ConGradulations

Today, I went to the Graduation party of the fabulous Brittney. I've known her since she was 15. I used to think she was quiet, and shy, and timid. Heh heh...
What she is, however, is a creative, talented, generous, wonderful, smartypants.
I'm so proud to have been part of her celebration today. I saw the fruit of enduring love, excellent parenting, and I saw the grace and sweetness of God's love poured into this girl. She's got a rugged,and winding path in front of her. But I also know who laid it all down for her. She's just getting started, and I know that she'll run, not walk, for the goal ahead.

Let us run with patience, the race that is set before us!

Hebrews 12:1


I'm proud of you, little lady!

*p.s. (you better keep your promise!)

Salute your shorts...

"Camp Anawanna, we hold you in our hearts, and when we think about you"...well, if you were a kid of the 90's like me, you know why I won't finish that little diddy.

Tomorrow after church, we'll be headed off to somewhere in Oklahoma for teen camp. This means that it's me, and 5 girls from our youth group hanging out all week. (okay, we'll probably grace the guys with our presence every once and awhile, too). I'm ready. Except, I'm up doing the laundry I should've done this week in preparation for packing. I'm packing five days worth for 2 adults and 3 children (who will be terrorizing my parents while we're gone, kayleigh said so). It's no small task. This is one of the things you really don't think of when you're growing a big family.

So, here's to my trip, here's to the kids, and here's to doing all the clothes all over again when we get back!

Worth a Thousand

my baby's no baby.

Today, my sweet little Kayleigh turns seven years old. She was born on Tuesday, June 5th, at 6:43 p.m. in Fort Smith Arkansas. (After 2 epidurals...)but I digress.

I've gone through all the ropes with her. Bedtime (she slept in our bed until 18 months), tantrums (she didn't have many but when she did, whoa), walking, talking, eating, and, of course, potty training. She taught me how to be a mom.
When I was a first time mom with her, Baxter was busy with school about 50 hours a week, so she was my only real companion during that stage of our life. This little munchkin with these dark, wise, eyes that could always make me feel like I was worth something. We'd stay up late (I'd be watching movies, and she'd be watching me), then we'd sleep late. (this girl is a good sleeper). She rarely left my side. Those moments seem so far away, but I can recall them like they were just an hour ago.

She's my super smart, sensitive, curious, intuitive, talkative, sassy, girl. I think out of all the girls personality, she's got me down. I'm proud to be her mom. I can't wait to see what the next seven years will be like, and I can't believe that she'll be 14 when those next seven are over...

Happy Birthday Kayles!

Space Cadet quote of the day

"Well, the purpose of the surge was to provide a secure space, a time for the political change to occur to accomplish the reconciliation. That didn’t happen. Whatever the military success, and progress that may have been made, the surge didn’t accomplish its goal. And some of the success of the surge is that the goodwill of the Iranians-they decided in Basra when the fighting would end, they negotiated that cessation of hostilities-the Iranians"

-Nancy Pelosi

Thank you Iranians,I'm touched by your thoughtfulness. And while we're at at, thank you, Al Qaeda for not ramming any planes into any more of our buildings for almost 7 years. I feel the love.

Some people should just wear tin foil hats on their heads, and their underwear on the outside of their pants, just so we know what kind of nutjobs we're dealing with. But then again, maybe that's what Americans want in their government. Not this American.

Brava, Mrs. Pelosi, Brava.

Hair today, gone tomorrow.

Taylor's always been the "girl with long blonde hair". but now after today, she can't claim that title.

She and her best friend took it upon themselves to play beauty shop. (this didn't happen at my house, my friend felt horrible!) Here are the results, via Hannah, miniature stylist, Age 5.









And after my traumatic trip to the salon with my baby girl who had her first haircut today.



Moral of the story: Apparently hair can be flushed down the toilet. I hope. (I guess my neighbor will fill me in soon enough!)

a new woman

she's like every woman after getting a great haircut. she prances around all day, and stares at herself in the mirror every chance she gets.