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And these are the days of a mom's life...

You ever just have "one of thosedays"? You know the kind I'm talking about.. drama filled, action packed, never a dull moment, "these are the days of ourlives" kind of days? Well, that is exactly the sort of day we had yesterday! (And to be completely honest the kind of day we seem to have more often than not lately.)

It started out normal enough. Jaden and Isaac did a little bit of school work before being taken for their weekly speech lesson. Dacey was on the computer doing her schoolwork. And Connor was running through the house acting like, well, Connor! (He is our wild one.)

Hubby returned from Jaden and Isaac's speech class with a note from their teacher. It read: "Isaac appears to have a black objectlodged in his ear. I recommend you take him to the ENT." An appointment was quickly made and off we went.

We arrived at the doctor's office with the knowledge that at this particular office you never run in and out. You go prepared to wait for …

Word-Filled and Wordless Wednesday

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.”- Romans 8:38-39 Connor's first night in his big boy bed.  Big brother slept close (and stole all the covers) to keep him safe! For more Word-Filled Wednesday click HERE. For more Wordless Wednesday, click HERE.

Not Me Monday

Everyone always seems to have so much fun with this. So here's my go at "Not me Monday".

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

It was not me who in order to celebrate my friend's birthday went and bought myself a new purse and make-up. It really was not me who wanted the free gift that you got with a purchase of $21.50 so badly that she pestered the sales lady until she offered her an eye pencil sharpener for a dollar so she'd qualify. I am absolutely not that bold or annoying.

It was not me in Wal-Mart asking a woman in the pet department for a dog breeders phone number. I so didn't need another dog.... (even if she is beyond beautiful and the sweetest little thing ever). I would never bring home a new pet without much planning and preparation. Not me... ever!

I did not go the very next evening to get another puppy from the same breede…

What's Love Got To Do With It?

**I wrote this a year and a half ago on my tenth wedding anniversary before I began writing at blogspot. I felt led to share it today. It is a wonderful reminder of just what we are celebrating on Valentine's Day!**

What's Love Got To Do With It?

Everything! Love has everything to do with every situation we are ever presented with at any given time. Whether or not we choose to act with love is our decision, but if we are not treating EVERYONE with whom we come in contact with true agape love (a love given unconditionally and not based on the worthiness of the one being loved) we are not living a life that reflects Christ.

He told us how to love others. It isn't always easy, but we have a guide.

Love is patient and kind.
"But I'm tired." "But you don't know what I've been through." "But I don't feel like it." "But they don't deserve it." We can come up with a million excuses. We were cut off in traffic. Someone jumped a…

More and More? NO MORE!!

I love blessing my children. I gain great pleasure in finding something when I'm out and about that I think they would enjoy and surprising them with it. More often than not, I give in to their pleas when we find ourself in a toy department. It seems they almost always come home from the store with something new. It's not always a big something but usually is something nevertheless. I want to give them their every hearts desire, and I'm ashamed to admit that in doing so, I have spoiled them.

Christmas was just over a month ago. Already the gifts my children were showered with have been scattered through-out our home. They have so much that nothing holds their attention for long. It's always on to the next great thing.

I acknowledge that it is not their fault that they have this mind set. I have taught them to expect more and more. But it is also up to me to put the reins on myself to keep from lavishing them with gifts. If I am to teach them to appreciate what they have,…

Some of My Best Friends Have Been DOGS

April will bring with it the first completed year that I have spent without my faithful Golden Retriever, Rhett. Rhett was a beautiful, beautiful dog. He brought me so much happiness and joy. When we first purchased Rhett, he was intended to be for the kids. Yet somehow within weeks he had me wrapped, and he was my friend and shadow for every day of his life that followed.

Rhett always seemed to know when I felt bad. He'd just lay beside me or sit quietly at my feet. He was always ready to go on a walk with me. We spent countless hours playing fetch together. And for the most part, he obeyed my every command. My favorite was when I'd holler, "KILL, RHETT, KILL!!" and he'd begin to furiously yet ever so playfully bark at my husband. Or I could say, "Rhett, give Dacey love," (he knew the kids each by name) and he'd chase her down until she was cornered and lick her mercilessly.

When I was eight months pregnant with Connor, I was awaken one morning after…

Rest for the Weary

It has been almost six weeks since my husband's shoulder surgery. It has been a very long six weeks for our family. For the first three weeks following the procedure Tommy was in excruciating pain around the clock. He was unable to move or lift his arm at all. During the next three weeks the pain has lessened (or maybe he's grown use to it), but it still hurts. He has not regained his full range of motion yet. He still cannot lift his arm straight out or above his head. Tommy's a worker and has quickly grown tired of not being able to do the things he is use to doing. As much as he enjoys being home with his family, he actually misses being at work.

Physical therapy has been grueling. Each time I take him for his appointment, I feel as if though I am dropping him off at a torture chamber. While one therapist holds him down, another pulls his arm in all directions imaginable. Then for the next hour or two they stretch his arm in every position possible. (We've wondered i…