My children sustain me.
They do this while I am in aerobics.
When we are lifting weights and the instructor is counting down repetitions, and I
just. don't. think. I can do.
one.
more...
...with those last four lifts, I think of my kids:
Paige {pant}
Trevor {grunt}
Preston {GRUNT}
and Gavin {sigh of relief}
Truly, this works.
Plus, I'd feel really bad if I didn't finish and left one of them out.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Spring Sports Finale
This last weekend the kids finished their sports for the season. The boys had their last kickball game at the Peoria Sports Complex where the pros do spring training. The boys thought it was so awesome. They even displayed all the kids names {for some reason, it didn't take when I took the pic of Preston's name}.
So here are our Royal Blue T-Rex Cardinals {Steve let them pick the name}:
Cousins!
This past weekend my brother and his family came down from California to visit. The kids had a blast with their cousins and we got some great photo ops:
Trev, Elijah, and Pres
And there are their twins, Rachel and Lauren.
Paige & Elijah getting their groove on.
Bedroom Re-do
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Currently...
...I am typing with sore, paint-covered fore-arms. Another one of my spontaneous painting projects: I just painted an accent wall in our guest room with some left-over paint and I love, love it. Steve came home from Young Men's and I had the roller in hand. His response, "Your late-night energy astounds me."
...I am listening to my husband yelling at the TV for someone to "help protect the pilot!" in the movie, "Snakes on a Plane". Seriously. This is true.
...I am going through the list of things to do before my little bro and his family come to visit tomorrow. Sheets, towels, mop....
...I am wanting to set up my dearest friend from the "Y" days on a date with Steve's cousin...
...I am debating if we go see "Stomp" in NYC. Already have "Mary Poppins" tickets, but heard Stomp is awesome, too. Ooh, or maybe "West Side Story"...
...I want to bake my delicious, no-fail chocolate chip cookies. See? Late-night energy.
...I am thankful for Paige's 2nd grade teacher. They are studying fairy-tales and she sent home a permission slip for the kids to watch Shrek (PG) in the classroom next week. I have never seen any of these movies all the way through, but have seen enough that we don't let our kids watch them--crude, rude dudes and way-too-adult humor. {I apologize if you're a fan, but we're on my blog, so there it is.} So, I emailed teacher and said that Paige would sit out...I found out Paige was the only one who would've been excluded and my mommy-guilt set in heavily...well, in the end, teacher decided she didn't want Paige to miss out so she changed the movie all-together. This is when I know Heavenly Father cares about the tiny sparrow that falls, about the tiny details of our lives: See, my Paigie was sad, and I felt sad about her being left-out. But in the end, after trying to stick to what my gut told me {aka the Spirit}, He blessed us both with a happier outcome.
...I need to stop typing so I can watch the recorded A. Idol and see who is in the Finale!
...I am listening to my husband yelling at the TV for someone to "help protect the pilot!" in the movie, "Snakes on a Plane". Seriously. This is true.
...I am going through the list of things to do before my little bro and his family come to visit tomorrow. Sheets, towels, mop....
...I am wanting to set up my dearest friend from the "Y" days on a date with Steve's cousin...
...I am debating if we go see "Stomp" in NYC. Already have "Mary Poppins" tickets, but heard Stomp is awesome, too. Ooh, or maybe "West Side Story"...
...I want to bake my delicious, no-fail chocolate chip cookies. See? Late-night energy.
...I am thankful for Paige's 2nd grade teacher. They are studying fairy-tales and she sent home a permission slip for the kids to watch Shrek (PG) in the classroom next week. I have never seen any of these movies all the way through, but have seen enough that we don't let our kids watch them--crude, rude dudes and way-too-adult humor. {I apologize if you're a fan, but we're on my blog, so there it is.} So, I emailed teacher and said that Paige would sit out...I found out Paige was the only one who would've been excluded and my mommy-guilt set in heavily...well, in the end, teacher decided she didn't want Paige to miss out so she changed the movie all-together. This is when I know Heavenly Father cares about the tiny sparrow that falls, about the tiny details of our lives: See, my Paigie was sad, and I felt sad about her being left-out. But in the end, after trying to stick to what my gut told me {aka the Spirit}, He blessed us both with a happier outcome.
...I need to stop typing so I can watch the recorded A. Idol and see who is in the Finale!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Me. In a 4x3 box.
This was the biggest waste of time...and also fun. 'Cause we all know wasting time can be much fun sometimes. 'Specially when it's all about you, you, and you. Here's how: step 1: go to flickr.com
setp 2: in another window open http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
step 3: choose 4 columns, 3 rows
step 4: answer the following questions in the search bar of flicker. pick your favorite photo and paste it into your mosaic.
setp 2: in another window open http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
step 3: choose 4 columns, 3 rows
step 4: answer the following questions in the search bar of flicker. pick your favorite photo and paste it into your mosaic.
step 5: when done, SAVE your mosaic before you do anything else or you will lose it.
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your nickname.
2. What is your favorite food?
3. What school did you go to?
4. What is your favorite color?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your nickname.
What do you look like when placed in a box?
P.S.: For those who did not have the pleasure of sitting through Humanities 101, my #11 is "The Thinker" by Rodin. No, I do not describe myself as a disrobed, ochre-colored man.
P.S.dos: Let me forewarn you about questionable photographs that you may or may not encounter as you type in perfectly innocent answers to the above questions. {Thanks for nothin', Flickr}.
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