kids. Instead of making him supper like I should have, I found a sitter last minute [muchas gracias Dean & Alyce] and we joined our old bible study group for supper at Gunder. My poor kids who didn't nap and desperately needed to be in bed early, made it to bed for 10pm... I'm such a good mom like that. While Ryan chatted on the phone with his brother I got the kids settled in bed and opened up my bible that has a side-by-side NASB and Message version. Romans chapter 5 was a perfect way to end my night last night.

Happy Birthday Ryan

To my sweet love, you are my sunshine every morning.

You are so much to me: best friend, partner, encourager. I love your big hugs, thoughtful kisses, hard work, devotion, commitment. I appreciate your desire to know God and make him known to others. You are a wonderful husband, father and teacher. You are mine!

Happy Birthday honey, I love you!

Out of the House

Woohoo, it's finally getting warm here! I've so desperately wanted time out of the house. I imagined a stroll through a local park walking hand in hand with Ryan while chasing our little bambinos around. The weekend wasn't quite like that but we still had fun.

Friday I made plans with our friends, the Zurbriggen's, which was a surprise to Ryan. But there was so much else going on, that I finally told him of the weekend plans.

Friday night we drove up to Ryan's folks. We ate at a fun little place in Decorah, had decent table service, and then headed to Ryan's parents where we stayed the night. Eunice spoiled us with Buttermilk waffles after sleeping in till 8am. The kids colored birthday cards for Ryan and Ryan opened his gift from his parents. Then we went outside to play with the old '31 Chrysler. After taking it off the trailer, Ryan and I went for a little spin. After a quick trip to Walmart, we headed back to Ryan's folks' for lunch where they served Shrimp scampi to the birthday boy [his birthday really isn't until this Thursday].

A little after 2pm, we left Decorah and headed to Parkersburg to hang out with our friends. We got there around 5pm and had supper with them before we sent the boys off to the Blackhawks hockey game. My gift to Ryan for his birthday was to buy us tickets to the game and then give my ticket to his friend, Ryan, for a guys night out. We were kid free but I stayed with our friends and their kiddos which was fun. It was funny that Ryan asked how our night went and although I loved my time with Renessa, we spent the first 3 hours of our time cleaning up after supper, bathing kids, etc. She and I really only had about 30 minutes before the guys came home.

Sunday morning we went to church where our friend Ryan is the Pastor. Only he wasn't preaching on Sunday. It was a blessing to hear two families talk about their move to the mission field and then share a message about being where God wants you to be. This was the same set of families that were at our church just a few weeks ago. After church we headed to Waterloo for lunch, St*rbucks [don't get the caramel frapp and substitute the coffee for cream like I did], and a tiny bit of shopping before we headed home.

Ryan's folks took the kids to mom's house after church/lunch where we then picked them up. We were home for just a few minutes when I realized how much work I had to do in the house but how much I wanted to be outside. We spent the next few hours outside with the kids before we headed in the house for bath time and supper.

It wasn't exactly a walk in the park but it was fun to hang out with friends, get a break from the kids, and spend time outside.

Now, tonight I have to get the house clean... but first I have a meeting to run to!

Bath time

Bethany must have been determined to have a bath last night... she's such a girl. During lunch, she took the meat out of her sandwich and rubbed the mayo covered meat all through her hair. Not sure what her deal is but if she's eating then her hands always get in her hair. When I saw her last night her hair looked a tad bit oily and I felt bad since she hadn't had a bath for several days. Mom informed me that she might well need a bath because of her lunch time fun. That girl!

Here's a few pictures to show you how precious she is... even if she takes after her dad in fashion: The first is of her in true form - with a guitar, wearing a hat of some sort and wearing Scott's old snow boots. This child loves those 3 things. The second is of her in her "pretty princess" outfit where she also had to wear the snow boots. That's my girl - knows how to clean up but isn't afraid to be tough!

The mind of a 3 year old

A few days ago Scott saw a picture similar to this on my mom's computer screen. He of course was quite curious about my massive belly and began to ask questions about it. Mom informed him that the picture was taken when I was pregnant with him, that he was in my belly. Scott pondered this information and followed with another question:

Grammy, how did I get in there? Did she eat me?

I love the simplicity of his ever growing little mind. He continued to ask my mom if he'd go back in my belly, if I'd eat him again even though mom told him that I didn't eat him. That night as mom shared the story with me, his little mind was thinking through it all over again. I couldn't help but tell him I was hungry and proceed by chasing him around as I made chewing noises. He giggled and ran and giggled some more. Oh how I love my son!

Home Sweet Home

It's in the low 40's here and foggy. Looking out my office window, I almost feel like I'm back in a central CA winter. Do you think if I click my heels I'd be there?

Coffee

I drove 80 miles in the rain to have coffee with a friend.

It was worth it!

Because Ryan was at work, I took my kids. Two hours sitting in Starbucks sipping frappucinnos and chatting with Renessa, and the kids were great. Scott was excellent and Bethany only got a little ancy during the last half hour of our chat.

It was worth it!

The two trips to the bathroom with a little boy who was holding it in because he had to poop were frustrating. But the second time I promised him that we'd try to find him a LarryBoy toy if he pooped at Target. He did.

It was worth it!

Wandering down every single toy isle in Target with the kids afterwards was better than I expected. Scott only asked for one toy and when I reminded him that he was looking for LarryBoy, he was fine with not getting a toy at Target.

It was worth it!

Buying some clothes that weren't in the budget but were super cheap.

It was worth it!

Making a quick stop at the mall to see what else I didn't need gave the kids' and my legs a little exercise.

It was worth it!

Making one last stop at the Family Christian Store to find a cheap LarryBoy toy (also not in the budget) with two very tired kids.

It was worth it!

Stopping at DairyQueen to reward Scott with a baby cone for 59 cents.

It was worth it.

Three hours on the road. Two hours at a cofee shop with a dear friend. Expensive BK kids meals with cheap toys. New clothes for the kiddos. And a day out of the house when I should have been cleaning.

Totally worth it!

Communion Sunday

The first Sunday of the month, our church partakes in communion together. The Lord's Supper from 1 Corinthians chapter 11 of the bible:

23For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, 24and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, "This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me." 25In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, "This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me." 26For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord's death until he comes.

Here we sit with Scott who is seemingly distracted when the bread signifying God's broken body is passed. He doesn't notice and there's no issue. Then comes the grape juice signifying Jesus' shed blood and Scott immediately begins to cry. This is to be expected of him. By time communion comes he has sat through Sunday School and then most of the church service and he's hungry. Why does everyone else get to eat and drink? It breaks his heart which also breaks mine. I'm not mistreating my son but he feels left out. Chapter 11 continues...

27Therefore, whoever eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be guilty of sinning against the body and blood of the Lord. 28A man ought to examine himself before he eats of the bread and drinks of the cup. 29For anyone who eats and drinks without recognizing the body of the Lord eats and drinks judgment on himself.

Considering the seriousness of this subject, I have an inward battle. One friend suggested that I bring Scott some snack and a drink for him to have during this time. And that works great for a distraction for his little mind. But the battle is that I want Scott to understand the importance of taking communion as a believer, not as a hungry child.

This past Sunday I didn't not bring him a snack on purpose, it never even crossed my mind. As Scott began to cry, I tried to explain to him simply that it was for big people, not little ones. But that isn't exactly true, and he continued to prod me about the juice. I further explained that it was for people who have asked Jesus into my heart. At this point Scott said the words that I would so love to hear: "Mommy, I want Jesus in my heart." I so wish that his little mind understood and that it was the desire of his heart but I'm a smart mommy and know my son. I looked at him and said "Scott, mommy thinks that you just want juice." And with an innocent little grin on his face, he said "yes mommy, I just want juice".

Oh how I long for the day that he wants Jesus in his heart regardless of the juice!

Sweetheart Supper

The Sweetheart Supper was blessed by many hands who served in amazing ways. Kara is a photographer and volunteered her time. These are just a few pictures she knew that I would specifically like:

Thanks for Sharing!

I love it when friends share pictures with me, especially when they're of my kiddos. Both of these pictures are precious in my mind. The first one to the right here is of Bethany and her buddy Steven drinking their juice at the Awana Grand Prix. Bethany adores Steven and gets so excited and yells his name when she sees him. Steven is so sweet with her too. The second picture is actually from Christmas time. It was taken at the Christmas Potluck for International students. Our dear friend Melody joined us for a picture. What I love about this picture is that Melody and Bethany are holding hands. She is such a sweet girl and she loves my kiddos too. According to Ryan, Mongolian women typically are very loving to children. Melody definitely falls into this stereotype. We love having her around our family.

Hiding

I've been in hiding. Last week I had a stomach virus which Scott also got. I was home with my kids for 3 days which was nice. Friday was tough to get back into work mode and I was sure glad when the end of the day came.

Today we did a whirlwind cooking day. I ran off to get groceries all by myself (the kids needed some bonding time with their daddy). That afternoon we cooked until we wanted to fall over. I wouldn't recommend an all day adventure like that when you're still trying to get your strength and energy back. Thank God for bountiful harvest: the freezer full of cooked meals and the fridge full of fresh fruit!

Fruit Pizza

Fruit pizza is so not healthy but so yummy.  I'd never heard of it until I moved to NE Iowa but its definitely one of my favorites.

 

The crust is made of sugar cookie, the sauce is a mixture of cream cheese and sugar with a hint of vanilla.  Topped with fresh fruits.  It's so simple to make, looks divine and hits the spot although I've learned that one piece is never quite enough.

 

Ingredients

Crust: 1 big or 2 small tubes of sugar cookie dough. (The cheap brands will work but the Pillsbury brand is easier to spread.)

Sauce: 8oz. cream cheese softened, 1/2 c. sugar, 1/4 t. vanilla

Topping: fresh fruit (ie: basket of strawberries, handful of grapes, blueberries)

 

Instructions for Fruit Pizza

Take sugar cookie dough and flatten in out covering a bar pan (aka cookie sheet with edges).  Bake according to the instructions on cookie dough wrapper.  Let cool.  Mix sauce ingredients with blender.  Spread on top of cooled pan of cookie.  Cut and set fresh fruit on top.  Voila!

 

*note: I am NOT a chef or person who cooks all the time, as you can tell by my vocabulary of kitchen items :)

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Celebrate

Today I'm celebrating my 29th birthday. My morning started off great. Ryan snuggled me early this morning before I got up to make a fruit pizza to take to the office. While showering, both kids woke up and came in the bathroom to give me a birthday greeting with a little help from Ryan. Ryan then got both kids ready and made me a wonderful breakfast. Though my family was there, I kinda had the morning to myself as all I had to do was get myself ready and felt like that alone was quite a gift.

I got to the office and finished up my fruit pizza. Shortly after working at my desk, I got an email from my dear friend Michelle about a 2 month old baby in Ghana that needs a family. Okay, I was already on cloud 9 (whatever that actually means), and the news about a family adopting and the need for more families got my heart racing. I just wish I was at home so I could spend the next few hours digging into this story about the two month old.

As bright as the day started, the dark clouds soon rolled in. I had a birthday greeting from a friend that also asked me to pray for Tanya and Jason. Yesterday their sweet son was born and that began the battery of tests regarding his heart problems that they diagnosed while Tanya was half way through her pregnancy. My heart is aching so much for my dear friends. My eyes filled with tears and my heart filled with emotion for little baby Eli who has the odds stacked against him. Will you please take a minute and check out their blog and leave them well wishes for the journey ahead.

Adoption

For those who don't know, God has put it on our hearts to care for the orphans. We are currently taking baby steps of faith through this journey of adoption. Please tag along with us via our adoption blog Journey4Hope through comments and prayers.

3-day Weekend Update

Sweetheart Supper
For those who know about the Sweetheart Supper, it went wonderfully. The church basement took on a fancier look as we served 21 women a free 3-course meal on china by candelight. There was a fancy salad topped with goat cheese, bacon crumbs, purple onion and home made raspberry vinagarette. The main course was a chicken fettucinni alfredo with roasted vegetables (broccoli, red and yellow bell peppers). The ladies had their choice of dessert: chocolate cheesecake (amazing), white chocolate pie and another chocolate pie. Each lady left that night having had the chance to share/brag for a moment with full tummy's, and knowing that they were cared about. Thanks to those of you who participated.

My Own Valentine
Due to the craziness of preparing for the Sweetheart Supper, I failed to get even a card for my own sweetie, even though I reminded myself all week! I love him no less and am so thankful that I have a sweetheart to celebrate with each day!

Sunday Madness
It was an early start to the day when I filled in for the 1st grade boys Sunday School class. I hope they learned something. That was followed by nursery duty with the little ones, and then a women's ministries meeting afterwards. The light lunch they served was perfect and I only wish they would have added one thing: ibuprofen!

Monday Freedom
I was so glad to stay home with the kids. Scott had a little TV time in the morning while I picked up the house. We spent lots of the day playing and having fun. Chutes and Ladders and Candyland are games that Scott loves but have to be played with Bethany is otherwise entertained (aka napping). Scott "helped" with the dishes which means he played in the sink for awhile. We also took a walk outside because we thought 28 degrees with wind was warm. Our walk in the yard turned into playing on his toys - through the tunnels (me included) and down the slide (me included here too). Then followed a walk to the neighbors which meant another hour of playing with their kids while my pj pant covered legs froze in the wind. I eventually pulled the kids away and got them home to have a snack and some hot chocolate before putting them down for their nap 2+ hours late. I almost had supper on the table when Ryan came home but wasn't sure when he'd actually walk in the door (he called to say he was running a bit late). We had an enjoyable dinner, made a quick fruit dip and let Bethany lick the beater before putting her sticky body in the bath! When I finally hit the sack, I was in much need of some sleep but wishing I could have more days like this with my family!

Bethany, it's HOT

For months we've been warning Bethany that the wood stove is hot. Last night, she learned from experience. This child has no fear of the wood stove. She even so much as takes newspaper and tries to throw it in when we're starting a fire. She gets warned and scolded quite often. How do you train a child to stay away from the hot stove? Do you let them touch it?

Last night while fixing supper, the kids were playing in the other room. All of a sudden Bethany started screaming which usually means that Scott is bugging her in some way. As Ryan questioned a confused little boy, Ryan noticed that Bethany would look at her hand, then the wood stove, then her hand again.

Ryan: Bethany, did you touch the stove?
B: yes
me: Was it hot?
B: yes
Ryan: Are you going to touch it again?
B: no

She has a good sized blister on her middle finger. Tonight when we start the wood stove, do you think she'll be right there with no fear of it being hot?

Broccoli

Last night during supper (which I almost had on the table when Ryan got home) Scott didn't want to eat his roasted broccoli. He kept telling us that he didn't like it, that it was yucky, that he would eat the stems but not the top. We were pretty firm with him that he would be eating all two of the small florets that were on his plate. He was also determined. At one point, he wrapped his napkin around his broccoli and promptly sat it on the table. Eagle-eye Dad saw what was happening and removed the broccoli, put it back on Scott's plate and took the napkin away. Bethany on the other hand was begging for more broccoli (a word she says pretty clearly at 19 months of age) and would take more bites of the rest of her meal in order to get another bite of broccoli!

Scott eventually choked down the broccoli.

After I promised that he wouldn't have ice-cream if he didn't eat it.

Dreaming at Night

For the last 4 or 5 nights I've dreamt about adoption. Last night's dream was so detailed and real feeling. In my dream we picked up an Ethiopian baby that needed a family immediately, skipping the paperwork trail, and brought him home. The dream is a little fuzzy now but I do remember bits and pieces. I remember sitting in the airport and for some reason I couldn't remember the baby's name but I already loved him deeply. I wanted to ask Ryan the name but was embarrassed and had this feeling that he'd forgotten too. Finally one of us remembered; his name was Elias. We took little Elias home and surrounded him with other family and friends that also loved him.

Each night the dream is a little different but each night it does revolve around adoption. I'm not sure if that's just how God is choosing to tug at my heart, or if these are thoughts and emotions stored in my subconscience as I pray and read about adoption.

Regardless, I'm well aware that God has called us to adopt. As I typed this, an old friend called me at the office. I congratulated him on his new baby and we got to talking briefly about kids. I told him that I had two little ones and he replied "well, you were the one who always told me that you were going to adopt!" What sweet words to hear, yet difficult at the same time. God, please use me to be Your hands and feet in loving the orphans and the widows.

Closet

Okay, Okay, I admit it... I'm a wanna be graphic designer. Problem is that I can copy anyones ideas but I have a hard time creating my own. With the proper tools I bet I could have a lot of fun... and maybe make enough money to fund our adoption...

Take a Walk With Me

Some memories just stick with you for life. They come to mind easily and bring with them very raw emotions. This is especially true about my friend, Scott. Today, I want to remember him and share a little about him with you. Here are a few memories [in no particular order... as I'm feeling a bit scatter-brained at the moment] that have brought back a flood of emotion the past few days:

• Forking and Ricing lawns. There was probably toilet paper involved with that too. I'll spare you the details but it was a time consuming mess to clean up, and a fun little prank that my friend participated in. The excitement in his voice when he explained the process to me was definitely a teen-ager thing. Nothing particularly important about this but a memory that stands out for me.
• Tuesday night youth group at the river. I vaguely remember playfully fighting over who got to ride the jet ski next. I'm sure this involved a chase and me ending up in the river!
• Scott's toolbelt. This memory might stand out because the tool belt was at the funeral but I specifically remember Scott working on the barn with Dayn and the two of them wearing their tool belts.
• Sunday school class, when I first started attending. It was upstairs above the sanctuary taught by Richard and Teri. I seem to have this picture in my head of Scott sitting in that class but there's no noise to that memory.

At one point Scott and I had a brief time where we liked each other. I have fun memories of our innocent junior high relationship:

• The visit at the pool. We spent every week day afternoon at the city pool. I have a very clear memory of Scott stopping at the pool and talking to me. He was on his mountain bike and stayed outside the pool area. We talked for several minutes with a cyclone fence between us before we went our separate ways. I vaguely remember that the conversation was about a relationship with Christ.
• Scott's sweet sister, Amy, taking me to the youth group at the river. Scott was such a gentleman. He rode in the back of the car with me while Amy chauffeured us. That night, after youth group, he asked me to go to ice-cream with him. I can't remember if he went inside to ask permission with me or if he waited in the car. But we did go to ice-cream that night thanks to Amy for driving us.
• Hume Lake Camp. What a week of camp. I'm sure I'm not the only one who remembers this all too well. I didn't go to camp that summer. Scott called me from camp multiple times during his free time at camp. And I recall that he didn't get a lot of free time that week. The boys, in all their glory, got caught playing boyish pranks on each other and were forced by our soon-to-be youth pastor who worked at the camp to pull lake weed. This was a special treat for being naughty. They had to wade in the water of the drainage ditch leading into the lake and pull the weeds from the bottom. It was entertaining to hear about the pranks and the punishment. I also remember that during that week, I think it was Scott who took my necklace with him to camp (remember, we were in junior high) which would have deeper meaning a few years later.

I also have fond memories of my dear friend beyond the short-lived summer love. [I'm not trying to insinuate that I loved him. We were just finishing up junior high. I chose the word love because it wasn't a fling and couldn't think of another word]. Scott was a true friend, a real friend, a friend forever. Such a good friend that he was like a brother to me.

• Chatting on the front lawn. Again on his bike, he came over to my house. I remember sitting on the front lawn talking. This was the most important conversation we ever had. I remember Scott telling me about accepting Christ and walking me through what that meant. I wish I could have recorded our conversation. Today that conversation holds such value to me but at the time, we had just finished junior high, I'm sure there wasn't a whole lot of depth to it.
• He got his license first. And he made sure I knew it. For those who don't know me real well, I'm quite stubborn. I have this very clear memory of a post youth group conversation with him. It wasn't your typical conversation either. I asked Scott for a ride home from church since he would drive right past my house on his way home. Like the fun-loving jokester that he was, Scott said he wouldn't give me a ride. Off I went, walking the several blocks home when just a block away, he caught up to me. The conversation that ensued was of him driving along side me with the window down telling me that he would give me a ride home. In all my stubbornness, I wasn't about to get in the car. I [probably loved the chase, what girl wouldn't?] wasn't going to let him win. Today, I can't remember if he eventually drove off or if I eventually got in...
• He went to the dance with someone else! I don't think they called it a dance, nor did they dance, but the idea was the same. He went with Kristi, a very sweet girl. I was a bit jealous, as were many of the girls in our church. I remember asking Scott for a picture [that was back in the day when you gave everyone your picture from school sports, dances, etc] and never got one.

Then there's the memories from his accident and sudden death

• The news of the accident came shortly after I got home from basketball practice. The anger towards my sister for determining that I couldn't handle the news. The heartache of not knowing earlier and it being too late to go to the hospital.
• The time didn't stop but it did occur in slow motion the next few days. I recall vivid details of the next morning in ceramics class with Jake and Jill, two kids from church who were also friends with Scott. I remember leaving class in shock, not even knowing how to cry.
• I remember being without strength when I heard of his death and my dad having to hold me up. And choosing not to go to the hospital after the game because I wanted to remember the Scott I've been telling you about, not the broken friend in a hospital bed.
• I remember second guessing my decision to not go to the hospital where friends and family gathered.
• I remember not taking off my cross necklace [the one Scott had taken to camp] for a LONG time after he died even though I was required to for sports, etc (yes, not only am I stubborn, but you can add rebellious to the list to).

And as sad as all that is, [and before I start bawling about it], there was so much hope in his death. So much life in his death. I know it may be weird for some to make that connection. It just blows my mind; if Scott's life and death had meaning, and it does, how much more the life and death of a guy who specifically came to die for our sins. Thank you Jesus!

It's amazing to me how the memories of a person can develop after their death.

• Buck Rock Lookout [pictured above] is a fascinating place. But it has so much more meaning to friends and family of Scott. It was a place that Scott loved. The place where friends and family gathered to help carry the burden of Scott's parents and sister.
• The bike ride from Buck Rock Lookout down to Hume Lake may be a nice trail for some mountain bikers but for me, it is a place of sacrifice and thankfulness. Some people can make that ride without problem. Old guys like Scott's dad may slowly make it right up that hill. But for me, it was getting sick on the car ride up, and later puking my guts up while pretending to be in shape and ride the 18 miles to the lake. It represents another memory of my friend, the hope we have that though this journey may be rough, paradise is at the end.

Dear friend. Though 13 years have past, you continue to change lives. I'm so thankful that you took the time to invest in my life, eternally!

Take a Guess

Tonight I'll have 2.5 hours from the time Scott and Ryan go to church to when the get home. In that time I'd like to accomplish several things:

• Finish my dishes from last night.
• Read last week's chapters for our small group study on Love and Respect.
• Read this week's chapters and do the study for Love and Respect.
• Take Bethany up to see my friend Debbie who had eye surgery last week.
• Finish addressing invitations for the Sweetheart Supper.

Do you think I'll get any of them accomplished? I could visit Debbie on my way home but I know that she'd love to see Bethany. I know that my husband would appreciate if I'd read my book so I can learn to better respect him. I know that there are just a few dishes on the counter, some that have been there a few days, that need to get done. Take a guess as what I'll get done tonight.

Wisdom Beyond His Years

That child shows much more wisdom than you'd think a 3 year old would have. Two funny moments from this morning:

1. This morning Scott made some sort of mention that he wanted his daddy to either take him to my mom's this morning or for his daddy to buckle him in. I can't remember now exactly what it was but it was something that was clearly a result of last night's incident.

And the second item I just shared with Scott's Cubbies teacher but it was cute enough that I thought I share here too

2. Scott woke up on his own this morning and was in a good mood (we usually wake him and he's grumpy). He came right down stairs where I was showering and within a minute rattled off his bible memory verse to me. I praised him for it and he explained why he knew his verse already: so he could get a "lovey" [one of the characters in his Cubbies program] sticker. I know he's only 3 but I want him to learn to make it a heart thing, not just a memorization so he can get a sticker like pavlov's dogs. So I kindly reminded him of another verse he's learned: "God's Word have I hidden in my heart that I might not sin against you." He smiled and replied "yeah that too" and went on his merry way.

Efficient with Time

Typically I work through lunch and I'm okay with that. Yesterday I had a lunch meeting but I also had a few errands to run so I left the office early to accomplish my To Do list. It shouldn't take me long at all to stop at the court house and renew my license, ask about renewing my passport in another office within the court house and then stop at the post office to get cute stamps for my Sweetheart Supper invites. I planned for an hour originally but ended up with only 30 minutes, which still should have been plenty of time. Of course, it didn't go so smoothly:

Stop in for the license renewal. I'm proud that I'm looking good, and even managed to wear mascara for my license picture. Only the mascara doesn't like my contacts and so my eyes were irritated and I had a problem reading the little line at the bottom of the vision screening. Past that and moved on. The lady at the desked filled out all the information in the computer and then said "that will be $20 please". Twenty dollars? Last time I got my license renewed, it was only $11. I didn't even have to look in my wallet, I knew I had $17 and some change (being on a budget will make you aware of the money you have). I asked if she'd take a debit card and she informed me that it was cash or check. Well I didn't have enough cash and I don't carry checks anymore (too easy for me to spend money that way). Embarrassed I asked the lady if I could run to the bank quick (practically next door only there's a river in between) and get some cash. I drove to the bank. Drove to the bank? Isn't it next door? Yes, I too realized that when I made the corner, crossed over the bridge and stopped at the bank. I went in a cashed a check for the cash I needed. Walked back to the bank. Yes I walked back to the bank even though it was in the low teens with a nasty wind. The vain person in me was a little concerned that all my prep work (I don't usually wear make up) would be worthless if my picture turned out to look like Rudolph. I zipped my coat up tight and pushed it over my nose to keep my face warm and I hurriedly walked back to the bank. The lady kindly put me to the front of the line and finished up my licensing.

She mentioned that it would be a a few minutes while it printed it off so I thought I'd make the most of my time and run down to the recorder's office to ask about my passport. The recorder was very friendly and answered all my questions. Unfortunately I have to get a brand new passport and pay the whole fee because I changed my name when I married. Grr. We chatted about not needing the passport right away cause we've just started the adoption process. She informed that it would be $110 to re-do my passport and asked if I'd like to do it then. Considering the time, and the fact that if I didn't have $20, I certainly didn't have $110 in my wallet, I said that I'd come back another time. I left her office and hurried off to my meeting downtown on foot, in the cold and windy weather. It was actually quite pleasant once I crossed the river and the buildings provided a little shelter from the wind.

After my meeting, I need to make a quick stop at the post office and then I'd head back to work. Only I'd walked and the post office was farther through town and I didn't want to walk to the post office and then all the way back to my vehicle so I asked for a ride to my vehicle at the court house. Only my van was parked near the bank, remember, I drove it the half block to the bank. So my dear friend gave me a ride 1 block over to my van. As I was getting out of her truck, it hit me: I never went back in to pick up my license at the courthouse! Who in the world forgets that. My friend graciously drives me to the courthouse and drops me off. I head inside, retrieve my license, which had since been placed in the waste basket because another lady saw it sitting out and thought it was an old one. I then walked back to the bank, got in my van, drove the two blocks to the post office, got my stamps, and headed back to work. When I walked into my office, my boss asked "so, did you get lost out there?I" I politely answered yes and proceeded to tell him about how efficient I was with my time.

My goal was to get things done in a timely manner. I'm not sure I fully met my goal. What do you think?

Poor Kids

Okay, I'm not feeling super free to give details in fear that it might be held against me at some point but I'll share a little about my scare from last night so that you can remember to buckle your kids in:
Half way down the driveway last night, I made a sudden stop to let Scott get out of his carseat and help me drive. The sudden stop on the hill and Scott fell out of his carseat. I was really confused at how he got his belt off so quickly before I realized that I'd not buckled him in. I was both extremely thankful that nothing happened as I imagined the many things that could have happened and heart broken to realize that I didn't do everything in my power to keep my child safe. I was distraught. Scott had no clue. I apologized profusely and explained to him that any time mommy forgets to put on his seatbelt that I need him to remind me that he needs buckled in. Scott helped me finish our trek down the driveway and we made it into the house where a whole new drama unfolded.

Bethany had been abnormally whiny at my moms and I figured she was hungry. She ate some crackers and seemed fine. We got in the van to go home and she whined some more and said her tummy hurt. Not sure if she was just crazy since she had cotton pants on (vs. the regular jeans) or if the tights under neath were comfortable or if in fact, her tummy hurt. At home, she continued her whiny state and I knew that she needed to get to bed since the night before was a late and crazy night at the superbowl party. But she seemed more than tired so I started paying closer attention. She seemed to not want to sit in her hi-chair and didn't want to finish her meal. The little girl on the go seemed to want to be held. She crawled up next to me at the corner buffet thing and stood next to me eating my food and I continued to watch her. I noticed that she wasn't moving her left arm so I decided to move it for her. She reacted with a whiny cry and her arm was stiff and she said "no touch, mommy" and pulled away. I checked it again and sure enough she was holding it close and not wanting any movement from it. Ryan and I continued our observance while we ate and finally called the emergency room. I just knew that we were about to have another late night, this time in the emergency room. The doctor was sure that her elbow was out of place. He explained to me how to get it back in place, how she would react, and that 20-30 minutes later she would begin to use it again. He told me that if I couldn't or didn't want to do it, I could bring her in and he'd be the bad guy. We hung up the phone and I grabbed Bethany and held her and loved her (already remorseful of the pain I was about to inflict). I did just at the doctor explained and while I held her elbow in one hand, I felt/heard it pop back into place. It was such a yucky feeling. I think it almost made Bethany gag as she made a few gagging type of noises. But she immediately reached both arms up and grabbed me around the neck. Halelujah, she was using her arm. We watched the kids play for a while before going to bed and she favored her arm but used it, especially when I treated her with a chocolate chip cookie for being such a big girl.

And that's not the end of my drama...

As we put the kids to bed, I did the normal bed time routine which includes praying with Scott. I try to enjoy the time rather than rush through it but sometimes get frustrated when I expect my son to say what he's thankful for and he starts asking God when he gets to play the Wii next or when he gets to go to California next. I do have to remember that he's only 3. So we finished our prayer and then I started adding to his list of thankful things, like he's thankful that his daddy loves him and puts him to bed every night, and he's thankful that his house is warm, etc. When I said that he was "thankful cause he has the best mom in the world", he looked right at me and said "but mommy, you didn't buckle me in tonight!" Yes, back to reality... I guess I wasn't the best mom in the world last night. Sorry son.

Laundry Detergent

Here's some more info I found.  This is said to be detergent whereas the previous is said to be soap:
 
Diva Detergent
1 55 oz. box Arm & Hammer Washing Soda
1/2 cup Mule Team Borax
2 Cups Oxygen Cleaner
1/2 cup Simple Green
1/2 cup Water Softening Powder
Details about ingredients:
Washing Soda – The Arm and Hammer is the only brand I've ever seen. Walmart and most grocery stores carry it. Strong enough to actually change organic compounds (pee & poo) and keeps them suspended in the water so they can easily be washed away. It is a naturally occurring compound free from enzymes, dyes, and perfumes, and is the main ingredient in most powdered laundry detergents.
Borax – Found in the grocery aisle. Whitens and brightens without phosphates and enzymes. Borax is too harsh, both to fabric and sensitive skin to be used in large amounts, and tends to not rinse out well. Less is more with Borax in laundry. (makes and excellent household cleaner, though).
Oxygen Cleaner – I use Sun Brand…it's the cheapest and most pure….Oxyclean brand has additives and fillers. For Oxygen Cleaner…the cheaper the better. Stain remover and whitener. Oxygen cleaners do not react well with extremely hard water and will add to scum build up. If you have extremely hard water, as noted above, add additional water softener.
Simple Green – A concentrated liquid cleaner…most grocery stores carry it….Walmart has it in the automotive section. If you can't find Simple Green, you can use any concentrated multi-purpose cleaner (ie: Lysol 4 in 1). Provides the necessary surfactants-to lessen the water tension and allow the detergent to become a part of the water and actually get into the clothes
Water Softening Powder – This is a key ingredient…and if you have hard water you will want to double it. White King makes a powder, but it can't be found in all areas. If you can't find a water softening powder, use ½ cup of liquid. You'll need to use a 1 lb box of baking soda for each half cup liquid added to offset the additional liquids so you don't end up with a solid mass of detergent in a couple of days. (I can't find powder in my area, so I use Calgon Liquid + baking soda).
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Put all dry ingredients in a large container – (bucket, dishpan) mix with your hands to combine. Put gloves on before adding liquid ingredients as there is a chemical reaction that makes it get rather warm…..and could burn your skin. Drizzle the wet ingredients over the top of the dry ingredients. Mix with your hands until well combined and all liquid is mixed in and there are no clumps. If it still seems too moist, you can add a box of baking soda**. Humidity levels in different parts of the country can make a difference here, as your dry ingredients might have a higher moisture content. Store in a sealed container. I have used Rubbermaid, Tupperware, coffee cans….whatever you have on hand.
Use 1-2 1/8 cup scoops (the kind that came with the oxygen cleaner) per load. You'll have to experiment a bit to find what works best with your water condition and washer size.

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Home made Laundry Soap

For a while, I've been wanting to make my own laundry soap.  Today I found a recipe at Life in a Shoe:
 
HOMEMADE LAUNDRY SOAP

• 1/2 bar of Fels Naptha soap - my local hardware store stocked this at my request.  Very nice, but next I want to try Kirk's Castile Hardwater Soap, because  if our water were any harder it would be a rock.
• 1 cup borax - available at WalMart near the laundry detergent
• 1 cup washing soda - also available at WalMart near the laundry detergent
• 1 TBS glycerin - look for it near the first aid supplies

Just 4 ingredients, see?
Grate the soap; it's easy, really.  It's soft enough to easily grate it on a handheld cheese grater.  Heat til melted in 8 cups of water.  Simmer a few minutes to be sure it's thoroughly melted.  Stir in remaining ingredients until thoroughly dissolved.  Add enough cool water to make 2 gallons.
You're done.  What?  You thought it would be harder, didn't you?
Just pour into a couple of gallon jugs.  Give it a stir or a shake now and then as it cools to keep it smooth and creamy.  It will thicken as it cools.  Ours looks a lot like a thin creamy shampoo, or a jug of heavy cream.  Yummy, but don't taste it.  Just sniff.

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Faithfully

When I was in college, my poor mom got to deal with each heart ache I experienced with a guy. And not just any guy, I of course thought each one of them was something special. Mom was great and would give me a new book on relationships each time one of mine ended. I don't remember the exact relationship, but one time mom bought me the book When God Writes Your Love Story. And to be real honest, I don't remember the what the book was specifically about but I do recall that it touched my aching but hopeful heart. What I remember best was there was a cd in the back cover of the book with a song written by the authors of the book. I loved the song and listened to it numerous times. More recently (like the last year or two), I've heard the song on the radio. What a cool reminder of what I learned so long ago and a great time to reflect on what God has done in my life when I let him have control. This morning when I heard the Selah song mentioned in my last post, I automatically thought of this song. I wanted to share it with you today because after almost 10 years, it still touches my heart.

Eric and Leslie Ludy – Faithfully

Tonight I saw a shooting star
Made me wonder where you are
For years I have been dreaming of you
I wonder if you're thinking of me too
In this world of cheap romance
Love that only friends are throught the dance
Say that I'm a fooled away for something more
How can I really love someone I've never seen before
I am long for true love every day that I had lived
And I know real love is all about learning how to give
I pray that God will bring you to me
I pray you'll find me, waiting faithfully.

Faithfully, I am yours from now until forever
Faithfully, I will write, write you a love song with my life
Cause this kind of love's worth waiting for,
No matter how long it takes, I am yours, faithfully

Tonight I saw two lovers kiss
Reminding me of my own lonely ___
Say that I am a full to keep on praying for you
How can I give a pleasure for a dream that won't come true
I will keep believing that God still has a plan
And though I can not see you now, I know that He can
And someday I will give you all of me
Until I find you , I'm waiting faïthfully.

The lyrics aren't perfectly recorded above. Take a few minutes to listen to their song here.

God Bless the Broken Road

I like this song. I heard during my drive to work this morning and wanted to share the lyrics with it. It's sung by a group called Selah. Maybe you've heard of them, maybe not. For those in the blogging world, you may have at least heard of Angie, the amazing wife, of one of the group members. Anyway, be blessed by these lyrics.

God Bless the Broken Road.

I set out on a narrow way, many years ago
Hoping I would find true love, along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
wipe my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign, pointed straight to you

Every long lost dream, led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent, just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost, and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan, that is coming true

Every long lost dream, led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way, into your loving arms
This much I know, know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I'm just rolling home
Into your loving arms
This much I know, know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you
Yes, God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Uncle James

Thanks to everyone who has and will take time out of their day today to pray for my Uncle James. His surgery is at 10am our time. Please pray for the doctors, for my Uncle James and for his wife, my Aunt Janie.

Praise God that the last 6 months have been a blessing on their marriage, probably not something they'd experienced in their 30+ years of marriage so far.

Last night as I prayed with Scott, his precious little 3 year old mind couldn't understand why "cutting Uncle James open" would help fix his heart. My son specifically prayed saying "and God, please don't let the doctors cut him all up tomorrow". Friends, I'm thankful for the heart of my young son, praying the best he knows how. Please join me in praying that the doctors can fix this heart that's physically broken and that God can heal his spiritually broken heart!

Update on 2/4:
Uncle James is doing well. He had some complications with bleeding which scared the family but he went back into surgery and they got that fixed. He also struggled with some fluid on his lungs which affected his breathing rates and that kept him in ICU until later on Monday (his wife's birthday). He's in a normal room now and sounds like he's moving right along with the healing. Thanks for praying!

Breakdown

I'm not sure who was having the mental breakdown this morning: the children or the parents.

Two whiny/crying kids + two rushed parents = chaos real quick

The chaos slowed while we drove to mom's and then picked back up to full speed when we arrived. Neither child could be pacified. Neither child would obey. Crying insued. I stayed at mom's long enough to get each child calmed down. And in the end, I gave in and let them have the cheerios.

Random Thoughts

1. My in-laws bought us an Oral-B sonic care toothbrush for Christmas. It's awesome. Using a regular toothbrush, which I do daily at my office, feels like using an old sponge to get my teeth clean. So not good enough. I'm now a tooth brush snob!
2. My email account is driving me bonkers. The little ads that pop up on the page are prohibited by my [work] server these past few days. This really slows down the process of "quickly" checking my email at the end of the day or during lunch.
3. I have a lot on my mind, and my plate right now: Sweetheart Supper plans, a big service project that I'm beginning to plan with a friend, digging through adoption options (I started a blog about that process which I hope to share in the coming month), discipline/training our children, etc
4. Why is it that all the "not so normal" budget items are going to bust our budget in February or get put on the back burner: eye doc appointment, new running shoes, Valentines Sweetheart Supper, my birthday [do you think Ryan will get me the puppy I've been wanting], propane bill, both kids needing new shoes, etc.
5. I just don't understand why people, including our President, think that abortion is acceptable. That "fertilized egg" is a life! Just browse the net a little to find how quickly those babies develop. Saturday I will attend a baby shower for Elizabeth. She's about 8 months old now. She was born at 22 weeks gestation - at a time that she wouldn't be considered a life. My friends, she is a perfect, living, example of how God creates and grows babies.
6. Oh how I would love to Go to a foreign missions field right now. Lots of news around me of people following God to those places. My friends are using the training that we learned to work with people in need to organic garden and compost so they can feed themselves. I'm hoping [and not yet acting much] on doing that with some locals who were directly affected by the May immigration raid. I also sit on the church missions committee and we're planning a missions conference and a summer trip to either Brazil or Mexico. I'm excited to go on that which then makes me want to go back to Mexicali where I spent numerous Easter Break's serving.
7. what else...

My Little Princess

I'm not sure these pictures do justice to the tantrum my daughter had on Wednesday. I'd share the video but it's over a minute long and a large file to load. Let's just say that on a "normal" day, she wouldn't have gotten away with this fit of hers.

It was probably a good thing that Scott went to his Grandma and Grandpa's to spend the night with them on Saturday. It gave our little girl some much needed only-child time. She may be adorable but she is just like her mamma. Watch out world!

How Old is He?

Last night when Scott got home from Awana Cubbies, he ran to the door with his picture in hand to show me. It was precious. We played a few minutes before it was time to head up stairs to bed. As we stood at the bottom of the stairs, I explained to him that I had a horrible head ache and his daddy would be putting him to bed. He peered up at me with a sly look on his face and said:

"mommy, it's YOUR responsibility!"

He's 3 [and a half] friends. Where does he come up with these big words? This morning on the way to his Grammy's he pulled out more funny comments. When I chose to go down the highway rather than the gravel, he was quite dissapointed and told me:

"mommy, go down the gravel please. If you go down the black road, I'm going to be grumpy!"

When asked where he learned that, it was from a cartoon on TV. Ah, the things they pick up on!

Too Much

Okay, this kid has the cheesiest grin ever. She loves to smile and say "cheese". Unfortunately, the result of her cute grin is a picture where she looks uncomfy or mad. Oh well.

The other night we had some friends over and Bethany latched right on to Zack. She reminded me of the 8th grade girls who are boy crazy. She loved playing with Zack and he was sweet to her even though he probably preferred to be playing the Wii and not worrying about stepping on little feet that were constantly under him.

Bethany wanted to be like her brother and thought she could drink out of a normal cup. Do you think she learned her lesson? Umm, no!



This child loves to crawl in boxes. I can't remember what the box was the other night that she had to be in. It was about 8" wide and 12" tall but she thought she needed to be in it. She brought it to me and asked for help. The box bulged as she squeezed her toddler body into it. Before I could grab my camera, she was wanting out of the box.

Embarrassing Moments This Weekend

1. We were the greeters at Church on Sunday. When Bethany ran off into the sanctuary Scott offered to bring her back. Grammy hauled the children back after the Church watched Scott put his arms around Bethany’s neck and “bring her back to where she was supposed to be”.
2. “shutup” is a naughty word at our house. Ryan and I used it in a playful manner and had to remove it from our vocabulary. Yesterday on our way home after a long day of shopping in Rochester, Scott reached for Bethany’s toy and she voiced her irritation with a squeal. He looked at her and adamantly said “shutup Bethany”. Where do they learn these things?

Update on weather

Friends, it was -38 this morning when I drove to mom's.  A little warmer than that on our little hill top, but as I got down into the valley, the temp read -38.  Fortunately, it was only -35 at mom's.  Whew, it was cold!  I seriously drove to work wearing my coveralls and never got too warm!
 
As I drove down the road, I thought to God, "God, if it gets to -40 I'm telling Ryan that we need to move."  And as quickly as I thought that and realized how quickly the temperature continued to drop while down in the valley, I thought again to God, "God, I better not say that or I'll have to keep my word, won't I.  Yes God, I'm not ready to be that stubborn!"

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For my West Coast Friends

This morning I left the house and it was -23 degrees.  If it wasn't so darn cold, I would have taken a picture of the thermometer reading.  Not only was it -23 degrees but the wind was blowing so we had wind chills of -45 to -54. 
 
This morning it occurred to me why so many people asked me why in the world I would move from California to Iowa.  Believe, I've been asking myself that same question today :)

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God made Iowa

from my friend Kelly:

On the sixth day God turned to the Archangel Gabriel and said:

 "Today, I am going to create a land called Iowa."

   "It will be a land of outstanding natural beauty; a land of countless glaciers, pure lakes, each one full of fish. It shall have tall majestic pines, peacefully flowing rivers, landscapes full of buffalo, tall grass, and eagles, beautiful blue skies, forests full of bear, elk and moose, rich farmland and fair minded people."

   God continued, "'I shall make the land rich in resources so as to make the inhabitants prosper and they shall be known as a most friendly people. A warm Iowa Welcome is practiced here every day."

   "But Lord," asked Gabriel, "Don't you think you are being too generous to these people of Iowa?"

   "Not really," replied God "Just wait and see the winters I am going to give them."

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You Know Its Cold...

You know its cold outside when the snowmen you built a few weeks ago are knocking at the front door asking to come inside and warm up a little!

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Mine Eyes Have Seen

While dropping off the kids this morning, my step-dad was blowing snow and could hardly see since his glasses were fogged up.  I was so thankful to be wearing contacts and not deal with that issue.  Thirty minutes later, and almost to my office, I realized that I neither had my contacts in or my glasses on.  This is typically no big deal since my glasses are kept in my purse.  However, last night while falling asleep on the couch, I pulled my glasses off and set them on the table. 
 
I can see well enough in general that I don't need glasses.  In fact, most Saturdays I don't deal with glasses or contacts.  It's when I have my head stuck in a computer that I need those little buggers to keep my eyes from straining.  Today is one of those days and I find that I've been light headed the past few hours.  A quick break to the bathroom reinforced my dizziness.  Now I'm wondering how long it will take to finish the "must finish" items before I can leave the office and head home to get my glasses... this is not how I want to use vacation time...

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