It's beginning to look alot like fall around here.

This is what the start of fall season looked like at my home the past couple of days. That peach Bella is holding is a locally grown Michigan peach. And you thought the best peaches all came from Georgia...look at the size of that fruit! Bella is signing peach in her one photo, and I asked Wyndham to sign 'dessert', but she kept rubbing her tummy as if to say, "yum!". I made my favorite Peachy Amaretto Crisp, and I'll be sure to post the recipe here soon. Nothing beats a warm peach crisp with (fat-free) half & half cream poured over the top.

I asked Brock to pose for a picture the morning of his first day of second grade. He pumped his arm in the air with excitement. I'm sure by 8th grade he'll be less than excited for school to begin. But for this moment in time, that was his feeling. It made me happy to know that he is still excited about learning and growing. It makes me want to go learn something new too. Just to bring back that 'school-kid' excitement.

Happy start of fall to everyone. Enjoy the produce of the season. Yum!

Turning into a fanatic.

It's true. I've had lots of questions and emails about my new 'bike-riding obsession', so I thought I'd fill you in on more details. If this is boring for some of you, send me an email about what you'd rather have me blog about. I'll see if I can get around to some of your more pressing questions or stories of my life.
As for the whole biking thing...it really has been an interesting thing for me. As I told you before, exercise and me have never really mixed. There were times in my life where I made an effort... but it never clicked or made me feel good. It was a chore. I even tried to find something that would work for me- the in-home Cindy Crawford workout video (especially the 15 minute power workout segment), the time hubby and I spent a bunch of money and got a membership to LifeTime fitness when we were first married (no kids) and the building was right behind our townhouse; I tried to make exercise work for me.
So, when I hopped on Chip's new bike last month to take it for a spin, I was surprised how much I enjoyed that 15 minutes of exercise. It didn't really feel like exercise- remember? I was more thrilled with the time alone with my own thoughts and ideas and noticing the details of the world around me.
The past month then, I tried to get out on the bike at least every other morning. I rode about 4-5 miles which took at first about 30 minutes, now I ride the same distance but it takes me about 20 minutes or so. This past week, I rode the bike everyday...and rode the same 4-5 miles. As I said, I'm getting a little faster though. Yesterday I took the bike out twice! That's probably why I didn't post on my blog. I 'sacrificed' blogtime for exercise! I told you I was turning into a fanatic!
Ultimately, I have no idea what I am trying to do with this new found thing called exercise. I didn't set out with a goal in mind, or even think it would turn into something like it has. For me it hasn't been about wanting to lose a certain amount of weight (which would be nice...but hasn't happened yet- although as I said, my pants are fitting me differently lately), or about training for a marathon or any other lofty goal. I just found that I enjoy the backdrop of life from the bike as I spend time with myself and it just so happens that I am getting the added benefit of exericse as well.
Today I had to get Brock up and ready for school. It's the first time I've gotten up from the alarm going off in a long time. I had just enough time to get him breakfast, dressed and make sure he had all his school supplies, before Chip drove him off to school. That means Chip left early and now, even though my girls are still asleep, I can't hop on the bike for the ride I would like to take. I am hoping to fit it in sometime during the day. I'll just have to see.
If it doesn't happen, it won't be the end of the world, but it will make me a bit sad or edgy even. I hope I find a way to stay fanatical about fitness. Funny...20-30 minutes of low-impact biking makes me 'fanatical' about fitness. See? I told you I wasn't really into exercise.
Even though it's not about the fitness part. That's just the bonus part of it all. And therein lies the big secret of fitness, I believe. I think it's about finding something that doesn't 'feel' like exercise or a chore- but something that you can really get into and enjoy. That way you'll be more prone to sticking with it, not making up excuses for yourself, and even looking for ways to squeeze it into your schedule. Sometimes even sacrificing something you love- because it simply doesn't seem like exercise. There you go. Everything you wanted to know about me and biking. At this point in my life at least.

Inspiration is everywhere!

I'll keep this one just a bit more light-hearted, as I've blogged in great length in recent posts. I've had lots of emails from you as well, so thanks, for sending me notes, and I hope I've personally encouraged some of you too!
How about a look at what I've been reading lately? Thought you might like to see what I have on the shelf next to my bed these days. 'Total inspiration books'. I got that from Heidi Swapp when I sat in her "SHE" class in Birmingham. She talked about things that inspired her- she's got a great eye for design and just funky stuff. Then she makes her own ideas based on real-life. I was so into that and it made sense to me.
Chip and I went out on a date a couple of weeks ago (I know...a real date.) We grabbed some food at a place called Grand Traverse Pie Company- you know the type. You order your food at the counter and then they bring it to you- a step up from fast food. Then we went to Barnes & Noble...grabbed some lattes (Mine? Grande, skinny, sleepy, coconut, extra hot, no whip...thanks for asking!) and then we went our separate ways. I dug into some good magazines and then we caught up over by the culinary and travel section. (Chip heads to Ireland next month.) I picked up these two books and joked that I was ready to check out. Chip looked at me, and said he was ready to go. He was holding nothing- but had asked for a book set about the Civil War. Here's where my mom should stop reading. She's never paid full price for anything in her life- so this will probably crush her. We started walking toward the counter to check out...all the while I'm feeling guilty about the books I'm holding. I totally love 'em- just to look at! Maybe there would be a good idea or recipe inside, but mostly, I just loved looking at them. I was talking myself out of them- telling myself I had no reason to buy them. It was impulsive and a major splurge for me. Besides, I had told Chip not to get his war books- I said, "Wait for Christmas."
Then I got the idea. "Hey honey, why don't you get me these and put them away for my birthday. I'll forget about them by then." (My birthday is Dec. 20.) Almost Christmas. =)
At precisely that moment, Chip spied the Civil War book series- half price in hardcover- compared to the paperbacks. He picked them up and wondered what was wrong with them. I said, "Get them. All 3 of them. They're half the price you were willing to spend- so now it's like getting a discount on my two books!" We both left the store happy that night.
For the big finale of our date, I had to go in the grocery store alone and get some much needed grub for my kids. Chip listened to sports (AM) radio while I was inside.
I think it's funny that I have no problem with a 'date' like the one I just described. However, if in the early days of dating Chip, if he had asked me out, and then taken me somewhere out to eat where he scraped the tray into the trash, then bought me a latte and disappeared for 45 minutes, and then dropped me off in the front of the grocery store with a list of items to buy to restock his refridgerator, I would have never taken him up on a second date. Well, I may have, if he had let me buy some books with his money. But, probably I would have ditched him by a third date like this one. =)
Just goes to show you how perspective really does change everything. That, and I already know he loves me and he knows I love him- so we can get a latte, head in opposite directions, and we are both still 100% sure of our love for each other.
As for my inspiration books? Well, I'm already getting my money's worth. That cupcake book inspired my latest 2-page scrap layout. And it's also Bella's new favorite book to "read'. She turns the pages so carefully and tells cupcake stories, and tells me which ones she loves best and which ones all the other kids in the family love best too. It's sweet. The whole deal. Even though my books were full price. And now, Mom, you can start reading my blog again. =)

Sacrifices & Rewards~

After a busy week and lots of scattered thoughts going on in my head, I am sitting down at my computer to share some of the most recent with you today. But before I go there, I am wondering if any of you smart Nitty.Gritty. readers can explain to me in simple terms why my liquid dish detergent has an expiration date on it. I totally understand the concept of a 'best before date' on items such as milk and ground beef...but dish detergent? It's got me stumped. Does it mean that it won't taste good past that date? Or that it won't clean my dishes past that date? And up until this point, I wonder if I've used 'bad soap' in the past. I've never noticed the expiration date before this...and although with the amount of dishes that pile up around my home on any given day, it's unlikely that I've used expired detergent, there's a slight possibility it could have happened to me. So, if you have any thoughts on this, you know the drill. Leave me a well-thought out comment at the end of this post. Or, if you've found expiration dates on other items where I may have missed them, let me know that too. I'm the kind of person who doesn't want to be ignorant about stuff like this!
Now, onto my thoughts on sacrifices and rewards. Most likely what I have to say is not new to almost all of you, but it's one of those things that I myself need constant reminding of, or at least a refresher course on it. As you may know, I have found a new "mini-passion' in life in the form of a morning (or occasional early evening) bike ride. My hubby got a bike, and I have been putting it to good use. Those of you who know me from way back....you know who you are...can testify to others here that I have never been into exercise or obsessing about my looks. For those of you who don't go way back, trust me on this one. And if you really need proof, I'll upload my senior picture sometime- although that worries me a bit, because I know I'll lose some of my readership. You'll think I'm not who I really am any longer! So, just trust me on this one...I've not always looked the way I do now. In addition, I am, repeat, I am NOT into my looks at this point in my life either. But I can say that I have come to love and appreciate my looks now that I'm in my thirties- mostly because I have found a hairstyle that works with the limited time I have allotted myself for grooming and styling. Okay. I am getting so far off the topic that I have to think about what's being said here
Oh yeah. Biking. I have been biking daily or almost daily for about a month- which isn't long enough to make me an expert or even skilled, but long enough that I've noticed some big changes in myself already. I never would have guessed it when I started riding, but it's more than just a physical change. Which, I am digging and enjoying the way my pants feel on me now. One month of sticking to something has yielded results. I'm surprised and happy, and hopefully will encourage somebody who needs a little nudge in a similar direction. Whether it is a physical change you want (or need) to make in your body, or not, I have found many rewards. That whole notion of exercise being good for your mental state has never resonated with me. I have been the kind of person to dread getting up earlier, or sacrificing something else in my schedule to squeeze in time for exercise, and yet I have become a believer that exercise absolutely is good for your mental health. My morning bike ride includes time of praise and worship (to God for all He is doing in my life), time of reflection (on the blessings I have everyday, and the challenges that make me better), time of prayer (for the people I know who need strength and encouragement), and time of soaking in the things I often miss (like the smell of fresh cut grass, the crisp air that I breathe, the simple beauty in the creation around me that is a blur from my car window on the same route that I ride). I have always tried to get in some daily quiet time or a few moments of personal thoughts and prayer each day, but when I'm on the bike using my mind and body and away from any distraction in my home, it has been a wonderful new thing for me. The notion that I would have to sacrifice something (remember? Like losing a few minutes of sleep because I have to get out of bed earlier) was replaced with the reality that I have gained so much more through these few minutes a day of bike riding. I have found that my overall energy has increased (I know...now I practically am superwoman! =) ), I have enjoyed small physical changes to my body, and have found my thoughts more focused and my spiritual self more aware. I have found the rewards outweigh the sacrifices by far. I've even found myself patting myself on the back that I haven't succumb to the excuses that I used to use in the past. Like, I'm too tired, or I'll do it later, or I've got too much stuff going on today- this will have to be the thing I cut out to get it all done.It has made me realize that being disciplined in exercise (or in taking care of myself) has benefits in all the other areas of my life. Things just seem to be falling into place better around here. Now, I don't know what will happen as the air gets cooler each day and the schedules get busier with school starting and life changes a bit...but I am going to give it my best effort to make time for my physical self. I was thinking it through in other areas of life as well. Isn't it true that almost everything in life that has a 'big' reward also comes at 'big' cost or sacrifice? Take this scrapbooking thing that I am in. I had a host of reasons why I shouldn't enter this contest. The biggest being that I wasn't a scrapbooker! (Probably everyone else that entered was already a scrapbooker before entering this contest.) I should have never looked into the official rules and regulations, because I didn't even 'belong' in this contest. But, I think that was part of what fueled my inner self. I wanted to push the envelope of what was actually possible for me. I had to buy products and goods to even make the pages for the contest (I know...poor me...I HAD to buy scrap product! Don't worry. The scrapbookers reading this totally get my humor here.). I also had to sacrifice things in my life, like sleep and some of my meals were less than stellar during my scrap-frenzy to get my pages completed. Then there was the realization that I didn't have a clue how to put my final entry together, or how my pages would stack up against the more qualified contestants. I knew that I was in over my head...and yet something made me keep going. I found a few people to be my 'cheerleaders' and to egg me on when I was thinking about it too much. They made me keep "dreaming" {Shout of thanks out mainly to Rachael O, my sister Stephanie, kellicrowe, and even without knowing it maybe, Heidi Swapp and Cathy Zielske} and press on. Now I am at a place- as one of the Top 10- waiting the results of my efforts and sacrifice. The reward has already been seen in the way I believe in myself and my creative abilities, the validation and support that Chip is giving to me, and simply in the belief that sometimes are heads get in the way of our hearts, and when that happens, we miss out on a lot of life's rewards. So, whether it is the sacrifices I make in my marriage to keep it strong and healthy, or the sacrifices I make everyday as a Mom for my kids, or even the sacrifice that I unwillingly made through the death of Teagan...and the sacrifice I have made in suffering- yet pressing on and choosing to live life to the fullest- knowing deep in my heart my reward is waiting for me in Heaven someday. All of life demands sacrifices. We choose which ones to make or not- everyday. I am realizing, that sometimes we make life harder than it is. I think we don't give ourselves enough credit for what we truly are capapble of doing. And in most cases, we don't give God enough chance to make things happen through us- that He could do easily- if we simply handed Him our open heart and mind.I could say more on this~ and I just might, at another time. But for now, that should give us all something to think about. I'm interested in what you have sacrificed and if you have seen real-life rewards. Or if you are struggling with something...email me. {nitty.grittyjody@yahoo.com} I'd like to pray about it along with you. Sometimes having a cheerleader is a small step toward achieving your goal. I'm only one person, but I'm willing to help. That's my Nitty.Gritty. thoughts on dish soap, sacrifices and rewards.

I was good!

Today I had a phone interview with some judges as part of the Creating Keepsake's Scrapbooker of the Year contest that I am a finalist in. I have to say, that it was a fun step in this process of finding out who wins this big thing.
I was on the phone with Lisa Bearnson, Ali Edwards, Tracy White, and Leslie Miller. And do you know what I said when they called me? I said, "Hello...welcome to my home!" I told them if they were to actually stop by, I would have offered them all a piece of the zucchini bread that I had just baked. So, I am pleased with how that part of the contest went. My biggest regret is that I couldn't keep them on the phone for an hour. I could have talked a lot longer...but I definitely feel that I gave them a taste of the authentic me- so now it's up to them. The title here refers not to me doing an exceptional interview, but rather that I kept my cool and didn't do any of my silly cartoon impersonations or any other less than professional gigs that I am known for in some circles. The types of things that my hubby flashes me a look for when we are out with his boss or with members of his club. Or the things that my kids love about me- but hey, most of them are preschoolers...and you know what kind of humor those kinds of kids like! So, I was good- in that I tried to be myself, yet I behaved at the same time. That takes skill for me!
There are a lot of talented, amazing designers in this contest, so I know that whatever happens from here on out is just gonna be more fun for me. Thanks for all the words of encouragement and support from so many of you.
Now we get to sit and wait til October 10th, when the winner is announced. I'm sure the day will be here before I know it.

"Marriage is what bwings us together too-day"

This post is not meant to spark a debate {nor was that the intention of my previous post}. I'm not writing here to come off as a know-it-all or even that I have the right answers sometimes. Besides, I recognize that I am 'young' and that my beliefs and ideas are constantly being challenged, reviewed, refined and in the end, either changed to fit my new way of thinking, or they grow in credibilty and truth. And, in case you're wondering about the title...it's a line from one of my beloved movies of all time, "The Princess Bride".
I say all that because of where I am headed with my thoughts. Keep in mind, that is what they are- my thoughts. You may agree or disagree, but that is for you to test and find out in your own life. I like to share my thoughts, first, for me- I have them to come back to and to "see" what I was thinking on a particular day or in certain instances of my life. But I write them also, to make you think, and sometimes I get feedback and that makes me think too. That's what I like about blogging versus journaling- there are other ideas coming at me- often times they encourage or support me and even stretch me. It's a two-way street. (At least it ideally, Mr. K...wink!)
I had the rare opportunity of seeing about 7 minutes of the Oprah Show on Monday this week. Oprah's guest that day was Lance Armstrong's ex-wife. (Which, right off the bat fuels the 'debate' that I am addressing here.) The part of the conversation I caught, was about marriages and how the very basis of it requires that a person submit and lose a part of themself to another person- or simply the institution itself.
I listened, maybe not long enough to get the whole story, which is why I am not knocking Oprah and her show, but long enough to want to share some of my own thoughts and the questions it raised in me.
First off, let me say that I fully believe that it is not right for every person to be married in this world. In fact, I know several people who are married who would have been "better off" staying single. Or at least single long enough to learn that they indeed wanted to be married. I think people marry for the wrong reasons all the time. I think weddings have become 'big business' and they create a longing in some hearts- which draws people to 'think' they want to be married, when in fact, they just want a really cool, big, personalized party with lots of fanfare and fun- or maybe simply are craving love and attention...and weddings can certainly fill that longing.
I also have been married for 11 years, so what I'm saying comes from that perspective and that I understand some of the challenges and issues that marriage can bring into life.
The idea that marriage means losing yourself can be very real in a lot of relationships. However, I believe that it comes from things being out-of-balance in the lives of the married couple- not from the marriage itself. Oprah suggests that she hasn't married because she didn't want to give up a part of herself- probably the part she feels she has worked very hard for in life. And I think it's great that she has recognized that within, and not gotten married. It very likely would have ended by now. She has a big name and a self-confidence and lots of people pulling her in every direction at any given time. To think that she could share all that within a marriage and not have issues seems impossible to me (although she could pull it off if she chose to, with the right person and only with God at the center). I applaud her for 'knowing' that she shouldn't marry and for being smart and following her own intuition.
But, I still have issues with the idea that marriage somehow often means that one or the other person loses a part of themselves in the process. That certianly happens alot, but I believe it is a result of people's choices and ultimately can point back to the fact that we live in a broken (sinful) world. So, why would marriages be any different? I think that if a marriage is based on love and respect and keeps God at the very center, it is very difficult for that marriage to fall apart. Not that it can't ever fall apart- because even some of the greatest marriages have failed; not because of marriage- but because the people married are human.
The example of Lance Armstrong's ex-wife made me sad. Just like when I talked about Nick and Jessica. The very fact that I can't type this lady's name because she is referred to as another person's ex-wife is part of the problem. I'm sure her name was flashed up on the screen at various times throughout the show. I'm sure Oprah introduced her and called her by her name- but she talked about losing herself- and yet she goes by someone else's title in life- still! I am not passing blame here, but I would think she would want to go first by her name...and then occasionally use the title- as a reference maybe, for people to understand her crediblity. Or in my case-to think through some of the issues that resulted in her divorce. She talked about always giving and always seeing herself in light of her husband. It's sad that she and HE were willing to sacrifice their marriage for the things that they did. Again, I don't know all the reasons, but I'm sure a big part of it was Lance's career and fame. It's obvious that to be where he's at in his game (biking) required him to take more from the relationship and marriage that he gave.
I think that's what happens in many marriages. Other things- jobs, money, self-image, kids, the belief that you are owed 'more' out of life...any number of things- become the priority, and that sets up marriage for failure. Virtually every time.
In the end, I can say that marriage is not an easy thing. If it is easy for you, then you must be doing it absolutely right all the time- and that can only be done, I believe, with God at the center too. That's how He designed marriage. He wants each person to love Him first, the other second, and themselves last. It should never be a situation where a person loses themself, but it should be a place where you 'find' yourself and become all that God has designed you to be- if He so intended you to be married in the first place.
That's my take on all this. As always, the place for your questions/concerns/feedback/support is open for you to do so in the comments or in an email to me. Next stop for me? To google Lance Armstrong and see how far down I have to go before I find his ex-wife's name. =)

A quick response...

To whomever it was who posted about it being God's will that Teagan was killed by a car crashing into a restaurant- that God's not like that. I have this to say...and I mean this most sincerely too.
I do not believe it was God's will for Teagan to be killed in that way either. I believe that it hurt Him- not just her death, but what happened to all of us there that day. I do believe that there is sin and evil in this world, and because of that, bad things happen- even to so-called good people. We were doing nothing wrong that Sunday morning....going to church services and out for brunch as a family. But somehow, evil touched our lives and caused utter devastation- through the selfish acts of one woman.
While I do not believe God wanted that to happen, unfortunately, that is the choice that the woman driver made. Her actions claimed Teagan's life. However, I know for a fact that Teagan is in Heaven with God today, and that most definitely IS His will for her life. I hope beyond hopes that it is His will for the rest of my children to spend eternity with Him, as well as all my family, friends and many others I touch along the way.
That is why I choose to accept what has happened. Not because I believe it was God's will, but that I hope my assurance and faith leads others to seek God and find this same faith that I have. One that offers assurance of Heaven, and one that teaches me that someday, all that I have lived through will make sense and will give me peace forever.
And in case anyone else has questions such as this, I appreciate them and the gut-level honesty they address. Faith is not an easy thing to understand. Which is exactly what I struggled with late yesterday afternoon. But, I find that God is there even when we question Him, and sometimes just having this type of "dialogue" strengthens my beliefs. And that is a very good thing indeed. So, thank you, anonymous, for that deep thought. I hope my answer helps you out.

It takes me back.

I have to be honest here, since that's what I believe my Nitty.Gritty. is all about. I don't want you all to start believing that I am a superhero or something.
Yesterday, as the day went on, I realized that I still hold some 'raw', edgey feelings inside. After last week, where I thought about, prayed about, talked about, and then watched a part of my life's story (the very moments that altered the course of my life forever) unfold in front of me again, I was very in touch with those feelings I still carry around with me. {See my July archives for more of my story.} I guess I have gotten good at moving through my day to day routine without digging them up all the time. Some days, for various reasons as I just noted, those feelings come rushing back at full speed.
I found myself "slipping" throughout the day, and the hurt and pain and reality of my life kind of overwhelmed me. More than it has in a long time. My throat hurt. I ached in my heart and hurt for myself and the stuff I live with as a result of our tragedy. Not that I'm owed a pain-free life or have it so rough...but still, I found myself wishing.
I was wishing I didn't have to take Wyndham to and from therapy- that she could walk and talk just like lots of kids her age. I was wishing I didn't have to change her pants and give her a shot- because everytime I do those things it is a constant reminder that no matter how many days have passed since our incident, we still bear scars. And there will always be pain and hurt because of what happened to us that day.
So, I was getting snippy with the kids. Which I always find ironic- that the more I miss Teagan and the way my life could have turned out, causes me to snap at every little thing. You'd think I would be hugging my kids more and giving them a break. But for some reason, I start feeling sorry for myself and they get the short end of it all. Now, maybe they just were pushing my buttons more than usual, maybe it was the rainy, drizzly day. Maybe it was that I didn't get my morning bike ride in- I don't know.
I finally told myself that maybe I needed to hear my own message. Even though I'd heard it and seen it the day before, I felt like I needed to reassure my inner being. I think I needed to see that I wasn't just saying the words, but that I still believe them in my own heart. So, I pulled out the video of Teagan's first memorial service. It was held not quite one month after her death. Both Chip and I spoke at her service. I had myself in tears. Definitely a mixture of tears- those of sorrow and of relief. What surprised me most is that after watching and listening to myself and Chip, I found that our story hasn't changed- even after 5 years.
Much of what we said at Teagan's service was what we repeated in church on Sunday. That same peace and hope that I share with you on this blog and that I feel in my life, was what we talked about since the very beginning of all of this. Our pastor at that time talked in great length about the two of us, and that we how we were responding to our incident was simply an extension of what we felt inside. We had a deep faith, a deep peace and an even greater hope- that we will see Teagan again someday. We were living our faith.
I thanked God through my tears yesterday, for giving me those gifts. The fact that I feel sorrow and sadness doesn't mean that my faith is waivering, but that I am still on the journey toward what I hope you all seek. The journey toward Heaven- where we will not be separated from God any longer. I realize the ache in my heart sometimes isn't because I don't feel or believe the reality of my faith- but that I long for it to be complete. I know that can only happen in one place- in the presence of God.
Until I reach that glorious destiny, I guess I should expect times in my life to take me back. And thankfully, when I go back to that 'place' in my heart, I find what I need to get me through. Faith and hope and eyes that look forward to eternity. There's nothing better than knowing that you are on the right track. I thank God for His continued grace and assurance in my life. I hope you find it in your life each day too.

Practically 'live'...in person...

Here you are. The link to the message Chip and I shared with our Pastor and congregation at church this morning.
A few things to note- it starts off with a portion of our story as it aired on the Oprah Winfrey Show- you will hear audio which describes what happened to us the day our tragic incident unfolded.
Next, Pastor Bill Rudd does a sort of interview, in which Chip and I answer questions or share our thoughts in response to his questions or comments.
Click on the following link, http://www.calvarymuskegon.com/content.cfm?id=213 and it will get you to the page in which you can choose which format you would like to listen or download the message. Our story is told within the sermon on Aug. 27, 2006 series #8 "Why doesn't a loving God eliminate suffering?". I hope you find this worthwhile.
And for the record, Chip, you are right. I do tend to speak too fast when I get talking about this part of my life. I'll work on that for next time.
Thanks to so many of you who prayed for us the past day or two. We felt very much at ease telling our story, and I didn't even have issues with what to wear to church this morning. Sometimes that can be the biggest hassle of getting out the door. Not today. Even my hair cooperated with me. All went well. =)

Hopscotch & buttercream =)

Summer countdown-

First of all, I was surprised that none of you really loyal readers left a comment in regards to bumper stickers yesterday about me. I thought for sure someone would say they want a 'Nitty.Gritty. for President' or an 'I read Nitty.Gritty.' bumper sticker on the back of their SUV. Or SAAB or classic black 1984 Porsche. Doesn't anyone want the value of their vehicle to go UP? =)
The final countdown of summer is happening at my house right now. We've done some school supply shopping already, and have had several fights over the new backpacks and who gets what.
I thought it would be fun for us to do the 'Twelve Days til School Starts' as an activity for the kids...as if they need more drama and excitement to wrap up their summer. I told Brock we could make a list of 12 things to do before summer is over and school starts. We are already behind by a day or two...but I'm sure we can make up for it and do 2 or 3 fun things in one day. Today, I tried to just hang out and let the kids do their thing. That included a few games of hopscotch {pictured here}, sprinkler fun, Ava found a puddle at the neighbor's and got very dirty and loved every second of it, popsicles, and pizza.
The main event for the day then was baking cupcakes, frosting them and do-it-yourself sprinkles. Uh-huh, those were a hit, and I've got lots of them under the dining room table to prove it. To those of you who were back in the swing of things already- hope all went well. And to those of us who have another full week of summer left- hang in there!
Tomorrow morning is the day Chip and I speak in church. Some of you have asked about getting a copy of our service or a link online. I'll see what I can do for you. {After I see how it goes and whether or not I'd like for you to hear it! =)} That's called editing- I'm getting good at that.

Read any good bumper stickers lately?

How good is that? I can go from talking indepth about faith to chatting about bumper stickers with nothing in between. Anyone that knows me well would tell you that I am just like this in real life too. I can change topics at the drop of a hat. Maybe it's from growing up as the middle child. I don't know. That whole birth order explanation for how people turn out in life is being used for lots of things these days. I told you I can change topics quickly. You maybe didn't even notice I had done it- I'm that good at it. =)
Today, on my way to dropping off Wyndham at 'syrupy' {therapy}, I was stopped behind a truck with a bumper sticker that read, "The more people I meet, the more I love my dog". I know I've seen it before, but this time I actually started to think it through and I wondered to myself, where is this guy hanging out...where is he meeting new people? I hope it's just a joke in the end, otherwise I think it's really sad. That either he has no control over who he is meeting; maybe because of a job he can't leave, or maybe he has some new, nasty neighbors. I don't know, but sometimes I think people use bumper stickers to express truths in their lives.
So, here's my little gig for you today. If you were to stick a bumper sticker on your vehicle, what would it say...or if you already have one, what does it say? I think this could be interesting.
Maybe I could even scrap a page about funny bumper sticker sayings. Alright now, go. As an extra bonus, tell me the color and make of your vehicle. I think that tells a lot about a person too! Like Heidi Swapp...she's selling her little 'bug convertible'. That car is just so her. {cute!}

If there is such a thing...

I personally don't believe there could be a point in someone's life where they get 'faith overload'. I know in my life, I have had a deep-rooted faith since the age of four, and I feel like I am just now- nearly 30 years later beginning to understand what faith is all about. I am not a theologian or one who reads and studies as much as I can about religious or faith-based topics, but I do spend time reading my Bible each week (notice I didn't even type 'each day'...I don't always get into the Bible like I should).
I try to read a daily devotional- if nothing else to get my thoughts jump-started on a topic that may make me question my faith or lead me to a deeper understading of my faith because of the truth it contains. I pray everyday, and I am constantly asking for God's strength and guidance in my life. That is something I will need from now until I step foot into eternity!
My thoughts the past few days have been focused on different questions and answers I have found in life because of this faith that I claim. My faith is based on a personal relationship I have with Jesus, God's Son. I believe He died on a cross and paid the penalty for my sins, and now that I have asked for forgivenenss of my sins, I have received the free gift of eternal life with God in a place He is preparing called Heaven.
It's not something I have earned, it's not something that has made me perfect (just ask Chip!), and although it was a simple thing on my part, to put my belief in God, it has not always been easy.
That is sort of the basis of what Chip and I will be sharing with the people of our church this Sunday morning. We will be speaking with our Pastor about how a person can have 'Hope in the Hard Times'. Chip and I have the privilege of sharing the life and death of Teagan and some of the challenges we have faced as a result of grief, trauma and the ongoing struggles we now live with as a result of someone else's bad choice in life.
In thinking of what it is that I have to say, and in response to many of the comments and emails I receive each week, I am first of all, amazed as I look back on all that God has led me through in life. I realize that I have lived through some of life's biggest hurts (that of losing a beautiful little girl- full of potential and love) and had the security and routine of my life pulled out from under me. Many of you know that life can be stressful enough- without any 'added' challenges thrown in most of the time. The day to day things in life can wear us thin. Marriage and kids and jobs and money and inlaws =) and bosses =) and even the checkout lady at Wal-Mart can or the people in the car in front of us on the freeway...all of these can create stress or tension or discouragement or depression or self pity or worry or just ongoing hurt. These things, all on their own, can zap the fun out of life in a hurry. Or little by little, but it turns into a big thing after awhile.
I had a lot of that stuff going on in my life even before the incident on July 29, 2001 that created the greatest pain of my life to date. Chip and I had only 6 months earlier, found our daughter, Wyndham blue and not breathing- she was 3 weeks old and weighed about 5 and a half pounds. She was airlifted to Hurley Hospital in Flint, MI and hooked up to life support. There are a lot of details that I could go into, but the short version is that we were able to bring her home after five days in the ICU. She needed close attention afterwards and some medication, but she was alright. At that time, we were thanking God for how He had spared Wyndham's life, and when we got home to our other kids, we realized that a lot of the 'big concerns' in our lives suddenly didn't seem so big. We were overjoyed to just be together and have our life back to 'normal'.
Then, almost exactly six months to the day later, all three of my kids plus Chip, were airlifted to the same hospital- all listed in critical condition. Wyndham was even admitted to the very same bed that she had had on her previous stay. It was eerie. It was unbelievable. It still chokes me up when I picture the scene in my mind. I couldn't believe that the God I had fallen to my knees for asking Him to give me Wyndham back, was now allowing me to go through this pain- only to the greatest extent I could imagine.
One would expect in that situation, that the reality of my life would overwhelm me and that I wouldn't stand a chance at ever becoming 'whole' in life again. That's what I would think too...and it was happening TO ME. But do you know what? God was there, just as He had been in my life, since the young age of four when I invited Him in. I remembered so often wanting to give God all of me, but feeling like what I had to offer would still never be enough- even if it was all of me. I can tell you that in those moments of my life, when I didn't want to live through the next moment because it hurt so bad, or I didn't want the next update from the doctor- because what he would say would rip out whatever bit of hope I was clinging to at that time, when I didn't want to think, breathe, eat, sleep, feel, hurt, or even begin to know what to do next, in those very moments God was there. And He was real to me. More real than He had ever been in my life before. Even when things were at their best in my life- I had never experienced God as I did when things were at their very worst. I remember telling God that I couldn't make sense of what was happening, that maybe I didn't even want to make sense of it, but that I would do one thing in the midst of it. I would trust Him.
That is all I have done from that moment on in my life. I have trusted Him when things didn't seem worth living for. I have trusted Him when I was overwhelmed with worry and grief and despair in life. I have trusted that somehow He could make sense of it for me...maybe not even fully, but enough of a way so that I could find reason for living and finding hope in life once again.
My belief is that an individual can have 'Hope in the Hard Times' first and foremost through a faith in God. I don't know how people get through life's hardships without faith. I suppose that is why there are so many people in this world messed up in the wrong things. Like alcohol and drugs and addictions to shopping and sex and work and a host of other things that people think are gonna bring them change and happiness in life. Those things leave people empty and wanting more. I believe that the pain of those situations in a person's life is the very thing that could drive them to faith in God.
When you realize that nothing tangible in life brings peace and happiness- no matter how good or wonderful it may be- when you realize that there is nothing you can do on your own to bring inner comfort and peace, I believe that is where you find God. And when you surrender your life to Him and live each day dependant on Him as your source of comfort and strength and joy, then you will experience freedom from any trial or hurt that life may bring your way. That is how you find hope in the hard times.
Now I suppose I can go print this out and read from it on Sunday morning when I get to share this amazing reality with the people of my church. I only hope that it makes a little bit of sense.

Maybe I should start collecting retro goods.

I've been more and more excited about vintage prints and patterns and clothing and home decor than ever before in my life lately. My sisters will tell you that they are not surprised by that. I shopped at a local Ragstock when I was in junior high. I was never really into the latest fashion trends. (Sometime I'll scan and post my senior picture and you'll realize this statement fully.)
After that line about Nitty.Gritty. June Cleaver, I spent some time looking up vintage clothing and specifically retro aprons. I found some great patterns, including the Butterick apron pictured here today.
Hmmmm. I'm thinking in all my free time I might just have to go pick some funky fabric out and find myself a simple pattern and sew myself a little apron. I promise if I actually make one, I will post a photo of myself wearing it. No matter how poorly it turns out in the end.
I was thinking of baking my favorite zucchini bread tonight...instead, I just had a great idea for a scrap page. So, I'm off to jot a rough draft of the layout in my notebook. Then hopefully I'll get some creative time alone in my scrap room tonight to work on the real deal. Here's to finding ideas and retro stuff too. Love that!

The not-so-perfect Kodak moments...

Because I believe in fair and balanced journalism, today I present to you the 'other' photos. These include ones where my kids are not looking into my camera nor are they thrilled with having it in their face in the middle of an ordinary day.
Yeah- I even included a picture of three of them fighting on the floor. I am a scrapbooker through and through- I take pictures of my kids fighting, and then crying when life doesn't turn out the way they would have liked it to.
The funny part of these photos is the stories behind them though. Like the one of Wyndham in the mirror. More often than not, she takes her pants off herself, or doesn't let me put her skirt back on her after being changed. So, here you see that played out in the photo. Most of the time I try and crop the photo tighter, or have her sitting down. Not this picture. It's her looking into a dirty, smudged mirror. And that one of Ava? I had taken a few of her smiling- her first time in her big girl bed. Then when I turned to go and said 'goodnight', she changed her whole facial expression. The reality had just sunk in that she was expected to stay where she was the rest of the night. Suddenly the smile was gone.
That picture of Bella crying makes her burst out laughing when she looks at it now. In the moment it wasn't funny one bit. Now she LOVES that picture. Silly girl. She's gonna be one fun teenager, I know this already. =)
There you have it. Now you know it's not always nice and pretty at my house. If I were to post pictures of my house at this moment, you would wonder who ransacked it while I was away. Crayons, books, Thomas the Train, Barbies, you name it- it's everywhere.
I'm not the Nitty.Gritty. June Cleaver kind of chic I portray myself as everyday. That's why I posted these pictures. It's real life around here, and today that means things are a little bit scattered. But that's okay with me...once in awhile.

Things that stir my heart...

I went over 24 hours without turning on my computer. I can hardly believe it myself! A whole day without writing on or reading other blogs.
In that time, I snapped a lot of pictures. I am learning that I can get some great pictures of my kids when I snap them individually versus trying to get more than one kid to do what I like. Basically I am learning that doing anything with them- four little ones against me, is a challenge. So, the one-on-one time or using candy as a bribe seems to be working well around here. =)
Those four smiling faces can make me look deep inside and say, 'I'm not worthy'. I still remember saying over and over again, "I'm never having kids", and now look at me. I've been blessed more than I should ever have been through them.
Music. I have loved music my whole life. My mom claims I used to sing hymns in their entirety even as young as age four- in my sleep. =) Funny. Chip never claims to hear me singing in the night these days. But, I still sing-everyday. I sing with the radio in the car. I crank cd's and belt out songs at dinner with my kids (my poor neighbors during the summer months). I sing in my head when words come to mind. I sing with my eyes open or shut. I love all sorts of music, but find inspirational songs stir my heart.
Last night, Brock and I went out on a date. Just Brock and me. It was a gorgeous night and so we headed downtown Grand Haven and took in the fresh air and sat in the second row while we watched 'Selah' in concert. From old hymns to 'God bless the broken road' to Dolly Pardon's 'Coat of many colors'...it was awesome. We had time to save our seats and grab a little something at the Dairy Treat before it all started. Nothing like letting your kid know that you love spending time with him, enjoying a Maui flurry (Hello, Coconut! What did you think I'd order?) and taking in the sights of the boats on the waterway with uplifting music touching my soul.
I didn't even miss my blog yesterday. As for my email...I see I am getting way behind in responding to some of my 'new fans'. My apologies. I have read all of the notes up til 5:00 pm tonight, and usually I try to drop a reply right back at ya. I've had some Scrapper of the Year stuff that's kept me busy the past few days as well, so that is partly why I seem to have slipped.
If you don't hear from me and you'd really like to, drop me another email in the next day or two as a reminder. That way I'll see that you really ARE a fan. =)
In the meantime, I hope that you take time in your week to think about or enjoy some of the little things in life that stir your heart. All you have to do is look around or within yourself. Surely if you stop and think about it, there is more than enough in your life to make your heart sing!

What is it about her anyway?

Earlier today I was torn away from the computer to give my kids some morning lovin' and get them breakfast. I had kind of gotten sidetracked in my blogpost anyway, so now I am back trying to bring back my original thoughts and make sense of them for you to read.
I was humbled, once again, when earlier in the week I started getting emails from people via Carrie {Colbert} Batt's blog. She and I met at my awesome scrap event in Birmingham back in April. We talked maybe 10-15 minutes, snapped a photo together and I remember thinking how I could never imagine being her- tall, smart, beautiful, young and seemingly had life all figured out.
Anyway, she blogged some really nice things about me, and I am grateful to her for that. I didn't beg her to say those things, there was no exchange of money...nothing like that. I did however, earlier in the week, pray and ask God for my blog to touch someone who needed to hear a word from Him. I asked God to use me for His purpose. And do you know what? The next day I opened my inbox and had more than one note answering this prayer I had just prayed.
I don't know why I find it amazing. I mean, I should totally expect that God would do something so simple- such as my blog. I mean, in the past He has used burning bushes, floods, giant fish, small loaves of bread, blindness, prostitues, tax collectors, donkeys, angels, and even rods and snakes to make Himself known. So, why I should I be surprised that in this century, He even uses words on a computer screen?
My point is that I want to make it perfectly clear, that I am not the one responsible for who I am and how I have been able to respond to the difficulties in my life. I have had a personal relationship with God, who has held me together when my world was falling apart. He has shown grace and mercy and given me more blessings than I deserve. I have a hope that there is something beyond this life that He has waiting for me someday. If it were not for my faith and this hope, life would simply be a cruel hoax.
Instead, I have found that God is true to His promises- offering me comfort and peace and joy in my life, despite my doubts, anger and hurt. He has taken the brokeness of my life and transformed it into something that makes me look good most of the time. =)
I know that not everyone shares this same faith that has sustained me in life's most trying times. I know that life still has some rough spots ahead...just as it holds for many of you. It may be financial struggles, relationship issues, or physical conditions that strike to the very core of your heart and mind. And yet, I believe that it is at times such as these, that God wants us to hand Him all our problems. I think He wants us to realize there is nothing we are able to do about these things on our own. When we recognize this need, and then hand Him the problems we are facing, the questions we are asking, and the pain that we are feeling, it is in these things that He makes Himself clear. Perfectly clear...if we are willing to seek Him with our whole heart.
That is what you see in me. {I hope.} That when I had nothing but pain and hurt and anger and bitterness and emptiness to offer this world and those around me, THAT is when God began to pour Himself out into me and make me something totally different.
I am constantly seeking to become more of that. I choose to ask God for all that He can be in and through me. Anything good that you see in me, comes not from anything I could have said or done on my own. It comes only from being willing to be a vessel for God to be seen in me. That's what my faith is about. I encourage you, if you don't share this faith, or if what I am writing creates more questions for you, that you will simply ask God to make Himself known in your life. If you have hurt, anxieties, challenges, or any issue consuming your thoughts and clouding your joy, I urge you to hand them all to God. Ask Him to hold you and your mess, and I promise you that you too, will be amazed at what God can do- just by piecing the broken parts of you back together.

Commercial jingles-

I mentioned awhile back that I rarely watch television, even though there are three of them in my house, and they are on almost all the time. So, when I get a commercial 'jingle' in my head, it usually is one that is no longer running on tv.
Take, for instance, a Sprite commercial...if you remember this one sing along.
The words are, Verse 1:
You know you make me want to laugh.
I like the funny things you do.
You're such a kick to have around...I like the Sprite in you.
v2: The way you make me want to smile. I like the way you sparkle too.
You've got a style that's all your own...I like the Sprite in you!
(Don't quote me on those exact words...like I said, it's been awhile.)
I have no idea why I still remember this little tune. I do remember singing along with the tv on this one. It was cute and catchy- there was something about it that clicked with me, I guess. In advertising, that doesn't happen often. (I do buy Diet Sprite every once in awhile- but most often I choose Diet Squirt or Fresca as my clear softdrink choice.)
I'm writing all this to say that I think some of you think of me like that Sprite ad...it's cute and it's got some nice things to say. But maybe you're still not buyin' it. The 'it' here is me.
You come back for a quick read each day or at the end of a hectic week, and I'm still here. Got my pictures and my funny mishaps or thoughtful insights and sort of look like I have life all figured out. I've even come through some horrible things, and I'm not too shabby because of them- in looks or attitude. I know some of you are wondering "what gives"? Like there's gotta be a catch somewhere.
In fact, not too long ago, one of you {anonymous} asked if I had ever taken anti-depressants or other medications to help me after my trauma and to deal with grief. The answer is 'no'. And my husband, Chip, and I have not been to grief counseling or support groups as such. We did have overwhelming community support, a wonderful church full of friends who would do anything for us- anytime- we just had to say the word. Or even not intentionally say the word. Here's one example. I was talking with some friends while we sat at Chip's bedside after it had been a couple of long weeks already. I happened to bring up the subject of hospital food. (I apologize if you work in hospital food service- I'm not directing this at you, if this strikes a chord with you.) I had grown tired of the food that was served- even though there were lots of choices. And actually, when I think about it now, it's not just about the food, but about being 'tired' of the whole hospital environment and experience. It was completely draining and exhausting most days. And yet, I hardly slept a wink in three weeks. SO, back to my story.
I said something about the food and how I couldn't wait to get home and get something homecooked and tasty. Then I added, "I could go for some good icecream too." That was it. Imagine my tears (that flowed for ANY reason back at that time in my life), when we came home to a brand new upright freezer, stocked full of food items, so that Chip and I didn't have to plan meals and cook for ourselves. A group of our friends had pooled their money and bought us a freezer. They made and bought items to fill it, including several pints of Haagen Daaz and Ben & Jerry's icecream. It was this kind of thoughtfulness and care and support that Chip and I appreciated and have leaned on more than we probably should have some times. And, we have the most amazing families that have come to our side more times than they probably wished sometimes too!
I was planning on sharing something other than all of this, but this has been good too. I've got little ones waking up telling me they love me and that their tummies want breakfast. I will finish my thoughts later today, or tomorrow, when I have more time to type.
And if you have the Sprite ad song in your head all day, my apologies. Really. =)

Balance and color and playing around...

Totally a thing I would do...so I did it. There are probably a million other things I should be doing or could be doing (like writing belated thank-you's for Bella's birthday gifts last month), instead, I'm playing with Photoshop.
You can click on the image to see the photos enlarged...and then leave me a comment about what color you like best. You know- like a Nitty.Gritty. reader survey. I suppose I could leave these in a strip and turn it into a bookmark. I was just thinking that the pink might be a little too 'Heidi Swappish'. I've heard comments that I look like her or could be her sister. In this scrap-business, that's a compliment, but I definitely have my own thing going on. Actually, I think all the colors suit me- I think it's more my personality to have several colors as my signature. Not that I have split personalities, but that I lots of energy and interests...and I love colors!
I have no idea where all this bold, self-talk is coming from. I'm just having fun getting to know my inner self. I think it has to do in part, from the "me-time" I've been getting lately. Chip bought a new bike a few weeks ago, and I have managed to get up for morning rides (20-25 minutes) each morning...or at least almost every morning. It feels good. That fresh, morning air, the quiet of my neighborhoods, the birds chirping and the sun just starting to warm my face. It has made me realize for the first time in 33 years, that balance isn't just a nice idea to strive for in life, but that it actually has rewards and benefits.
I'm beginning to understand how all the 'parts' of me fit together- the spiritual, the mental, the emotional and the physical. While I know I'll never be a "Twiggy-type", there is something to be said about doing something for yourself physically to feel your best. I am loving the fact that for 20 minutes or so each day, I am refueling myself in more than one way. In doing a physical activity, I have added time for myself metally and spiritually. I haven't had to stretch myself out more thinly in other areas of my life, or taken away something to make way for this added benefit. It seems that it just naturally has worked itself out. I think that's the key to balance in the end. Not to give up, or to take away...but to somehow create an environment where all the pieces work together and run smoothly simultaneously.
Hear me out on this one, though. I'm not claiming that there aren't still issues in my life, or daily challenges and struggles. But, these pieces all have their place in my life. I guess one of those pieces is my creativity. Which is why I played around with colors inPhotoshop. Part of having balance in my life means having room for fun. Sometimes too much fun maybe. That's my choice...and as far as I'm concerned, fun and happiness always adds more balance to my life. I hope you find ways to incorporate balance into your own life. If things seems out of balance, maybe you should start by adding some color- some fun- some fresh air. Just add a little something to make you feel good, and I guarantee you, your life will for whatever reason, feel a bit more balanced. And that's a neat thing!

A new phase in our life-

We are in transition mode at my house this week. For the first time in almost ten long years, we do not have a crib in our home. Everyone is sleeping in a big-kid bed...or at least that's the long-term goal. =)
I'm a realist. That's why we started now, rather than in a couple of weeks at the start of school too. That would just be asking for trouble. So, there have been a few issues, a few new rules, and slowly, I am confident that this new phase will all be a distant memory in our minds.
Next goal- getting everybody out of diapers. I imagine myself being asked about my biggest accomplishment in life {this could be several years down the road}, and I will still answer, "getting all my kids out of diapers". I've got 3 down, two to go. I often joke with Chip, whenever he complains about aches and pains and aging- that he's not allowed to start wearing diapers until all the kids have a least been out of them for a year or two. Oh yeah, he LOVES when I say that. Hey? I told you I'm a realist!

Scrapping makes me happy.

I was in the middle of making this 2-page layout when I started seeing links for Elsie's 1st challenge posted on different blogs and scrap sites. I tried posting this at a couple of places, but apparently I need to scale down my file size. SO, in the meantime, I thought I'd post it here first. For all my scrap-readers to view.
The "100 Things" torn bits are and green-dot paper are KI Memories. The other background page is DCWV retro prints pack, and the smaller sheet of paper is from Studio K. It's also from a multipack paper out right now.
I won't list all the 100 things that are swirling the pages, but #26 originally read 'cats'. Now, I don't hate cats; I'm just not really a cat-person. I do love Hello Kitty and I know some of the songs from the musical 'Cats'...but that's about it. Oh yeah. ANd once my siblings and I won a snow sculpture contest for making a huge Garfield out of the snow in our front yard. We even had it colored orange and black, with food coloring and water. We got our picture taken by it, we won $15 I think, and our family celebrated with a pizza party.
As for a couple of other details- I was asked about those Caribou coffee bars yesterday. Yep- they are in some grocery stores right now. I think Target carries them too. As for my own homemade latte...I do have a froth maker thing. But, usually I just brew my coffee a tad stronger, then I cool it and pour it over a generous splash of that CoffeeMate coconut (liquid) creamer, some skim milk, and lots of ice. Saves me about $3.oo a cup. I still get the Starbucks beans- so it tastes almost like the real deal. Nitty.Gritty. style. That's it for today. Catch you later!

Coffee to go...

If you are a coffee lover in any way, you will understand my happiness with the production staff of this new product...Caribou Coffee Granola Bars. Sometimes I think that Teagan is up in Heaven in charge of new products like this one. Caribou Coffee is a Minnesota based- growing- national coffee shop. They specialize in pretty much the same stuff as Starbucks, only with an up-North, cabin-like feel to their shops. I think it was actually a trip to Alaska where some masterminds were hunting Caribou and instead they stumbled upon some good coffee. Yeah. That sounds like something that would make a group of men say, "Hey...we could market and sell high-end coffee with this stuff."
Anyway, Teagan loved Caribou Coffee...mostly the kid's flavored 'Hot Moo drinks', but also the Caramel Cooler. It's only fitting that Brock has picked up on one of her loves in life- better the love of coffee than her obsession for Barbie Dolls. =)
So, when I spied these on the shelf at our local grocery a couple of weeks ago, both Brock and I got a thrill. Right there in about aisle 8. I don't think the people behind these snacks have any idea how much simple joy they brought to our home that day. ANd the next, and the next. All of my kids love these. Six bars in a box doesn't last long around here. They smell as good as they taste...plus we get a BoxTop to save for our school. Bonus!
I know Teagan probably has more exciting things to do than design products and goods that make me think of her or bring back fond memories. But it's fun to think she could be in on inspiring minds with ideas. I have no idea what angels do all day. Still it's fun to dream.
To all you coffee lovers out there, I highly recommend this new product. To my family, friends and fans in Minnesota, this makes me miss you all a little bit more. Okay. Maybe I just miss a tall Turtle Mocha, skinny- extra hot...but either way, consider yourselves thought of today. =)

I call this one "Nitty in Pink".

I guess it's not the worst thing a kid has had to do in life, but I sort of feel badly about 'making' Brock and Bella take a bunch of pictures of me the other day. This is one that I got when it was Bella's turn. She actually started having fun and kept making up lines for me to say before she would snap my picture. She'd hold the camera up and wait until I repeated her word or phrase, "Say banana" or "Say funny 1-2-3". I just might have a photographer in the making.
I reviewed my pictures, and then played with this one a bit. I'm supposed to submit a colored headshot for my CK scrapbooking contest. So, my big decision is whether or not to spend some money on a "real photo shoot", or just keep giving my kids more candy bars for their time and effort.
In the meantime, I have some of your addresses on file in my inbox from previous posts...I might just autograph some pictures and randomly mail them out. You could stick them on your fridge and wish me luck everytime you look at me. Or as my sister told me, some of you might just click and save this photo as your new computer screensaver. I know some of you are Nitty.Gritty. fans to the end!

The honeymoon phase was over long ago.

I should get used to my life, the way it is most of the time on a daily basis. Yesterday, our 11th wedding annivesary wasn't much different. Hear me out, though. I'm not complaining. I'm just telling it like it was.
It started with Ava chipping off a piece of Bella's tooth- by throwing a small plastic nail polish brush at her. It hit Bella just right (or wrong), I guess...and so we had a dramatic start to the day. Lots of tears and trying to figure out what exactly had happened. Bella spent the day drinking water, off and on, to try to make it "grow" back. We will have a trip to the dentist this week.
Then there was a couple of episodes involving Wyndham....and her issues that I didn't go into detail about in her post the other day. Let me just say that she has problems drinking and swallowing sometimes. Leads to lots of clean-up, loss of appetites for the rest of us, and usually a bath. Fairly normal, for my life, anyway.
Finally, there was the tucking into bed and retucking into bed until everyone was fast asleep. It reminds me that I am needed and instrumental in a few things in life. Like making sure everyone has sweet dreams.
Someday Chip and I will have uniterrupted, long stretches of time together. I'm sure we'll end up talking about lots of things from our past. Like the time Bella got her tooth broken off on our annivesary.
I recall an annivesary from years past, in which both Chip and I were in wheelchairs. We could only hold hands and hold back tears...our bodies, minds and hearts hurt so badly. We had my Mom help wheel us down 3 floors to visit Wyndham, who had just gotten moved out of Peds ICU. It was a memorable anniversary indeed. I remember thinking things could only get better from here on out. And do you know what? It has.
Even though there wasn't much romance happening with all the routine {chaos} going on around our home, I realized that there's a lot of love and good things around us. It made for a simple reminder to me. Just being together with the one you love is a VERY GOOD day indeed.

Nitty.Gritty. wedding photos-

Awwwwe. =) Wedded bliss is the best.