A Day at Sky Rock Farm (P)

Who knew there was a place like this right here in Medina?!?! Well, Tommy did because he helped sheet rock the inside of the huge building that houses several calliopes and a small carousel. That in addition to all the outdoor rides. The story? Guess the owners just wanted too. It's a neat place. Hope we can go again. The lines are A LOT shorter here then at Valleyfair or Como park. No biggie if Tommy had to bring his own grease gun to grease the old rollercoaster because it kept getting stuck at the top of the first hump.

Mirror Mirror

If you don't like what you see in the mirror, try not looking in it for a day or two. I think we get sick of looking at ourselves. The more we look the more we find wrong. I've heard that super models don't always think their that pretty. They are infront of mirrors and looking at pictures of themselves all the time. If we stop looking as often, we will be more likely too see ourselves with a fresh new prospective when we do look. More the way God sees us, a beautiful creation.

An Emotionally Trying Week

The end of the July is always the busiest time of the summer for us. We had plans to stay at my parents house most of the week but that quickly changed after Haylie pushed enough of my buttons and I pulled the "we'll go home" card. There was no turning back. Hopefully we won't have to deal with that again since I was sure to follow through. Coming home was hard but I know I did the right thing. Once home Brady got some kind of a bug or something too. Both of the kids have been whining and testing me constantly since we got home. I'm beside myself as to what to do with them. Brady can't talk so he is screaming all the time. Haylie of course takes that as her que to join in and I totally understand why she doesn't get that she can't scream even if Brady is. There most be something I can do about Brady but have not figured it out yet. Tommy handled our return well and supported me in my decision even though it meant the loss of his bachelor pad for the week. He was on a mission to work on boats and the yard with us gone. We've tried to stay out of this way. Can't believe the weekend is already here. So glad Tommy's sister and her family are coming this next week and that our trip to the cabin is the next. I know I'll get through some how.

Until They've Walked a Mile In My Shoes (P)

July 2009

August 2007

Snippity-Doo-Da

Tommy's "procedure" went well on Friday and he managed to walk out of the clinic without doing anything awkward, perhaps just a little slower then usual. It's weird to think it's DONE. I think he's enjoyed the attention and the opportunity to share his story with all his curious male friends. Kind of like women's labor stories. I did all I could to let him have his moment and not interject my own comments in comparison to what women go through annually at their OB appointments, not to mention BIRTH. He was back to work today and a little worn out from it all. No horror stories. I'm sure the thought of wild uninhibited sex (with me of course) has helped keep his mind on the prize and not on the current sufferings. ;o)

The story continues...

After our walk tonight Miss Haylie ran in to see dad and I picked up a little out side. When I walked in Haylie ran to me right away and started telling me she'd written with my pen and marker (she tells on herself a lot). In our bedroom I found my bible open and highlighted. I closed the book and shoved her into bed. While I was putting Brady down I started to wonder what it was she highlighted reminding myself that God wastes nothing. It took me a little bit to find it, but find it I did. It was Genesis 17, the covenant of circumcision...where God tells Abraham he will be the father of all nations even though he and his wife are SUPER old. Hummmm...what does that mean?!?! Even though we scientifically ended our chances of having children, IT COULD STILL HAPPEN?!?! Granted, I know there are follow up tests, which we fully intend to do, and there is still protection to be used until they come back "empty", but come on, seriously?!?! What a waste of money it would turn out to be!

It did also say (about circumcision) "whether born in your household OR bought with your money". My whole reason for putting an end to "all this" was because I don't want to be pregnant again. If for some reason an opportunity to adopt a child in the future ever presented itself I would not be completely opposed to the idea. Right now I don't want any more children, but in a few years, who knows. There was a women at church who spoke of a need for child from Peru to find homes. We also met a really neat couple who are missionaries in Mongolia who adopted a girl there in their later years. I don't know if this is how God plants a seed or not but His will be done.

Anniversary One

I can't believe it's been a year since I started this blog. To be honest it feels like it should be so much longer...so I actually should be saying, I can't believe it's only been a year!

I look back once in a while and see what I was thinking and posting. Fun. I just wonder what will happen to all of this. I would love for my kids to see it someday. What will happen to the Internet over the next ten, twenty years? Will I lose interest in posting things? Does anyone actually read this? Yes, that is kind of a loaded question. ;o)

I'm really happy to be home with my kids. I could see myself going back to work but I can't see myself leaving my kids all day again. For those of you that say you could never stay home full-time with your kids, just remember, like everything else you adjust and it becomes your new reality. Since April 20th of last year I have only worked four months. This is my reality now. It took about four to six months post lay-off to feel comfortable (and slightly sane) but it has come. (Kind of makes me wonder if that's why they set the FMLA act at three and not any longer.) I still don't now how long I'll get to stay home. Kind of think the unknown is forcing me to be at peace with the here and now. So far we have been making it every month financially. What will happen when we have to start paying for health care or when the unemployment runs out or when winter hits and Tommy gets slow? G O D.

Last night I was sad thinking about any possibility of having to leave my kids again. Through my tears I actually thought "if God can't make this work then what good is the bible (His word)?" I don't know if it was a God inspired thought or thought of rebellion planted by my flesh. I lean towards God inspired only because I have to have something to hope on. I found a proverb that was interesting and that I decided to dwell on.
Proverbs 10:22
A blessing from the Lord brings wealth and He adds to no trouble to it.
Not that I expect wealth but I really like the "adds NO trouble to it" part.

I never intended to write so much tonight but there it is.