A Fun-Filled Weekend

We started with an evening at Hunter and Emily's home as they brought home baby Karis Olivia that day from the hospital. Mary-Michael loved being able to hold a real live baby doll.

Geoff was supposed to play softball on Saturday, but because of the rain Friday night the tournament was postponed until Sunday. So, last minute we decided to go to Busch Gardens. We'd been contemplating season passes for us (the kids are free) since we don't have a family vacation planned until the fall, and I am so glad we went for it. Mary-Michael loved every moment and wanted to ride everything, even the roller coaster in the Sesame Street area. She surprised us a ton when she got on stage to dance with her Sesame Street friends, too. We are looking forward to more visit there this summer for sure!

And Sunday, the kids and I went to church, watched one of Daddy's games and spent most of the rest of the day at my dad's. It was a beautiful day, so we enjoyed a lot of time outside. We finished the evening back at church for an hour-plus of worship and praise. It was really nice to have just a moment to myself - me and Jesus. I need those every now and then to get filled back up and shift my prespective off of the small challenges and on to the really big blessings we have. If only I could wake up with that sense of gratitude every morning... but then I guess I wouldn't need faith and dependence on someone bigger and greater than me...every...single...moment.

Official Farmers??

Well, the jury's still out, but it sure did feel like it after all this before 7am this morning?!

 

 

 

James 1:19-20

 

"Be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry. For your anger can never make things right in God's sight." AMEN!

My Sweet Girl

Sweet Mary-Michael,

Last night you feel asleep on the way home, and I had the joy of carrying you up to your room while you still slept. It hit me then how much you have grown. My baby girl is really a little girl. A little girl with a mind of her own. Always changing your clothes and shoes like you live in a perpetual rock concert with dozens of costume changes. I love (and despise sometimes) that you have such strong opinions about what you want to wear. 

And you are so smart. And always asking questions and why and how and why again. Last night we saw a young man play guitar with his feet because he was born with no arms. And you asked, how does he drive? That's a great question and one we didn't know how to answer except that maybe he had someone to drive him around. That seemed to satisfy you for a moment.

You also don't forget a thing, which is probably why you remember the Scripture verses we're learning before I do and also why I have to be very careful what I commit to and tell you in case it doesn't happen or I forget. You hold me to my word. You have also given me many more reasons to pray and ask God to calm me down. Your sassyness and refusal to do things does not bode well in our home, so we are learning how to manage that. We are learning patience, and you are learning what's appropriate. Lord, help me on those days when I can't seem to hold it all together and want to run and hide in the closet!

I do love being your Momma, sweet girl. You make me laugh with your endless dancing and songs you make up about animals and people you've never met. I just wanted to tell you that I think you're great, and I am proud to be your Momma. Even on the hard days.

-Momma

Happy Resurrection Day!

Praying your Easter was sweet and grace-filled. Don't we have so much to be thankful for?

 

We enjoyed a leisurely Saturday lunch with my Dad's side of the family in Yorktown. It was a beautiful day, and the kids did amazing at a 3 hour lunch right in the middle of their would-be naptime. Thankfully, they had many of us to take turns entertaining, and a window they could stand at to see the water and boats passing by.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I never got a picture of Mary-Michael in her actual Easter dress - a beautiful dress my Mimi sent from Vegas. About 5 minutes before we were to leave for church she spilled red Gatorade down the front. And I don't mean a dribble. I mean half of a 32 oz. bottle. And the dress was not pink or multi-colored, so that the red might fade in. The dress was mostly white. God gave me the sense to just chuckle and run upstairs to find something else. I mean, how can you not laugh? It is Easter after all, and it certainly lightened the day. That, of course, happened after Frazier fell out of the high chair. Poor kid. Thankfully, he was unphased.

 

After a celebration at church, Geoff's parents, Zach and Christina came over for a low-key Easter lunch and a small egg hunt for the kids. It was very nice, but I did not do a good job at taking pictures of everyone else. They were there, and we were happy to have them with us!