More Stuff

I just believe there is too much stuff everywhere. Take yourself to the cheese aisle in the grocery store. How many different kinds do we need? I appreciate all kinds, but do I need them? No! What about the laundry aisle? There are too many choices there, too! Socks - how many do we need? To quote my daughter's favorite show (Hannah Monontana - spelling is descriptive of her pronunciation), "A pair and a spare!" This Christmas season, you would think we are all going to do better this year on the stuff subject - but I wonder who will? Will we rush out to stuff the stockings? Will we count the presents and think we need more??? Even my own father is guilty of sending me shopping for my mother with the instructions of : I want her to have a lot to open! If we teach our children early that they don't get so much at Christmas, we'll probably have more years of peace. The demands in the lists to Santa are sad; they don't have to be! Yes, my children know we celebrate Jesus being born, but Santa is the first thing they talk about and look for traces of when they wake up on Christmas morning. We have 100+ stuffed animals in our home, 200+ cheap toys from the dollar aisle at Wal-Mart, and countless freebies/surprises from the fast food industry. My husband loves t-shirts and has hundreds from all of the places he's been, races he's run, jobs he's had, restaurants he's eaten in, and more. I'm not a shoe girl, but I'm guilty of owning more than one bottle of lotion or perfume! Anyway, as we reflect in a time of economic instability, let us remember that precious Baby Jesus that came to Earth to guide and teach us love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control, and did it without sin. Then He gave up his life so we could spend eternity in Heaven. Now that's some heavy stuff, and we will could never have too much of that!

(Picture of Sarah on Christmas day, age 1yr4mos)

Facebook

Okay, that's where I've been lately! Facebook! It's so ridiculously addicting and both Daniel and I are surprised that we ever started. Needless to say, it's fun and interesting, and takes away the mystery of wondering where the long lost friends from college are and what they look like and what the did when they grew up, if ever. If you've never seen facebook, everyone has their own page, or wall, and they post pictures of themselves and update what they are doing each day. The best thing about facebook is that you catch up with someone in a sentence or two, and you quickly have found 100+ friends without writing emails back and forth, attaching pictures, etc. If you're a facebook friend, you know that you enjoy a quick update on friends from your past without spending a whole lot of time on email and it makes you so much more connected as if you are all in a room talking! I think of it as a street, more than a room! One of my newest

friends is living in Macon, and after 2 sentences I found out how she got there (it's my college town, so I always find interest in those who stayed)! I'll hope to see you there, and if not, I hope you'll come back here as I promise to Blog more!! :)

We're back!

Hello!

We're back from the beach - this picture was taken all the way over on Navarre Beach. We actually spent 10 days in Destin, but this was one of the last days when we decided to revisit the area we stumbled upon earlier in the week. The boys went to some aviation museum and on the way back, they saw a shark museum that looked interesting. We all loaded up one day and took the kids to the shark museum which was okay, but I wouldn't send you there if you weren't already pretty close to it. Anyway, you know the vacation feeling that time stands still and you're able to say yes more, like to your kids? For instance, "Yes, we can go to the beach this morning, even though it is 7 a.m." or "Yes, you can have that popsicle for breakfast!" Okay, so we're driving back from the shark "museum" and we see this long bridge, which looks pretty cool. Cameron and Sarah love bridges and they wanted to drive over it.....so....we said yes. The next thing we know, we're in this strange place that looks very beautiful, but also very desolate. We found a public beach access area, and were astonished at the raw beauty of the shore - most importantly - SHE SHELLS!!!! Well, sea shells for most, but for us they're she shells. Destin isn't known for the shells, and our family loves shells! So we spent as much time as the sun would allow gathering up shells, and vowed to return before we headed home. We did and this picture was the last night of our vacation. We're pretty messy, but who cares? I like it because there aren't buildings and people in the background like last year's family pic. There's more to come on the trip, but in a nut shell? We had a great time, didn't want to come back, life isn't as fun right after vacation, and we can't wait until next year. Sound familiar?

Let's Compare Days

This voicemail transcription is from June, 2002 from my sister. My how things have changed. I received this voicemail while in Hawaii with our good friends the Chapmans. Daniel and I were newly married, just 11 months in, and were on vacation in Hawaii. Niki had just had her second child, Trey, in May. It's hysterical for me to re-read this, and thankfully I wrote every word down before I deleted it. What brought this to my attention is that as I sit here at home on this Friday night, tracking Daniel's intercontinental flight, I compared our days in my head. He's been in Paris under the Eiffel Tower, I've been in Social Circle. He's flown 11 hours non-stop to Salt Lake City, had dinner and a movie with adults, I've taught 7 third graders 5 days straight. He's walked in to a nice, clean hotel room and I've herded cats, I mean kids, out the door and left many a trail. So comparing days is JUST NOT REALLY IDEAL, is it??? I'm not jealous, I mean that. I just am observant. Just aware of the situation, that's all. He's been gone since Tuesday and won't be home till Sunday.



Here it is:



"Okay it's Niki, it's Monday morning about 9. Let's compare days: So far, I got up at midnight, I got up at 3. I've been up since 6. I've put a whiny child (big sister Kate, age 5) back to bed already because she's been whining my head off. I've started a load of laundry, I've cleaned up my kitchen, and now I'm about to sit down and make a grocery list. YOU on the other hand, oh, and it looks like it's about to rain. It's nasty and you know Macon stinks when it rains. You on the other hand probably haven't gotten up yet, but if you have you're enjoying a leisurely breakfast I'm sure at a nice hotel IN HAWAII and probably going to spend some time out in the sun or something fun & romantic, maybe a nice brunch with friends, no children involved, then at your leisure you'll fly back to Atlanta and come back to your home where there again are no children involved and you will enjoy a relaxing summer. So I have an idea to prepare you for what might one day be your life: Next Thursday...."



Yeah, she was right about how we were spending our days in Hawaii. She then went on to describe how she needed my help running a day camp at her house where she and her friends had come up with a way to have 8 summer days kid free at the expense of one full day of all eight kids at your house. Well, of course I did it and "life guarded" all 8 of the "rugrats" as she called them, helped with crafts and lunch, and they went home happy and tired. It was a great idea that I intend to copy next summer, call me to sign yours up! But oh how quickly that one day became my life and I began to do the same thing. I began to compare days. We all do. It's a bad habit we should all break, because when it comes down to it, we generally compare our day to someone we think has it better than we do. Why don't we compare our day to someone who doesn't. Maybe then we'll become a little more grateful, not that we aren't most days.



I just thought about that conversation/message tonight as I was tempted to "compare days." Mine is minutes from ending. Daniel's still flying; he has 6 hours to go. I'm going to get in bed, where there is a cute red head waiting for me! His name is Cameron, and he's 5, is wearing shark pj's and has 3 band aids on his knees over which he's protecting small suspected ringworm sites from spreading.

Nitey nite!

Beach Countdown

We're on the countdown to our annual beach trip! Yes, on October 4th, we'll be driving the long drive down to Destin....in two cars.....with only 3 people in each car!

It dates back about 15 years ago, maybe more. The first trip I remember taking was with my parents and I took a friend, but my sister didn't go. We went to the small town of Seagrove Beach, Florida, and we rented a small condo there. It was nice, quiet, and extremely relaxing. Through the years, we've changed members of the family that could go, for some reason or another. There were years I stayed home because I was working and couldn't get off, a trip where it was the original Slaughter Family of 4, and then began the additions to the family in the way of kids! I remember several years where just my sister and her daughter Kate went with my parents, and again, I couldn't because of work. But we always went in semi-celebration of both of my parents birthdays. Daddy's is on the 6th of September, Mama's on the 10th. So we always left the first Saturday in September, and stayed through the week until the next Saturday. There were trips that were shortened due to hurricanes, and the infamous ruined trip the week of September 11, 2001. I didn't go that year; Daniel and I were newlyweds and I was teaching my first year in Social Circle. It was horrific. Daniel was actually in New York, but not in the city, and my parents were at the beach. For days. Daniel was grounded for about 4 days, my parents didn't come home until Saturday.

But the trip remains a much anticipated one, nonetheless. We moved our condo to the big city of Destin. Yeah, it's a little too busy for me, little too crowded; I prefer Sea Island, my dad prefers a high-rise. He wins. He also wins in the car situation. One year we flew Delta; once in our Cessna-182. In fact, it was the year of Hurricane Katrina and we were dropping off Daniel's aunt after she evacuated Mississippi that we thought if we were going to be at the airport, why not jump on an airplane? That was the time Daniel dropped me at curbside, with a baby, a toddler, two carseats, a double stroller, 4 suitcases, and an elderly aunt who stops to smell the roses.

Yet most years we've driven two cars, no matter that both vehicles seat 7. Each. Yes, together the cars that we drive down could seat 14 people! But don't try to convince my daddy that we could save on gas, that we could enjoy each other's company, and that it would be less stressful on everyone if we carpooled. WHO DOESN'T CARPOOL TO THE BEACH??? We've gone round and round. He wins, every time. They claim they take too much stuff, that he wants to be able to jump in his own car at any given time and drive to Wal-Mart! OH! That's another hilarious part of this trip! We go to Wal-Mart almost EVERY DAY! How foolish is that? But just knowing that it's a block away keeps you from packing everything because you think, "I'll get it at Wal-Mart?"

One year my sister and I joked that the other one better not get pregnant and ruin the trip. Well, guess who got pregnant? Yes, me. With Sarah, and due on July 31st meaning infant at the beach less than 6 weeks old. Maybe you would've done it, but we didn't.

Luckily, this year and last year, Daniel has been awarded the time off. There were a few years he came late, left early, or didn't get to go at all.

So we're getting up early Saturday the 4th morning, we're going to tell the kids to go get the stuff they want to take to the beach, and we're telling them that we're going right NOW!!! They're going to go nuts, and we can't wait to see their faces! Just tonight I was talking with Cameron, age 5, about how much he likes to swim in the ocean and he asked me when we were to do that again. I casually said I didn't know; he didn't press it! Oh how I'd love to tell him, but I really believe he'll be ecstatic! So am I! I'll post more on the trip when we return! I can't wait to see how they've grown in comparison to this picture from last year!

This is Pa-Pa! We pronounced it "paw-paw" and we loved this man vvvvvery much! I got this picture a few days ago from my sweet cousin Marti, whose sister is his arms. I'm the other toddler! The one with the red and yellow striped shirt. Pa-Pa passed away when I was a freshman in college, 1991. He was my dad's dad. He and my grandmother, "Granny Slaughter" lived in Conyers on a small farm that was a little piece of heaven to us 9 grandchildren. We had the time of our lives there! Every Sunday, we ate lunch with my mother's side of the family, and then about 4:00, we would make the drive to Conyers to be with my father's side for dinner and cousin fun. I don't think we missed a Sunday! If we did, it was rare. I could ramble on and on about why this grandfather of mine has part of my heart, responsible for many of my memories, and left a huge legacy to our family. But perhaps the sweetest thing I get to remember on a daily basis is that his nickname was "Red." In fact, to most of his friends, and anyone for that matter, they never knew his real name. He was Red Slaughter. And it's because he had red hair! So for those of you who have said to us, "Where'd they get that red hair?" I can tell you it goes way back! I used to wonder myself, since it wasn't mine or Daniel's hair color. It wasn't even my parents, or his parents, or even our sibling's. It's from Pa-Pa. His real name was Theodore Mateson Slaughter, T.M. for short, but Red for all. By the way, Cameron's middle name is Theodore! I love you, Pa-Pa! Thank you Marti for this flashback! Love you, too!

Voices Carry

Have you ever sat down to a quiet conversation, only to realize there are others listening? Or, have you ever listened to a conversation from the table next to yours? Would you change what you said if you knew somebody was listening? Obviously, blogging is an open book, but there are some conversations you want to be private and not interrupted. Yet there's always the knock at the door, the child that finds you locked in the closet on the phone, or the hush of conversation in a crowded room that leaves you public. Where can you go to get a little piece of quiet? Trust me, it's not the bathroom, the closet, or the back deck. They find you. So hush, hush, keep it down, down, voices carry.

Our Web Cam

This is me and Cameron showing Daddy his tattoo, and me below sitting in front of the computer, talking to Daniel on the Skype thing I've blogged about before. You have to sit really still in order for the picture not to be jumbled up, but once you get comfortable , it's not so bad. The kids can't begin to be seen as they can't be still for a second! Daniel's off to Rio today, for a 9 or so hour flight there, and a 60 something hour layover, then 9 back. Kinda hard to feel sorry for him laying over in Rio for 3 days, huh? Don't feel sorry for me, laboring over the house and kids, shuttling a mini van loaded with back-packs, papers to grade, and whiny kids after a 5 a.m. wake up. Actually, I joke about it, but I do love getting up early! I love it being dark when I hit the off button on the alarm, evidence that I haven't missed a beat of the daylight! I love getting in the shower groggy, then going through a dark and quiet house to the kitchen where my coffee awaits me. I love the lamp in my kitchen, the warm light that comes from the glow of the bulb and mixes with the yellow walls behind it. It's like my own little sunrise. I'm okay with the fogginess of my head, the minutes that go by unproductive until the caffeine kicks in. And I love it when the pitter patter of little feet turns my head and I see the sweet morning face of one of my kids. Or better than that, beating them to the wake up call and kissing their faces awake. I love mornings, and for a while, I had missed that whole 2 hours I've just described. I am now grateful for a purpose, a reason that gets me up that early. Yeah, it's hard not to hit the snooze. But that's a path I don't dare take myself down! Thanks to the long weekend, I'm rejuvenated and ready to finish the week! Plus, this begins the countdown to our beach trip!

Has it really been 10 days?

I'm teaching a class of 7 third graders this year, at the same school where both of my own children attend. It's been 5 years since I last wore the teacher hat, and it's beginning to feel quite comfortable. It's also the reason that some of you have called and said I've fallen off the face....forgotten about my other stay-at-home mommy friends.......bailed on late nighters..........not returned phone calls/emails.......not blogged for days.......just to name a few. For those things, I really am very sorry I've let you down. Really! It has taken me, and I'm not even close yet, several days to feel somewhat normal. But then, I have a weekend of freedom and Monday comes too quickly! Routines are super important to feeling healthy and vivacious! So I'm going to wind this down, hope everyone has a great night!

Oh, yeah, I see it now

I'm no expert on diving, but I've always loved watching those who are. My last attempt at a cannonball left my audience in tears, and left me with a nose full of pool water. It's not that I can't do it, it's really that I have never tried and it truly is harder than it looks!! Well, for me anyway. Now I can do a pretty jackknife, but preacher seat? No. Can opener? No. Cannonball? No way Jose!!!! So when I watch these gorgeous Olympic divers, I'm baffled that not only can they pull off those amazing dives by themselves, but that they can execute simultaneously 2 divers from platform to water! And the form, the beauty, and the sheer magnitude is breathtaking. I'm really enjoying watching the Summer Olympics! What I don't like is after I'm speechless, I hear this announcer critique a small twist here, or a slight knee bend there. Sad. I know they are judged, but if you have to replay to find the fault, is it really worth lost points? I see it in this picture, but didn't see it as I watched it. Anyway, it's fun to watch with the family and I wish all of them good luck! Makes me wish I would've pursued swimming and diving a little longer than one quarter at college.

And he's off!

This time, to Germany. Last trip: Stockholm, Sweden. The pilot would rather stay home and as Cameron says, "work in the basement." Especially since he'll say goodbye to the three year old and when he returns, she'll be four. I think this is the first time he's missed one of their birthdays, and it will definitely be the most long distance destination from which he'll sing Happy Birthday. I always said he had a gene in him that allowed him to travel away from family. Even before he was our daddy and husband, he lived in Hawaii and traveled many months at a time before heading home. I've lived in Macon. I've lived in Atlanta. All about 1 hour away from the home where I was brought as an infant, where my parents still live. Anyway, here's a cool picture, no pun intended, of his last trip that makes it all worth it. We get good stories, great presents, and priceless pictures. Wish I could've joined him!

The end of 714NM

We said farewell to a part of our family and our history last week. 714NM left us to go live with a 16 year old boy whose love of flying matches Daniel's quite perfectly. I met 4NM when I first met Daniel, in 1994. It was our first date, to fly over Monroe in this airplane. Daniel was 17 when he got the Cessna 150, and was 38 when he sold it. We've all had fun in this airplane and it will be surely missed! Happy flying 714NM! We love you!

The lack of blogging

I'm beginning to understand what everyone means about blogging becoming both therapeutic and addicting at the same time! I can't help but wonder, will I need therapy because I've blogged too much, or will I blog to avoid therapy? Nonetheless, I find myself going about my day with the thoughts like, "I could write about that in my blog!" or "Nobody would believe this happened to me when I blog about it!" So lately, there hasn't been a blog posted and I've felt strange not updating my site! I've felt guilty and at the same time, all the thoughts have jumbled themselves together so much that I sit here wondering what I was going to say! The next phase is comparing my blog to others! I can't update you on current events except that it is terrible to hear about the earthquake in CA, terrible to see how our presidential candidates don't look promising, even more terrible that babies aren't safe around puppies, or that there are times our 911 system lets us down. But I can leave my newly found wisdom on parenting, life lessons, and promises from above that will hopefully take you to a new dimension of thinking while at the same time keeping you from making the mistake I already did.

Santa makes a Summer Visit

For those of you with small children, who might be nearing the end of your rope of summer fun, here's a glimmer of hope. If you believe. I believe.

Santa makes his magical visit to our home every year. In fact, my own mother still believes in him. So it makes perfect sense that in the day of "don't lie to your kids" or "tell them the real reason of the season" that I'm okay with a little magic. Make no mistake, we are a family of faith, of prayer, and of understanding the reason we celebrate Christmas. Our kids know as many details as we do. And while I may regret it when the truth hits them both, it works for us now.

So yesterday, after a long weekend of cousins, birthday parties, cookouts, and travel, we had a meltdown. Well, Sarah had the meltdown. It began innocently enough, while we were amidst a game of hide n seek. I had been "it" but was this time hiding, conveniently enough in the laundry room where I took advantage of the slow finder and changed out a load of laundry. I heard the grandparents talking about crying, who it was, where it was, that kind of thing. Fast forward downstairs, top bunk, Cameron's room. Both of ours crying. Cousins not crying. That's typical. As it turns out, Sarah had taken a salivating turn to her brother's back for a little hors d'oeuvre treat to herself. Luckily, she didn't get a mouthful, but she most definitely made her mark.

Where does Santa come in? Well, after much debate with family about whether the punishment fit the crime, I once more discussed the deal with the 3 year old. And, I told her I'd be making a call to Santa while she was asleep! Nothing like a Summer check up. And just like last year, it worked much better than any threat or punishment we've ever dished. It even comes with a visitor from Elf on the Shelf. Visit www.elfontheshelf.com website for help with your little ones! Magic put a spell on us once more, and not a minute too soon!

Quito

The people in Quito, Ecuador may not have much, but they are happy people. Daniel spent several layovers there, and that was his first and lasting impression. I like this picture.

All they need is love

Children love to be loved, praised, thought highly of, and payed attention to. I don't think that is new info to anyone, but something we often forget. In a day's time, I've been guilty of using phrases like, "Are you serious? You thought mommy would be happy that you did that?" I'm no expert, but what I do know is the look in both of my kids eyes when I bring out the positive of a situation, instead of the negative. When I surround a situation with love. My kids recently broke a window by throwing marbles in our sun room. My presence? Negative. Somewhere in the other end of the house. Cameron reports, mommy investigates. My first question was, "Oh wow! Are you both okay? Did anyone touch the glass? Is anyone cut?" Instead of, "Why did...what were....you're in trouble....give me those....wait till your father gets home.....get to your room!" No, they don't need to hear that! What they did need to hear was love and that I thought of their safety first. These windows are from the floor to the ceiling, 2 stories high, and on somewhat of a hill, with rocks all around! Luckily it was a small break, didn't require repair immediately, and was on the higher pane. Luckily, they were throwing marbles, small ones. Anyway, of course I told them not to do that again, but why? Not because the windows are probably expensive, or because it would be a hassle to fix, but because their safety is the most important part of my job as their mom. But I think, no I know, I got more respect that way and I can be sure they won't do it again. Well, hopeful anyway!

Tomatoes in the Window

Yeah, that's right. They're there. Two tomatoes in the window sill. From my sweet grandmother "Granny Jones!" This should've been happening sooner than mid July, but I got 'em now. And they'll be gone tomorrow. Yum yum. Thanks Granny Jones, and Happy Birthday! 87 years old, and living in her new home at the end of my parents driveway! What a life!

Flight Status

It's two minutes 'till midnight, and I'm heading off to bed. As usual, I take one more look at the flight he's on, where it is, and how much longer he'll be in the air. I look at the little airplane on the screen, having more of a connection with the little icon than with the truth that it is just that. An icon. I get the lump in my throat when I see that he's about to leave the U.S. and head over the "big pond" as he calls it. As he gets closer to leaving land, I zoom in on his little plane icon, only to see that it's heading in the opposite direction. Why does it look like he's turning around? Why does it look like he's making an emergency landing? Would there be any reason he would need to land in Greenland? Or Iceland? What's happening? But he's not landing there. Nor is he turning around to come home. He's just going around weather, or whatever, and for some reason the tracking program picks it up. Thanks a lot. All I can say is that it's keeping my heart healthy because every time it changes, I feel my pulse race. So now I'm x-ing out of the tracking system. And sadly enough, he'll still be in the air when I hear the light footsteps coming up the stairs followed by kisses on the hand. That'll work. Okay guys, I'm up.

Keeping It Holy

Sunday is the day to honor our heavenly Father, to praise Him, and to rest as He did. Today started about as abnormal as any day could have, in our household! In the words of the parents in "Home Alone" "We slept in!!!" The kids stayed at my parents last night, on a whim, just because my father is the most amazing grandpa in the world. He wanted to get Sarah, his "little Kristie" for the night, but when I told her he was coming, she said she didn't want to go. In the life of 3 year old drama queen, that's pretty normal. So Cameron, being the tender little man he is, said he would go, so Grandpa wouldn't be sad. BUT, when Grandpa arrived in a new/used Nissan sedan, Sarah got new ride jealous. And being the prepared and hopeful grandpa that he is, he had 2 car seats in the back! Off they went, leaving me and Daniel to stare at each other in amazement. How perfect is this Saturday night? So after I payed my respects to a friend who lost his mother, we went to dinner in Athens. Fast forward to Sunday, and the main point of this post. It's quiet, it's a king sized bed, and it's Sunday morning past 9. How did that happen? Daniel has a late sign in, will be flying all night to Stockholm, and it only made sense to sleep in even more. But I'm so thankful we are plugged in to our church home, Monroe FBC, and we had two little worshippers waiting for us to sit with them at "big church." We got there in time for the 11 o'clock call to worship, enjoyed a wonderful sermon, and headed off to the mack-deddy town of Jersey for lunch. Thank you Dr. McGarity and family for a wonderful restaurant! So, after lunch, we rested with my parents hanging around in recliners and sofas and watched a cute Disney movie. Daniel left on time, and I squeezed in a trip to the Wal-Mart super center. Ok, now about the Holy part. Would God consider my day a day of rest? Would he consider my actions to be keeping it Holy? Probably not. Why is it so hard in this day/age to hold true to biblical principals and truths? Why are we a self-consumed society, and why am I a part of it? I'd almost rather be in the decades before electricity, running water, cars, phones, much more than in this wifi world. What am I doing in my home office at 11pm on my computer? Why are my kids on the couch in the den watching "Hannah Monontana?" No, not a misspelled word, but my 3 yr old's version. Anyway, I couldn't help but wonder today, the Sabbath, if I'll ever get out of this rut and begin to keep it Holy. Where do we start?

New Blog

Okay, I've posted these all in one night, but in the event someone finds my blog tonight, I don't want them to hang dry. Plus, I was curious if I could pull it off!

I hope to stay current on this, so come back if you're interested!

It's late, and the cicadas are going crazy. Hope this night brings no more storms. It's pj time!

On being a Pilot's Wife

One of the main reasons this blog is important to me is the voice I can have while my mate is gone! Sometimes the only adult conversation I have is the call I make to my friends, only to listen to each of our children in the background acting out to gain our attention once more. Whether your husband works locally or travels, your conversation sees its limits.

Just today, we were on our Skype call, which I highly recommend, with a camera of course, and the kids were bouncing so fast that he couldn't even see them! I had to hold the camera still, while holding them in my lap so he could get a good glimpse of them! So of course I couldn't have a needed conversation with him. Now, he'll come in just about the same time we get up in the morning, he'll have been flying all night, and he'll be utterly exhausted. The transition from cockpit conversation to Kristie conversation is one we've laughed about for years! He'll need the skinny details, and I'll just want to ramble on and on. I'll forget that the man he needed to talk to about the airplane called, that his dad called, that he needs to sign this, pay that. All I'll really want to know is how long he wants to stay awake, what food he wants, is he planning on a long hot shower, or does he need to jump in, jump out, and dive in the bed.

So we'll be heading out after he starts his day with a long nap, and we'll hope to spend under $100.

My kids

We were blessed with 2 beautiful children very quickly after being married for only 1 year. It makes me very sad to hear about couples that have a hard time conceiving, but at the same moment I'm sad for them, I'm also sad that we didn't experience the "trying" phase of life. And I don't mean that in a gutter way, but our children came in God's time, not our own. He completely knew how long we would've waited, so he fixed that quickly. Well, we're done now, and much to every one's dismay, no more red-heads!! Cameron, our oldest is the bright red that is so striking, but with the most gold flecks I've ever seen! Sarah's is the dreamiest with enough red to not be blond, but strawberry gold-ish, like Cameron's! They are 17 months apart but are now so close it's beautiful!

My First Post

It's late, I know, but I just ran across an old friend's blog and got all green with envy. I've done this before and was a little overwhelmed about the entire world reading my thoughts, but I think I can handle it now.

It's after midnight, and I'm extremely tired from doing absolutely nothing all day. And when I say nothing, I mean nothing out of the ordinary, nothing unique or worth of a bragging word or two. Daniel left 2 days ago for Santiago, and is somewhere over the South Pacific Ocean right about now. Me and the two kids spent the day doing laundry, painting, and chasing each other in batman costumes. We made more of a mess than 3 people should. So now I've spent the late part of the evening destroying the evidence that we didn't care what we did while daddy was on a trip.