Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Wyatt: Dad, what is Jesus doing right now?
Ty: He is waiting on us.
Wyatt: Is He waiting up in the clouds?
Wyatt: Does Jesus have hard tile?
Wyatt: I don't want to fall through the clouds.
Isn't that funny!!!
Also, I wanted to share with you that I am going to start doing some fun things on my store blog so please check it out. If you love decorating, cooking and shopping then this will be the blog for you!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
These words can rock your world if you let them--there is just something about letting Him break those chains and allowing yourself to be free and full of His mighty grace!!! I hope my boys will always remember that--and just sing this AWESOME song!!!!
Also this weekend I was able to do a little Christmas Shopping--which makes me happy! I bought some William Sanoma peppermint hand soap, lotion, counter cleaner, and dish soap--it made me smile! I think I am going to start getting the Christmas decorations out tomorrow! Here is what my purchase looked like--how could I turn it down?
I know the pic is little but you get my drift--it smells so wonderful--I am ready to do some dishes now!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
2. Today (really yesterday) I am grateful for my boys! They bring me so much joy and frustration that my life would be totally incomplete without them. They love me unconditionally which feels so good. Everyday they make me laugh and yell--who but boys could bring joy and pain all in one day? I am so in love with them and am thankful for every minute that I am able to spend with them.
3. Today I am grateful for diet coke. I love it--I crave it--I can't imagine my life without it! I have to have a sip of it every morning and if I don't you better watch out! It makes me feel--oh so good!!!!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
1. Today I am grateful for my husband. Tyson Brown has to be the sweetest, most patient, unselfish, godly, and sexiest man I know. Now, for those of you who don't know me--sometimes I can be kind of a turkey--but I can truly say that Ty loves me even when I shouldn't be loved. He is always so kind and encouraging to me. Everyday he goes out of his way to make my life better. He spoils me--and I feel so blessed that he is mine. Sometimes I really think I don't deserve him--but I know that God thought I did! WOW! He is a great man and I truly love him with every beat of my heart!
Isn't he handsome! I love you Tyson! I know I say this a lot but I feel I can't say it enough--Thanks for being so good to me!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I Said, "Oh, we are who?"
Wyatt replied, "It is either going to be McCain or Rockabottom!"
Too Cute, isn't it!
Winston is having a mock election in his class today. He said he was going to vote for McCain--so I asked him why? He said, "Because mom he has four dogs, two cats, and two parakeets! They are all going to live in the White House!"
Out of the mouths of babes!
Winston also wrote a paper last night about what he would do if he was the President. It said he would make peace for the world and he would give his money to all people! Isn't that the sweetest. He did this on his own--it wasn't homework--I swear that child has the most giving spirit. If we all could just learn from him this world would be a much happier place!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
This is what I read in some quiet time this morning! I soaked it in and you will know why after you read my post after this! God is Good to me--this I know!
Friday, October 31, 2008
My cute pirate--even when he is being a little turkey!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The transition to town has been good for everyone except Missy the 6 year old family beagle. All was fine and she enjoyed the new confinements of the large fenced backyard - until - she discovered squirrels. Then there was no keeping her in. Yes, this is the same Missy you read about in January that Barry breathed the breath of life back into after she suffered a horrendous cut while we were gone on vacation. Well, Wednesday night on the way to church she had gotten out and since she had roamed free for the last several years I figured she would be fine until we got back. Uh oh, Dad made a bad call. That was the last time we saw Missy. Wyatt was convinced that she was on an extended rabbit hunting trip but Winston thought otherwise. Wednesday turns to Thursday then Friday and no sign. The boys were going to my parents for the weekend and as they load up in the truck Winston says to me Daddy I'm starting to worry about Missy she's never stayed away this long. Uh…have fun at Meme and Pa’s see you Sunday!I drove the neighborhood, Christy drove back to the old house, I called PAWS, I checked the newspaper but no sign of Missy. Went to go pick up the boys in Mayberry Sunday and my mom says that Winston just hasn’t been himself this weekend, he’s been really quiet but isn’t sick. As soon as we roll into the drive he opens the gate to the yard only to see his lifelong friend has not returned. Then on the way to small group that night he asks the question I can no longer avoid. “Daddy where’s Missy?” Uh…. As I try to fabricate another encouraging story my beautiful bride gives me the “you gotta tell him elbow”. So we broke it to him that Missy probably wasn’t coming back. The BIGGEST alligator tears in the history reptilian tears come streaming down his cheeks and he didn’t say a word. All this while Wyatt is trying to make it better with “Don’t worry Winston she’s just off huntin’ rabbits”, “Why’s Winston crying”, “Don’t worry Winston she's a fighter won’t no bad guys get her, she’ll bite em’” A new Monday morning rolls around and even the first day at school in the new Cub Scout uniform is not cheering him up. This boy is in full blown depression. Christy calls me after dropping him off at school pleading for me to do something. What’s a dad to do, the pooch is gone, she was my friend too! I did drive him in my 73 International Scout to Cherokee, OK in the snow when he was one year old to pick her up. Carried her in the house in the pocket of my coat actually. I’m a little sad myself but what’s a dad to do? Replacement dog! Just so happens I’m talking to a friend on the phone that has a 3 year old house broke dog, good with kids that she’s trying to find a home for. So, I make the arrangements to test drive the “animal”. As my uncle used to say about bird dogs, “don’t call them a dog until they prove it first…right now it’s just an animal.” I hang up the phone as a co-worker flips me the Ada Evening News, that in all its glory including the rubber band floats to my desk like a waterfowl down feather, and she says to me, “it’s your last shot to find Missy.” I’m thinking if there’s nothing in the Thursday, Friday, or Sunday paper there’ll definitely be nothing in Monday’s. I flip to the back to the classifieds, which consequently were on page 2 I believe, and lo and behold what to my wondering eyes doth appear but “Found – Older Female Beagle in Norris Hills – Call…”)! Holy Cow or something of that nature spews from my mouth. I call the elderly lady that lives around the corner who found Missy as she came wondering up to play with her grandson last week. She kept her for a day then called PAWS to come get her. PAWS? Huh, I called PAWS on Friday. Anyway…I had just missed her when I called on Friday and apparently the lady who took my information has a severe case of short term memory loss because she never called me back like she said if they brought in an older spotted beagle. I Jumped in the truck and lit out to positively identify my dog at the “Daisy Hill Puppy Mill.” A PAWS escort takes me out back to show me the lineup. Her: Your dog? Me: Nope that a Rottwieler. Her: Your dog? Me: Nope that’s a Chihuahua. Her: Your dog? Me: Nope, are sure that’s a dog? Then my ears hear a familiar song that only a beagle owner can appreciate. Baawwww bawwwww bawwwww…that’s my dog! Her: Oh that’s yours; well she’s been here since Friday. We had her prepped and ready for adoption. Me: What’s that mean? Her: It means we need $60 if you want that dog. Me: Lady, you know Dave Ramsey? Her: You know any brokenhearted crying 7 year old boys? Me: Who do I make the check out to? Christy called me later as she and Missy picked Winston up from school. She said the look on his face was priceless. I hoped she would say it was a smile worth $50 and I’d go back and try to retrieve $10 bucks from the forgetfully gifted puppy mill, but I let it go. Anyway…Missy the friendly family countryside and neighborhood beagle has just taken up residence with the cat in the house. An idea that I never thought I would EVER hear come off the lips of my animal tolerant wife. She likes them, but their only in the house because the site of a depressed Cub Scout in uniform is more than a mom can bear. We even came strolling in last night and Christy had given Missy a bath, dried her, brushed her and had her ready for bed. Oh what we’ll do for our children.I have to go now, Missy’s tugging my pants leg, I think Winston has fallen down a well…
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Poor Winston just cried and cried. He has known her all of his life and loves her so much. I couldn't stand to watch those big tears run down his cheeks. Wyatt kept saying, "Why, is brother crying? Missy will come back or the city will bring her back, right daddy? She can bite bad people who want to take her, right daddy?" He was just saying anything to try and make his brother stop crying. It was really sweet.
These life lessons are so hard. I hate it--so I think in about a month we will probably be getting another dog!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The boys have been doing great and are keeping me busy. Every night it seems that Winston either has homework or a book to read for school. First grade can be very stressful--for mom anyway. It makes me have to try and stay organized which I am very good about doing in my mind but to actually be organized, I am not! Wyatt is his lil' turkey self. He loves school but still wants me to see him as a "baby"! What is it about those last born children--do they ever stop milking it? I was a last born--and I don't think I did that :)! (I'm sure my parent's are laughing--right now) Well I just wanted to give a little shout out! I am going to try and do better--but when life gets crazy the blog suffers!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Monday, September 1, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Winston had a wonderful day. He said the best part of his day was sitting at his own desk! He is in class with a lot of kids from church and his teacher is from church also. I could tell that he felt very comfortable--which is very comforting to me. Just yesterday his picture was in the paper for his PAWS donation and the teacher showed it to the class--he was very proud. I am so happy for him. I know that I can't protect this sweet child forever but I feel that God has given him a gift this year by putting him in Ms. Key's class--he really needed that! Well, I am going to close this post with some pics! I know their will be many more first day's of school but really can they ever grow old--or not mean that much? I don't think so--I have always loved the first day of school and I think I always will!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Winston selling lemonade to Morgan.
Winston coloring in his goal chart!
Winston reaching his goal!
His cute lemonade stand!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Ty made the tent~Dad is so cool!