finger-painting...i must have been on crack

what was i thinking? they would have rolled in it if i let them!

glad that's finger paint and not what it looks like!

this is not even funny... now he actually has to take it off so i can wash it!

and then I actually turned my back on them... what an idiot!

bragging on my hubby

I had to share this beautiful window Justin finished for a customer here in town. He gets credit for the design too. He's amazing...

it snowed! ...sort of

Here are some pictures from yesterday morning when the kids and I woke up to everything covered in snow. Isaiah has been asking for snow recently so it was a great surprise for him, although it wasn't quite the texture he was hoping for. By the time we got outside it was just beginning to drizzle and everything was getting slushy. Oh, well, there's still plenty of winter left to get one good snow.

the bunkbeds are back!

Isaiah has been petitioning for the return of the bunkbeds for some time now. It's gone surprisingly well. For the past four nights Isaiah has slept on the top and Gabe has slept on the bottom! Gabe had absolutely no trouble transitioning from a crib to a bed! I wasn't expecting it to be this easy. He still uses a passy when he sleeps, but he's still a baby to me even though he's almost two. I'm not going to rush breaking him of the passy. Baby steps. And I must be honest, the beds are actually made in this picture... they never look like this.

"Faith means believing in advance what will only make sense in reverse." ~Philip Yancey Where is God When it Hurts? ....great book (thanks Jon & Shannon)

I found this today and it really spoke to me. Enjoy.

Walkin' In The Valley of Beracah

I live in the Valley of Beracah;
It's the valley of blessings and praise.
Sometimes I encounter fierce battles;
Then my hands in true worship I raise.
My enemies, honed to engage me,
are stronger and smarter and fit,
But my great Commander has trained me,
and at His feet calmly I sit.
At times, they will boldly approach me;
at times stealing in from the rear.
But always I stand in the ready;
I'm wearing my full battle gear.
My spiritual armor protects me,
for the warfare is spiritual, too.
My Commander's already prepared me--
alerted, I know what to do.
I know my position's surrounded;
I feel the pain of each blow.
So I trust and I praise my Commander,
and He comes to vanquish the foe.
Battles aren't fought by bravado and strength,
but the Sword of the Spirit, and praise.
The shield of faith still protects me
as I follow Christ all of my days.
The more that I call on my Jesus,
the clearer His vision I'll see.
As I walk in the Valley of Beracah,
He will fight all my battles for me.

~ Connie Faust ~Copyright © 2007, All Rights Reserved

pictures from Christmas

Isaiah's new bike

Gabe's new bike

the new tent from Grandma & Grandpa

Gabe sneaking candy from Mychael's stocking Christmas morning

Some misc pics I found on my camera

falling asleep watching a movie together

Isaiah sneaking chocolate milk after bedtime

Isaiah and Ange napping on the couch

Isaiah setting up the manger scene

My Great Dad

Blessing in Disguise

We got back from New York last night. It was great to see the kids but very difficult to feel so far away from my Dad. Isaiah climbed into bed with me this morning like he usually does, but instead of cuddling, he threw up all over the bed. To be honest with you, I hardly even flinched. After seeing my Dad on a respirator, I think I can handle just about anything. I cleaned Isaiah up and brought him out to the couch. I was rubbing his legs and Gabe joined me. I prayed for Isaiah that Jesus would touch his body and take away the yucky feeling. Less than two hours later, he was asking for food and keeping it down. He has been playing today as if nothing ever happened! He kept asking for more and more food, and I kept telling him to slow down so we can make sure his tummy doesn't start hurting again. He said that he was all better and that it didn't hurt anymore, with a smile. It was the perfect teaching moment to show him that when we ask God for something he always helps us. For a child, it helped that our prayer was answered so quickly, I think he really understood. Not to mention what it did for my faith. I was literally able to feel all of your prayers when I was up with my Dad. We saw answered prayer and ask for continued support, as he still has a long way to go. God's been gracious to me, showing me the bigger picture of what is going on. I know that he would never let my father suffer in vain and that He will use this situation to accomplish something beautiful. I also strongly believe that He has granted a special grace and mercy for my father to endure this time. Our hearts have been postured beautifully to express our love for each other and to maybe re-examine our priorities. My Dad is a precious man who loves his family and I'm proud to be his daughter.

answered prayers

I just wanted to update you all on how things are going. Justin and I have been up here in New York all week. My Dad has been diagnosed with an inoperable cancerous brain tumor. They believe the cancer to be aggressive and will be treating it with chemo and radiation. They did a biopsy this morning and had to make a bigger incision than they had planned. When he started to come to after the surgery he got very aggitated and began ripping out his tubes and IV's. It was the doctors plan try to take him off the ventilator after the biopsy but my dad ended up ripping it out himself. Three nurses couldn't keep him from doing it! He's a fighter! It's been wonderful to ba able to talk to him and have him off of the sedation medication. He's been hilarious! Still very hoarse from all the tubes, but much more comfortable than before. He still does not have most periferal vision on his left side. He is also seeing visions of us even after we've left the room. Almost like his brain is remembering images. It will be another week before we know whether the abilities he has lost are just from swelling or from the tumors growth itself. This has been the most surreal experience. I kept expecting to wake up, like from a bad dream. My body became physically ill trying to process all of this. We're all now at a better place, being able to see his eyes open and talk to him. Our eyes are all dried up, no tears left. We need to be strong for him anyway. He does not yet know about the aggressive cancer. That will be a difficult conversation. All he knows is that he had a mass or lesion on his brain. The tumor is actually part of his brain and not removable. This will be very hard to tell him. Right now it's as if the world has stopped turning. All of your prayers have blessed my family in ways I can't describe. For example, let me tell you what happened wthis afternoon. We had been telling my dad how pretty his nurse was and when he looked at her she said, (a whipser voice is all he can get out)"Thank.. you.... very... much.. you are pretty". About a minute later "But my wife's prettier!" my mom was right there to hear that and it was great. We were able to realiz that even though this tumor has taken away some of his abilites, the core of who he is is still there. We're extremely thankful for that and cherishing every moment. Keep praying, we still have a long way to go. Thank you all from the deepest depths of my heart...

Reality check

It amazes me how we've managed to find every disraction from the real reson for the season and focus on ourselves and "getting" instead of celebrating what we've already been given, the Savior. I got some difficult news last night about my fathers health that really shook me up. I would describe it as a silent, stunned, shock. Oh how I need divine direction on how to raise my boys up in this world to have their priorities straight. I guess it would help to have mine straight first. Anyway, pray for my dad. After all, Jesus came to overcome sin and death so that nothing would be impossible.

inspiring

my sister-in-law, shannon, sent me this clip. you've got to check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ek1iIOTsiRo

Why is it...?

Why is it that my crying 3 year old isn't as sweet as when he was a crying newborn?
Why is it that my kids don't want to play with something until I'm trying to clean it up?
Why is it that my husband thinks he's doing me a favor when he brings home tupperware with 4 week old Brunswick stew in it that he never ate so I could have my tupperware back? (it went directly in the trash)
Why is it that I can sigh and give an encouraging smile when I see another mom's kids pitching a fit in the store but when my kids are doing that I want to wear their butts out until my arm is tired?
Why is it that a glass of wine never tasted so good after a temper tantrum?
Why is it that after what has happened this past hour, I still want to have a third? ...child, that is, not glass of wine... well, on the other hand... ;)

This is adorable!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uISuvTiTYJA

Silly Sayings

Isaiah calls envelopes "umpelopes", and the buckles on his fireman jacket "clotches". Just thought I'd share with you some of the things that brought a giggle to my day today. The boys were so well behaved today. They got their pictures taken this morning and we had a great rest of the day. I was so proud of the way Isaiah acted today. He used his manners and shared well with his brother and our neighbor. If only this proud feeling would last through the days when I want to find a dungeon somewhere.. oh, no, I did it again. Just kidding, not really, but just kidding! ;) I love them everyday. I love my "job" :)

At a loss for words...

...and trying my absolute hardest not to laugh!

Isaiah's 4th Birthday Party

Photobucket Album

Try not to laugh

http://www.elfyourself.com/?id=1121001760

The s**t hit the fan last night!

So it started out as a nice relaxing day, doing laundry and getting back into the swing of things since getting back from our trip. I did some cleaning around the house, mopped the floors, bathed the dog, then scrubbed the tub so it would be ready for their bath. Before I could even wash their hair or bodies, Gabe poops in the tub! So I get the two of them and all their toys out of the tub and make them stand on the mat while I scrub the tub out, AGAIN! Of course they didn't stay on the mat where I asked them to. They went running around the house naked. Gabe realized that he wasn't finished pooping so he finished right in the middle of the hallway. Then another small piece fell in our bedroom and Isaiah managed to accidentally step in it. Then I hear the dog scratching at the door to get in... she's rolled in goose poop!!! SERIOUSLY!!! So I lock her outside until I can finish washing the tub and bathing the boys again. Then I bring Angel in and bathe her, AGAIN, and then wash the tub for a third time!!! I seriously think that after roughly 6 loads of laundry, bathing the kids twice and bathing the dog twice I must have used an illegal amount of water today. When Gabe pooped in the tub I knew I'd be mentioning it on my blog, but decided not to get the camera and spare you that image. But when all hell broke loose after that I knew I needed to document it or no one would believe me. So sorry for the images below, but I needed proof!

one can of Comet...88 cents
a little elbow grease... 0 dollars
the honor and priviledge of getting to do it all again tomorrow... PRICELESS

the guilty party