freckles

my little girl has some tiny freckles.

I love them.

only about 4.

miniscule, but I noticed them the other day.

look closely and you may see them.

Drilling

Whenever dan goes to make something the boy always joins him with his tool box and tools. 

the boy's tools are made of wood.

Dan just finished making a screen door and put it in.

the boy helped carry the real drill and screws up.

"Daddy i know how to do this without getting hurt"

So dan showed him how to use the drill and we watched as he drilled about 10 screws into the door.

(into previously drilled holes)

killer seatbelt drama

this saturday I had the opportunity to go to Wonderjam at Canada's Wonderland.



i'm taking the pic; these are the fun people I went with.

i wanted to see the bands...

ok, really just one band....

and of course to ride the rides too.

what a good day.

after sharing 2 XL Pizzas from Pizza Pizza

and a ride up at 301 ft

Windseeker.

it was time for my anticipated concert.
Skillet.

the guy introducing them said that 'they have a killer seatbelt drama.'

a what? 
i asked dan. 

I had no idea what a 'seatbelt drama' was, but dan heard correctly.

'they have a killer female drummer.'

(made much more sense - and they really do)

Skillet has to be one of the best live shows. 

they were amazing. 

the violin and cello.....

i don't have words to describe them.

I sat at the back, on the grass.

not the best location to film with a little olympus camera, but here's a little taste of their final song.

thank you Micaela for the tickets to go.  

you are awesome!

Changed.... yet again

Alright.

those of you who actually read this thing, no matter how often, have seen a few changes happen to the look of it.

I think i said i wouldn't change it again too soon, the last time I did it.

sorry.

i got sick of the look.

when I read other blogs I say to myself

"i like how this one looks, I need to fix the look of mine."

I'd promise i won't change it again,

but..

we all know i can't keep that promise.

currently i really like this look.

sorry if you don't.

but here's a new photo anyway :)

daddy

sunday was father's day.

any man can be a father.

i have a dad.
a daddy.

my dad:

spent time with me.  

played games with me.

teased me.

made me laugh.

loved me.

carried me up to bed when I fell asleep in front if the tv

(or when I pretended to be).

helped me with homework.

came to special events.

inspired me to be my best.

showed me when it meant to love others.

taught me the value of money.

hugged me.

never gave me reason to doubt his love.

my kids have a dad.

a daddy.

i am so thankful for my dad

and my husband (the dad of my kids)

Happy (belated) daddy's day!

my Jones

So, as you all know

I love Jones Soda!

I want to have one of my photos on a bottle.

I also want to do the My Jones and personalize some bottles for something.

So, imagine how happy I was to see the wedding favors this weekend.

love them!

by the way,

my bottle's fortune was: Donate your time.

Dan's fortune was: Call your mom. 

Faith's fortune was:

i forget what Jordan's fortune was..something about work i think.

Wedding Memories

This past weekend I had the honor of being in the wedding of two very special people.

I had been a youth leader for each of them and have watched them grow into people whose love for God surpassed everything. 

when asked to be in the wedding I was so honored and priveleged, as well as excited to know that the beautiful bride-to-be loved me as much as I loved her. 

after amazing bridal showers and chats about plans, dress buying and adjusting..

the day was finally here. 

I also had the opportunity to step behind my camera, and capture some beautiful memories for the two of them. 

these are a few of the memories.

 Faith has dreads and her hair looked absolutely spectacular!

Beautiful maid of honor, Kirsten, getting her hair done. 

the original plan was to curl and put the hair up. 

We vetoed that idea and she kept it down - gorgeous.

Faith is a spectacular pianist. 

had to have the piano in a photo somewhere.

what an amazing day!

Congratulations Faith and Jordan!!

once again, thank you for asking me to share in this day.



beach adventures

yesterday was our first trip to the beach this summer.

is it summer yet?

it sure felt like summer.

No, she isn't praying to the gods of summer..
she's drinking the lake instead.

the best thing about going to the beach on a tuesday in May

we had the beach to ourselves.

the boy wished we were at the ocean.

One day little guy, one day.

some thinking about me

so, I'm going to be 36 this summer.

not a significant age except it's the one i'm turning.

I have been doing some thinking about me lately.

i heard once that at 30 a woman knows who she is.

She has confidence in who she is.

i struggle with what others think of me.

I always have.

other people's opinions have always mattered to me.

I've had phases when I don't care what others think and truly don't care.

but that is not me on a regular basis.

I am scared of disappointing others.

I shy from confrontation.

I compare myself to others.

I compare myself to other moms.

I just wrote about dan and I going bouldering.

the first thing i said as we grabbed the crash pads and headed to the rock was

"i don't look like I should be here."

it made me stop and think.

i think that about a lot of things.

I have dreads.

(a mother of 2 shouldn't have dreads)

I wear cords, tshirts and birkenstocks.

(she has no style)

i hate makeup.

(she needs make-up, she'd be pretty)

i wear surf shorts in the summer.

(she looks like a boy)

I love spoon rings.

(ugly things)

I love drama and escaping into a character.

(She is no good at that, someone should tell her)

I have a little girl who hits and pushes anyone smaller.

(she has no control over her kid)

I love to draw.

(that doesn't look like what she thinks it is at all...i don't see it)

I love to play catch with my husband - football or baseball

(she throws like a girl - her arm sucks)

the list could go on and on...

i need to be the woman i am, with confidence. 

I need to believe i am just who God made me to be.

I know I am just who God made me.

I have gifts and talents, and am good at many things.

I worked with youth and kids for years...

my passion was making sure that they have a confidence in who they are and encouraging them. 

I didn't want them to believe the lies I sometimes believe.

but..

some days it's so easy to fall and believe the lies.

Bouldering

Victoria Day Weekend Dan and I headed south.

to West Virginia to be exact.

Why stay home with the cottagers and tourists...

when we had a long weekend to go elsewhere.

We shipped the kids and dog off to dan's parents

- whom I am very thankful to have near.

and off we went down the highway.

Country Road...

Take me home...

To the place I belong...

West Virginia.

WV has beautiful countryside.

WV has the New River Gorge

and it has Cooper's Rock State Forest.

It was at Coopers Rock that we arrived and set up camp.

we had beautiful weather all weekend to do what we enjoy,

and the reason we went.

Dan on the first climb of the weekend

Anniversary

Anniversary: 

1.the yearly occurrence of the date of a past event.

2. the celebration or commemoration of such a date.

Anniversaries are a time to remember.

a wedding anniversary is a time to look back on why you married your spouse. 

why you fell in love with him/her. 

a time to cherish the years you have had

and to look forward to the years to come.

A birthday is the anniversary of your day of birth.

to mark each year you have been alive.

a time to celebrate with friends and family.

The anniversary of the passing of a loved one

brings with it sorrow.

the sorrow and memory of losing that special person

remembering that he/she has not been with you for the past year(s).

it also brings the bittersweet memories of your life with that person.

joys, tears, laughter...

and why you love him/her so much.

remembered, not forgotten - but still painful.

people celebrate anniversaries of many aspects of life.

some people even celebrate certain 'month'iversaries..

especially in relationships. 

the one month!

the six month!

the 18 month!

sometimes people get a little carried away

(especially when an anniversary is supposed to be an annual event).

Some anniversaries are only special to the person who is remembering.

not a time for a party.

not a time for balloons or presents.

just a time for someone to remember.

to remember what happened on that day a year...or many years...ago.

a year ago a very special man passed away

while that same day another very special man survived.

i love them both so much,

and am thankful for the memories with the one,

and for the memories past and still to come with the other.

Mother's Day

When asked "What do you want to do for Mother's Day?"

I generally answer the same thing.

"Let's go for a hike."

I love hiking and being out in God's spectacular creation.

 

This year we went on a hike on the Saturday,

after a morning of yard work.

The dog didn't do so well in the car...

(let's just say he barks really loud!)

The kids did amazing -

the girl didn't need to get in the backpack at all

- her first official hike.

We hiked to a dam &  waterfall. 

Wilson's Falls.

One thing that I loved:

Dan watched the kids while he let me wander and snap some photos.

So nice to be able to do that.

Lunchtime Reading

I love to read.

I love to read quietly.

I LOVE to read out loud to anyone who will listen. 

My husband is someone who loves to listen. 

My kids love me to read to them too. 

We read to them at bedtime. 

I love those moments. 

But, my favorite time is our lunchtime reading.

We just finished reading the boy's Storytime Bible. 

We read a couple stories each lunchtime that we're home. 

Monday we finished it. 

I didn't know what to read next. 

So i went to the boy's bookshelf - it has chapter books i plan to read him one day. 

I selected one, and we began it at lunch. 

i hope they love it as I did as a kid.

Lunatic, Liar or Lord

**Alright, so I changed the look of my blog - not sure what I think.  

Oh well, I'll let it stay for a while and then tweak it to something I like.. or who knows I may begin to LOVE it.  we'll see.**

As Easter arrives, and thoughts turn to Christ, His death and resurrection - 

the reason we celebrate Good Friday and Easter.

I have been thinking about who He is, and why He did what He did.

C.S.Lewis (Clive Staples Lewis) was a fantastic Christian writer.  

He wrote wonderful kids stories (enjoyed by ALL ages) - The Chronicles of Narnia.  

But he also wrote many books about the Christian Life.

(photo from wikipedia)

This quote, from his book 'Mere Christianity', is CS Lewis talking about who Christ was/is.  

"I am trying here to prevent anyone from saying the really foolish thing that people often say about Him: 'I'm ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don't accept his claim to be God.'  That is the one thing we must not say.  A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher.  He would be either a lunatic - on the level with the man who says he's a poached egg - or else he would be the Devil of Hell.  You must make your choice.  Either this man was, and is, the Son of God: or else a madman or something worse.  You can shut Him up for a fool, you can spit at Him and kill Him as a demon; or you can fall at His feet and call Him Lord and God. "  *emphasis, mine.

Lunatic...Liar or Lord.  

As the Easter holiday comes and goes, take the time and think about who you truly believe Jesus to be.

some wishes come true.

Have you ever said or wished something and then only a mere moment later have it happen?

Not a positive wish.

One that you didn't really mean, but it was a frustration or angry moment and the thought/words came before you could filter them.

I had one of those on friday.

Our dog has been a handful this past week.

He has not been listening.

I have been quite frustrated and annoyed with him.

Friday i put my daughter to her nap and went out to see 'Jack'.

There he was

playing in the ditch

down by the road.

I called him.

He looked at me, cocking his head, as if debating what to do.

Why come when he is doing something wrong.

...to sum up he did finally get out of the ditch and ran to the back edge of the yard.

On my way to the house to get the chain i started venting - to no one in particular.

"i hate this dog.

I'm sick of cleaning up his poo

I'm sick of him not listening

i just wish he'd run on the road and get hit.

but what I hate is that I'd miss him,

i'd cry.

i'd actually miss the annoying dog."

and I continued to complain.

I came out of the house, attached the chain to the pole and called Jack.

IMMEDIATELY, from the road...

THUMP!...

WHIMPER.

I ran so fast to the front of the house

I knew exactly what happened.

there was a pick-up pulled over on the side of the road, with a lady exiting it-crying

She hadn't seen him until he jumped onto the road - from the ditch on the other side from our house

I had just wished it.

I HADN'T MEANT IT!

Thankfully, he wasn't lying anywhere.

in fact... he wasn't anywhere.

we searched, called his name.

another driver had seen the hit and saw him run across the street and up into the bush.

My neighbor - who I am SO THANKFUL for - went out looking for Jack as I had to go in with my kids.

My neighbor spent the next hour and a bit looking in our back bush.

When dan came home he and his dad joined the search.

the boy and I prayed Jack would be alright.

just over 2 hours from Jack being hit

Dan came home walking a very sore, banged up, scared dog!

Jack has some wounds.

but he is ok. 

I am so thankful my full wish hadn't come true.

Be careful what you wish for!

"but you're not alone.."

i was watching Criminal Minds tonight, a favorite show of mine, and (if you know the characters) Garcia left a message on Prentiss' phone.  

This was part of the message:

"but you're not alone,

you are not alone,

we are in that dark place with you,

we are waving flashlights and calling your name.

so if you can see us then come home but if not, you stay alive.."

That brought a tear to my eye. 

It was something that I'm sure everyone who is going through a dark time longs to hear.  

I loved that she said they were in there with her, but waving flashlights and calling her name.. 

coming to find her, to rescue her, to help her.  

loving her enough to search for her.

i could go all spiritual right now, and it does cross my mind, but i want to think on the earthly level.. how important it is to be that for those we love.  

are we there in the dark with them searching for them, hoping to help them, to rescue them?

are we the home for them to come to.  

or do we wait somewhere wondering why they don't get their butt in gear and come home on their own? 

no one wants to be alone. 

dark places are scary, a flashlight is the light you long to see. 

my wish is that everyone has someone who would come to their rescue no matter what. 

oh man, i am sitting in the dark typing this and, maybe it's just the rainy late night, but thinking about this makes me want to cry.  

i don't even know if i'm making any sense, but read those lines i quoted and imagine yourself being lost, alone, without hope and hearing that said to you. 

How do you feel?

Kindergarten

I just registered my boy for school.

my little boy will be 4 this summer.

He will go to school for the first time in his life, in September.

He will only go 3 days a week, because i don't want to send him all 5.

He will start his scholastic career and stay with it until i let him leave; after he gets his Masters.

(just kidding to anyone who believed that.  he will finish high school Lord willing and can decide what he's doing with his life: college, univ. or the work world)

His sister will miss him terribly each day he goes.

I will miss him terribly each day he goes.

we will both get over it quite quickly.

He will be meeting new friends.

He will like his teacher - i hope.

He will learn how to do many new things and improve on his present skills.

He will enjoy recess.

he will ride a school bus each day.

my little boy is growing up.

I don't know if I want that to happen.

Japan

So, there was an earthquake and a tsunami in Japan.

no, I'm not behind with the news, I didn't just hear about it, but I'm finally sitting down and writing out some thoughts. 

yesterday as I was doing something - i forget what it was - something that was just a part of daily routine, I stopped and thought about all those people whose lives have been turned upside down - some of them, literally.  

and I wanted to cry. 

the day to day, ho-hum routine is probably something they are wishing they could be doing now, but instead of that they are hoping to hear from loved ones, or find loved ones alive.  

They are sifting through rubble and mud finding anything that they can save.  

they are staring at the location their home used to be before the wave came.

wishing... that it had all been just a drill, that it was a bad dream, that they had somewhere to live, their own home. 

lives have ended...been disrupted...been devastated.

I was trying to think about how I would feel as my house collapsed around me.  

would I be able to get both kids to whatever safety there was?  

what about the wave sweeping toward my home, could I get my kids high enough, fast enough? would my husband be at work and would he be alright?  

i would want to stay strong for my family.

would i question God and His goodness?  

i can say I would definitely be asking, crying, "WHY?" 

how long until that answer would be revealed?

i believe God is in total control, and I believe He loves us, but I know I would be asking why.

would I doubt His love?  

I'd like to say I wouldn't doubt, but I honestly don't know how I would react to a catastrophe like that...

I pray for the people of Japan, and the families here in Canada and the US.  

So far away from their loved ones during this time.

This song is only $1 on itunes.  all the money raised is heading to Japan.  more people buy the song, more money can be sent to help. 

dreeeeam, dream, dream, dream....

So, I have a friend who blogs.  Vanessa.

I read her blog today and it got me thinking. 

She posted some of her dreams, some pretty sweet dreams that I hope she is able to accomplish.

and at the end she asks the reader what their dreams are. 

Vanessa, and my faithful follwers, here's my list:

(in no particular order)

• to sit in the sunshine atop a mountain (preferably surrounded by mountains)
• take my kids canoeing on the Buffalo National River, Arkansas
• share Christ confidently
• publish a book
• learn to weld
• sing a solo or duet in front of a crowd
• perform Shakespeare on stage
• rappel something high and overhanging
• travel to New Zealand and Australia
• read all of CS Lewis' works (except maybe his science fiction)
• go to Northern Ireland with my husband, kids and my dad - so they may see it through his eyes.
• skydive
• sell some of my photography
• hear God speak to me. (like Samuel when he was a boy- - verbally)
• bike downhill without using my brakes.. no fear!
• run 10km
• backpack throughout Ireland, Scotland, New Zealand or Australia
• wear my Birks all though the winter without cold feet or socks.
• to have dreads to my mid-back.
• learn spanish
• love who God made me

everyone has dreams. 

these are some of mine.

dreaming

what are yours?



deleted

So the other day I deleted one of my posts.

i didn't want to but needed to.

it was about my kids and their favorite things to do.  

I had titled it Nekked Kid. (only spelt properly)

i had debated the spelling, I had debated the title and finally just posted it.

i liked the entry.  

I liked the photos I chose of my kids. 

it made me laugh reading it - especially as one was clotheless running around at the same time I wrote it.

why did I delete it?

i was checking out my stats - seeing who stopped by the blog to visit, when I saw under the search stat that someone had found my blog when they searched N_k_d Kid.

i wanted to vomit. 

if someone is searching that on google I don't want my kids, my stories, to be a result of that search. 

I know I should never have titled it that.

I debated it for a reason, and should have listened to my inner battle.

so that's that.

all I want to say.