A month of pics

Their favorite place to swim is at the creek by our church. The water is super cold almost all year and pretty deep in spots.




Wiped out. Course this only happened about a block from the house, when it was a 20 min drive one-way




Waving hi




Because I care little and am more fascinated with modern dentistry here's what it looks like under my bridge. I had to get it replaces after a wrestling march with a certain little boy. It was an accident but man what a pain it was to get this scheduled.




After




The boys playing out their new adventures they're going to have when we go camping this year




Modeling a batters posture so I can learn. He is obsessed with baseball




She rides in carts this way.... The girl cracks me up and I love her joy




Woke up early one morning to a little boy staring out our bedroom window




Hello boys, whatcha doing?




Just sitting?




Ahhhh, I like to relax too




Um, I'll just sit here between ya




I'm bored, so now ill just crawl all over ya




How bout sitting on ya? Will you give me attention now?




Fine boys, leave! I'll just watch all by myself




My old lady feet have finally caught up with me. I have a cyst just under the skin that is attached to a nerve which is causing a ton of pain when touched by shoes, kids accidentally stepping on it, moving my foot in bed while I sleep. All my shoes bother it so I took an old pair of tennis shoes and cut out a hole where the cyst is so I could have some good shoes to run errands in.




See my white sock sticking out on the inner left shoe? Hey, you modify shoes when you have pain this bad. I'll surgery at the end of this month to have it removed, thank the good Lord.




What I woke up to the other morn. Used too much toilet paper. There's about 1/4inch of water on the floor there.




Do I want these? Or do I not? Those are the questions and I wish I wasn't to dang indecisive some days.




Helping K w an early bday parent.... A pink buggy




She's trying to keep up




A day trip to Sea World for moms day!















A better dolphin feeding experience than last year :-)




Bracing for the spray of water from the boat ride




Brrrrrr




Holding J so he can take a hot of water this time




Love this pic! Frame worthy




Daddy let me drive




Moms day dinner at my fav-Crackerbarrell












Sleeping beauty tears up her bed




We have the best neighbors with the funest toys












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I can't sleep so I'll share pics

No descriptions just a dump of photos








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How I Roll

Not to impress you but to show you how far I've slipped in my organizational skills (that's satire, we all know I lack in that dept) I give you C's bday invite sent via text message because I'm not jacking with evite anymore. Procrastinators can't be bothered with a silly thing like evite.

So here's the text my homegirls got on their phones this afternoon.


Because I hate computers consider this your evite:
To: ####### (name blocked because its irrelevant)
From: Calvin
Hey Bro, come to my 3rd bday party to hang out and have some fun!
When you say? Sat, April ## (again irrelevant and none-ya-biz-nass)
What time? 10:30 to noonish cause my mom doesn't want this to be an all day event (she's weird like that)
Bring your swim trunks cause we're going to have an awesome inflatable slide to play on. We'll feed ya lunch, hop ya up on sugar and then send ya packing... My kinda day ;-)
Have your people call/text my people (aka your mom call my mom) if you're coming so we have plenty of food/sugar and then I won't have to share my portion cause that ain't my thang ;-)
Calvin out!


I'm sure Better Homes and Trailers will be calling to see if they can use it in their next months issue in their "how to church-up your kids bday party invites" article.

If also like to add that this is C's 1st bday party..... That makes it even more classy.

### I do find it ironic that I put in the text that I hate computers (see the first sentence, but yet my phone is a tiny hand held computer that I'm using to post this. Be quiet, I see it.##

Is he not the funniest



J on deck at tball tonight. I'm really starting to love baseball again... Mostly because I birthed one of the players



Dear Grandparents: please send girl things quickly as these are currently K's favorite toys. That would be a sword in her right hand and a r/c 4-wheeler in her left




Mama's new saucy red hair. This was hair appt day so don't think I'm making those curls up everyday.... Oh no


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She says it so much better

by Rachel Held Evans

God can’t be kept out

Those little Advent candles sure have a lot of darkness to overcome this year. I see them glowing from church windows and on TV, in homes and at midnight vigils, here in Dayton and in Sandy Hook. Their stubborn flames represent the divine promise that even the smallest light can chase away the shadows lurking in this world, that even in the darkest places, God can’t be kept out.
It’s a hard promise to believe right now, I know. The children in the pictures are just too young, too familiar. Our hearts ache; the darkness seems so heavy and thick.

We all grieve in different ways, and we must be patient with one another as we do, but there is a rumor floating around among the people of God that is so vile, so dangerous and untrue, it simply must be called out. It’s a rumor that began long before the shots rang out at Sandy Hook and long before this Advent season.
It’s the rumor that God can be chased out.

You might have heard it from Bill O’Reilly and those who, every Christmas, work themselves into a frenzy over the “War on Christmas.” They storm checkout counters to demand that clerks issue them a “Merry Christmas” instead of “Happy Holidays,” crying persecution when inflatable manger scenes are moved from public courthouses to private property. They demand that every gift purchased, every mall opened late, every credit card maxed out must be done so in Jesus’ name…or else Christ will be taken out of Christmas. They do it because someone told them that God needs a nod from the Empire to show up, forgetting somehow that God showed up as a Jew in the Roman Empire.

In a barn.

As a minority.

After a genocide.

To the applause of a few poor shepherds.

If the incarnation tells us anything, it’s that God can’t be kept out.

Or you might have heard the rumor from a red-faced preacher who insists that if we can’t keep God’s name in our pledge, on our money, and on our courthouse walls, then we can’t keep God in our country. He has convinced his congregation that the fight of faith is a fight for power, that we win when we see God’s name on our cash, on our statues, on our idols, and in our legislation. He thinks that the removal of God’s name is the removal of God’s very self. He has forgotten that when God showed up, God was executed by the government.

On a cross.

Emptied of all power.

Only to rise from a borrowed grave three days later because God can’t be kept out.

Or, most recently, you might have heard the rumor from Mike Hucakbee or a friend on Facebook, saying that God abandoned the children at Sandy Hook because, though children have every right to pray in public schools, those schools cannot sponsor prayer events out of deference to religious freedom. When asked where God was on that awful Friday morning, these Christians have said that God did not show up at Sandy Hook because “God is not allowed in public schools,” because “ we have systematically removed God” from that place.

Brothers and sisters, let’s call this one for what it is: bullshit.

God can be wherever God wants to be. God needs no formal invitation. We couldn’t “systematically remove” God if we tried.

If the incarnation teaches us anything, it’s that God can be found everywhere: in a cattle trough, on a throne, among the poor, with the sick, on a donkey, in a fishing boat, with the junkie, with the prostitute, with the hypocrite, with the forgotten, in places of power, in places of oppression, in poverty, in wealth, where God’s name is known, where it is unknown, with our friends, with our enemies, in our convictions, in our doubts, in life, in death, at the table, on the cross, and in every kindergarten classroom from Sandy Hook to Shanghai.

God cannot be kept out.

And although my doubt and anger make it hard for me to believe today, I will keep lighting those little Advent candles like a religious fool until they help me in my unbelief. May their flames be a reminder to all of us that we don’t have to know why God let this happen to know that God was there….

and here,

and in those swaddling clothes,

and on that cross,

and in that grave,

and on the throne.

For no amount of darkness can overcome the light.

http://rachelheldevans.com/blog/god-kept-out
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