tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54873987455208298142024-03-20T19:52:41.507-05:00This and ThatA Little Bit of This...A Little Bit of ThatJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.comBlogger509125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-46555966684345512962011-10-01T19:37:00.000-05:002011-10-01T19:37:33.282-05:00I found the cords to the camera!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWQ0dWhNN64_ejWNkHuuZtZ1AFIgXUZN7ObJ_BM0q0QS3ZJmNjPGbB0aFZVljgir9kAVEkfHIt0kfizE1ESnHDcZKAK5rmPDKYwKRyfcx8szOM1VgKf5wPewQ-pb4zeuFvX10kfihVa4/s1600/DSC06288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXWQ0dWhNN64_ejWNkHuuZtZ1AFIgXUZN7ObJ_BM0q0QS3ZJmNjPGbB0aFZVljgir9kAVEkfHIt0kfizE1ESnHDcZKAK5rmPDKYwKRyfcx8szOM1VgKf5wPewQ-pb4zeuFvX10kfihVa4/s320/DSC06288.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-5657192293117449062011-09-28T19:34:00.000-05:002011-09-28T19:34:45.582-05:00A Week of Fun and WeirdWe found our camera. Yea! Or maybe not. The memory card went corrupt, the dial to switch settings no longer works, and the battery is giving out. You will just have to use your imagination for this blog post, and possibly for many other blog posts to come. :)<br />
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This past week has been full of fun, busy days, and weird things. <br />
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The fun things and busy days- We got to go to the Children's Museum for free this past Saturday, courtesy of the Smithsonian's "Free Museum Day." I bought a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks. It was pretty good...but I'll stick with my white chocolate mochas or peppermint mochas (my favorite!!). We bought a Whole Foods' cake for my birthday, which was pretty tasty, and then we celebrated at TGIFridays on Saturday. Did I mention that Saturday was my birthday? Turning 31 isn't that great, but at least I still had some fun things to do.<br />
My dad came to town on Sunday afternoon. We ate at a lot of great restaurants, went on the steamboat, road a carriage, and walked, walked, walked. The girls did great even though the days were busy and full of activities. We had a great time though. It's always nice when family comes to visit.<br />
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The weird-Several people, while walking in the Quarter, thought that my dad and I were married. Yuck! (Arnold was at work.) Maybe my dad doesn't look that old, or maybe I'm looking old, but COME ON people!! Next time, I'm going to get a shirt for him that says, "I love my grandkids" or something like that. Weird. I guess since anything goes these days, people didn't think twice about it.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-20947747017283744692011-09-21T13:50:00.000-05:002011-09-21T13:50:31.651-05:00Wednesday's Word<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Georgia;">Isn't it comforting to know that despite our circumstances, we can lean on the Lord, crying out to Him for comfort and strength? I know during the course of this past year, I felt like letting go, but the Lord will never let His children go. Nothing can separate us from His love. How incredible!</span></strong></div>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-85069093484890506732011-09-20T13:00:00.000-05:002011-09-20T13:00:03.142-05:00Tuesday RandomsTuesday Randoms.......<br />
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1. I am really bummed that we can't find our camera. We've managed to keep up with that <strike>piece of junk </strike>awesome camera now for the last four years. Seriously though, even though it's just a a point and shoot, it's been a great one. For now, I guess we will just have to take pictures in our minds, and I will keep dreaming for a big huge photographer's camera that I probably won't know how to operate. *Sigh*<br />
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2. We had a fabulous weekend! I got to watch a Clemson game on tv, and they beat Auburn! I haven't seen a Clemson game in forever. Louisiana doesn't really feel the need to broadcast Clemson games. I also drank a Cheerwine while watching the game, just to experience South Carolina at its fullest. The Saints also played and won, which was an added bonus. We had some friends over for this game, ate way too much, and probably hurt our ear drums from yelling so loud. It was a great time though! <br />
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3. I am proud of myself for hauling our beast of a vacuum cleaner up to the second floor and actually vacumming yesterday. I had to wear my ear plugs to vaccumm, that thing is so loud! It felt good to get that terrible chore checked off the list. Vaccumming is SO overrated. (I hope my Mother is not reading this.)<br />
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4. My husband is loving his new job, and I think he's doing great! I've been fixing his lunch every day so that we can save money (eating out adds up, you know!). And he has been carrying it in his Superman lunchbox. I wish I could post a picture of this. <br />
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5. I am super psyched that I got a coupon in the mail from Dunkin Donuts for a FREE pumpkin latte. I always see everyone on facebook and blogs raving about pumpkin drinks from Starbucks, etc. I can't wait to try one. I hope I'm not dissappointed. Of course I always have my handy dandy espresso machine to fall back on, which by the way, I use frequently. See Mom, this was not a wasted Christmas present!!<br />
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Hope you're enjoying your TuesdayJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-18664251612948301702011-09-19T13:00:00.000-05:002011-09-19T13:00:00.871-05:00Worship SongIf you need a great song to worship to, this one will work...<br />
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The second new thing I've started doing is making Peyton help out more around the house. We, of course, want to teach our kids to be responsible, hard working individuals who take pride in keeping the household clean and running efficiently. She puts liners in the trash cans, takes the clothes out of the dryer and folds the washcloths, empties the silverware(except for the knives) from the dishwasher, cleans up her toys several times a day, puts condiments in the fridge after we've had a meal, and cleans up the table after we eat. Again, I would love to hear your ideas of age appropriate chores your kids do at home. And do you implement any type of reward system? I'm just curious. <br />
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Thanks for sharing with me! The internet is such a great tool for new ideas...Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-66105239846796076952011-09-12T13:51:00.000-05:002011-09-12T13:51:39.963-05:00Sugar<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/content/knowhow/glossary/sugar/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/content/knowhow/glossary/sugar/image.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
One thing that I am is a sugar addict. I love sweet things....cakes, cookies, candy, drinks. I don't feel like a meal is complete without something sweet at the end. In fact, when I was pregnant with Raegan and Janna (my sister) came and stayed with us that summer, I wrote a <a href="http://arnoldandjoy.blogspot.com/2009/07/sweets.html">post</a> about all the sweet things I baked that summer because of my cravings. And since Janna is a fellow sweet addict, I had someone to indulge with. <br />
Anyway, back to the present, I've been convicted the last week or so about all the sugar I put into my body (and my family's bodies). I've tried to limit the sugar to one sugary treat a day, but that's kind of hard. Even when I go grab a snack, everything seems to have a ton of sugar in it....yogurt, raisins, granola bars. The other alternative seems to be a bunch of salt....Chex Mix, chips, nuts. I'm kind of stuck here. Does anyone have any ideas for healthy snacking besides peanut butter or a great website you could send me the link to? Fruit is a great snack but it lasts about 30 minutes and then I'm hungry again. The same goes with fresh vegetables dipped in ranch dressing. I'm in a rut here and would like some new ideas! Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-6225558065757130432011-09-11T17:08:00.000-05:002011-09-11T17:08:08.334-05:00My "Where Were You..." StoryEveryone is doing the "Where were you on September 11th" stories on facebook and blogs, so I thought I would jump on the bandwagon. <br />
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I remember that on August 11, 2001, I had just flown back from Taiwan. I remember that my parents followed me all the way back to the gate to send me off, and they did the same when they picked me up. Little did we, or anyone else, know that this would be the last time they would ever see me off at the gate. How our lives have changed, even our travel has changed! Exactly one month later, I went to the cafeteria to grab breakfast before my class and saw the first plane plow into the North Tower. Initially, I thought it was a small private plane, and hoped that it was an accident. I then went to class where the professor let us out early. I headed right back to the cafeteria. I didn't want to be holed up in my dorm room watching these events unfold by myself. There was comfort in numbers and being around people to discuss the events and share the deep feelings of sadness. It was during my second trip to the cafeteria that I discovered that it was no accident. Honestly, I don't remember much else about the day. When you are a young, single college student so far removed from the "real world", you don't tend to dwell on these things. <br />
Fast forward ten years later, and things are a bit different for me. Now that I have two kids, and now that I am not quite as naive, I understand the gravity of this situation, and feel the deep sense of loss the whole country felt ten years ago(though I will never totally understand). I have devoured every TV show and magazine article about 9/11 that I have come across, and have a true sense of sadness. But Arnold posted on his facebook page a quote from a message he heard that day, and I think it's worth repeating here. "God was not surprised by the events that took place that day, and He is still in control." Those words still ring today! Thank you God. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-8294253960531013692011-09-07T13:15:00.000-05:002011-09-07T13:15:34.839-05:00Whew!I finally feel like I can breath! Last week was it for me at work. I did have to end it a few days early when Peyton decided to plug the sink, turn on the water, and close the door at the babysitter's house. Yep, she flooded her bathroom and we had to pay for a new straightener and blow dryer. At that point, we collectively decided that enough was enough. <br />
So how has our week at home been? Busy! I never thought I would be this busy, but the day goes by at warp speed. Of course, I'm having to catch up on years of de-cluttering and cleaning, but that's coming along nicely. I'm enjoying every single second with the girls. We're having a blast together. <br />
For four years now, I've been wanting to stay home with my children, so the fact that the day has finally arrived continues to blow my mind. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm not on a vacation from work and that I won't have to return at 8am Monday morning. But to my working mom friends who may read this blog, hang in there if it is your desire to be at home. <br />
This last year especially was the hardest of my life, and I think probably the hardest of my husband's too. One reason for the absence of any blog entries was the difficulty of this journey we've been on. While I'm being honest, I'll go ahead and say that I had to stop reading other people's/friends blogs as well. I just couldn't take it anymore. But I am so thankful that the Lord never lets go of us because there were many times when I wanted to let go. Hanging in there is not easy, and there are many days of up and downs. But I can attest to the fact that the Lord is merciful and patient with us. He sees our pain and struggles and continues to love us...nothing can separate us from that...Romans 8. <br />
So here I am now trying to figure out what to do with the time that I have with my girls before the school grind starts in a few years. We're making friends at the park, visiting the library, making memories at home, and getting more involved with our new church. <br />
Thank you Lord for being faithful to my family. <br />
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First though, I would like to commemorate our special day with a timeline of the last six years.<br />
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May 21, 2005-Arnold and I got married on the most perfect, gorgeous, beautiful day in history, May 21, 2005, at my home church in Gaffney, SC, Corinth Baptist. After the reception, we drove to Atlanta, spent the night in a honeymoon suite, and left for New Orleans the next day. After arriving in New Orleans, we boarded a Carnival cruise bound for the Caribbean. <br />
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After returning from the cruise, we settled into our nice, freshly painted apartment on the seminary campus, where we would only spend the next three months because of a little hurricane called Katrina. After the storm, we moved to SC and spent the next five months wandering around my Dad's lake house, wondering what we were going to do with our lives. <br />
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In February of 06, we came back to New Orleans and started new jobs, Arnold at the Leavell Center, and myself at William Carey U. In September of 06, we started trying to have a baby. <br />
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By February of 07, I found out I was pregnant with a little monkey named Peyton. We both continued working at our jobs and doing stuff married (without kids) people get to do, like go on dates, go to the movies all the time, and frequent coffee shops.<br />
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In December of 08, I found out I was pregnant with another little monkey named Raegan and Arnold was getting really serious with finishing the dissertation by the time 2009 rolled around. <br />
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Right after Raegan was born, Arnold and I spent many an hour proofing his dissertation and he successfully defended it in October. Then we moved off campus, and Raegan was hospitalized with RSV the night before his graduation ceremony in December. And the icing on the cake was that neither of us had had any sleep since August of 2009. Thank you Raegan. Except for a few joyful occassion thrown in there, i.e., Raegan's birth, Arnold graduation, I never ever, nope, not in a million years, never want to relive those six months. <br />
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2010 proceeded a little smoother, just enjoying life and our little family and now here we are in 2011. <br />
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God has been so good to us, providing for us, blessing us, and helping us to grow stronger in our marriage. We anxiously await to see what He has for us in the future. <br />
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Here's to 6 great years!!!<br />
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<div align="center">Uncle Joe, Raegan, and Rayleigh(Raegan and Rayleigh are 2nd cousins)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTV9Jc4P0aHo1pl5IFFq76zSDZfX7dQLw8SvF7gFUatkkw83ldVyvf8t3Xl6IY6tM0_HNI5m22_bl-6ltUTR5dTfy-dmLc0d1WW7YmMm6ebB2EdgZjdPne9EFEf0P6HTA3ak6D86ZKuyM/s1600/DSC05738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTV9Jc4P0aHo1pl5IFFq76zSDZfX7dQLw8SvF7gFUatkkw83ldVyvf8t3Xl6IY6tM0_HNI5m22_bl-6ltUTR5dTfy-dmLc0d1WW7YmMm6ebB2EdgZjdPne9EFEf0P6HTA3ak6D86ZKuyM/s320/DSC05738.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> PaPaw and Raegan</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzdlQvcpB9GRNn1Pi8ctwEnh3BkTIwg_1nDOTfoiR5ium5qWYqhogHbQlr5_2iz472CWE8LWbnC6coZtDb7fJcBZiJ1lH24f3_GWUeKkfhUJS91dgaQNy9NWLuMg8lM6tgoOpJ2LQlVww/s1600/DSC05741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;">Katelyn and Peyton Even though Katelyn is three years older than Peyton, they still have a great time together.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Katelyn and Peyton<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSukBrQaQdQ7AIfDqSEfc6Mqh-mmLXObTGQDuByv7EiUTmjnG3vDfohnEif3n5SAcMtINfS-95ETQz-uz_15Zzkt_YfNZCoZH3UrD0gkkEPKT085iUbSDhwhiYL7eQCuPExrp8-f_raQ/s1600/DSC05758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidSukBrQaQdQ7AIfDqSEfc6Mqh-mmLXObTGQDuByv7EiUTmjnG3vDfohnEif3n5SAcMtINfS-95ETQz-uz_15Zzkt_YfNZCoZH3UrD0gkkEPKT085iUbSDhwhiYL7eQCuPExrp8-f_raQ/s320/DSC05758.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had to put t-shirts on them because I think they each knocked over a cup of egg dye on their clothes.</div><br />
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It is hard to trust the Lord when everything seems to be going wrong, when you're standing in the downpour. I read a magazine article today and this question from the article jumped out at me, "Will we choose faith in God over faith in an outcome?" If you would like to read this excellent article, click on <a href="http://www.intouch.org/magazine/content/topic/when_love_tarries">this</a>.<br />
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I can't control my circumstances. I can't control the fact that "Joy's wish list" is currently in the trash. I cannot change the fact that this is not where I expected to be at 30 years old. <br />
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The Lord gave me a verse this week though, "If you have raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses? If you stumble in safe country, how will you manage in the thickets by the Jordan?" Jeremiah 12:5 <br />
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I like what the notes in my Bible have to say about this verse. So I will let the notes sum this up: <br />
"Life was extremely difficult for Jeremiah despite his love for and obedience to God. When he called to God for relief, God's reply in effect was, 'If you think this is bad, how are you going to cope when it gets really tough?' Not all of God's answers to prayer are nice or easy to handle...But we are to be committed to God even when the going gets tough and when his answers to our prayers don't bring immediate relief." (From the Life Application Study Bible). If anyone out there in blog land is going through something difficult too, I hope this post will speak to you.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-82610719093458437342011-04-21T15:01:00.000-05:002011-04-21T15:01:29.355-05:00The Mind of a Three Year OldThree year olds are so full of funny conversations, funny pronunciations, and funny sayings. I should always carry around a pen and paper to jot these things down. Here is a bit of the conversation from last night I had with Peyton.<br />
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Peyton: Mommy, Do cows love Jesus? Do rabbits love Jesus?<br />
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Me: (thinking to myself) How in the heck do you answer this question? <br />
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A few minutes later, as we're praying:<br />
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Peyton: Jesus, Please be with Keri (my sister) and... and...<br />
(Looks up at me, quizzically) Does Keri have a husband?<br />
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Me: No she has a boyfriend.<br />
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Peyton: What's his name?<br />
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Me: Adam.<br />
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Peyton: Please be with Adam, Jesus. And Belle, and Cinderella, and Sleeping Booty(that's no typo). (And she frequently prays for the Disney princesses that she sees on her wall.)<br />
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Me: Peyton, what did you do today?<br />
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Peyton: Well, well, Daddy gave us a snack and I had juice and Newtons (Fig Newtons). <br />
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At the park last week, we met a little four year old girl who, throughout the course of our time with her, explained to us that her Mom had had surgery on her belly for her sister (C-section). Kids volunteer the most interesting information, by the way. I'm sure this Mom would have loved the fact that her daughter was telling strangers about her surgeries.<br />
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So every night, Peyton prays for "Daphnee's mom who had surgery on her belly".<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;">Everything is just so cute and precious from their little perspective. I love it!</span>Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-17622252228529483512011-04-19T16:32:00.000-05:002011-04-19T16:32:00.702-05:00I Should Have KnownSo Saturday morning, Arnold went to a prayer breakfast at church and I was left alone with the girls. I hopped into the shower about 10am and left the door wide open so that I could keep an ear out for the girls. They were downstairs playing. I would call out to Peyton every few minutes to make sure she was still downstairs. She answered me every time, but they were unusually quite. I thought it was a little unlike them to be so quite (usually there would be some screaming, crying, and unkind behavior going on between the two of them). Well, lo and behold, I should have known. They were crouched down under the table and had gotten into the little chocolate bunnies, eggs, and coins. From counting the wrappers, I came up with the number 13. They had eaten 13 pieces all together. I'm suprised they weren't sick! Below are some pictures.<br />
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Do you remember when you were young and time seemed to go in slow motion? I remember that feeling if there was a vacation to the beach or a trip to Carowinds (for those not in SC or NC, it's an amusement park like Six Flags) planned. It would seem like an eternity before the day would finally arrive. Now if there's a trip planned, I'm always needing more time to pack or to rest or to get this or that done before the big trip. I guess more responsiblity is a time sucker. I feel like I wake up in the morning and the next thing I know, I'm back home getting ready to go to bed and do the same thing all over again. Mr. Time, Could you please slow down so that I can catch my breath? I prefer to walk not run. Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-63678616052851052122011-04-06T15:00:00.001-05:002011-04-06T15:00:03.788-05:00"Yes, There is a Reason to Trust"I ran across this article in the InTouch magazine and thought that I would post it on the blog today. This article is so timely for me, and I thought maybe it would be timely for some of you blog readers as well. <br />
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"There is plenty of reason for confidence these days. That's not the message we hear on the news every morning, but it's true. Yes, the economy is in a slump, unemployment is up, and unrest in the Middle East continues. But these things are nothing new. The world has always experienced some kind of turmoil, and that hasn't stopped God from blessing His people and giving us reason to trust Him.<br />
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Many Christians profess belief in God and in His promises yet focus more on the continuous barrage of negative information that confronts them each day through televeision and the Internet. Their lives are overshadowed by feelings of doubt, worry and, most of all, fear over what the future may hold.<br />
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If ever there was a time for believers to worry, it would have been when Christ was crucified. On several occasions, Jesus reassured His disciples that He was doing God's perfect will--even when things seemed unbearably bleak. He promised them their grief would turn to joy (John 16:20). But their faith faltered.<br />
After Jesus' death, the terrified disciples, certain they would meet the same fate as their Lord (John 20:19), went into hiding. Fear gripped their hearts, and their minds raced to make sense of all that had happened. They fogot Christ's words: "Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful" (John 14:27-28). <br />
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Some events in life seem to cause more pain than we can bear. For the disciples, the crucifixion was such an occasion. Instead of believing that Jesus would never leave them, the disciples were convinced He was gone forever. And with Him went their hopes for the future. But they were wrong: three days later the risen Savior stepped into their presence and proclaimed, "Peace be with you!" (John 20:19).<br />
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He is always at work--engineering the circumstances of your life to bring good from even the deepest loss. Whatever your situation, God is aware of it. And He has a plan in mind especially for you, just as He had a plan for the resurrection. Yes, there is good reason to trust Him!"<br />
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--by Dr. Charles StanleyJoyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-60005713341785012282011-04-05T14:09:00.000-05:002011-04-05T14:09:15.008-05:00Patrick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iXvSydSdEsBSVUeNY-W2f61yX8hqQxE-Iz6QWnSW4F3p8iyt1hS8gEE5O1rdMEEsSPekBApFCtlWZW7QRoa0Q3r4fOvL0L5l3EXNC5L924_OE30iTsyhpFIW4jg_rHyhCl8F-fFWQi8/s1600/DSC05719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iXvSydSdEsBSVUeNY-W2f61yX8hqQxE-Iz6QWnSW4F3p8iyt1hS8gEE5O1rdMEEsSPekBApFCtlWZW7QRoa0Q3r4fOvL0L5l3EXNC5L924_OE30iTsyhpFIW4jg_rHyhCl8F-fFWQi8/s320/DSC05719.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>This is Patrick. Apparently he is a friend of Sponge Bob's. Patrick came from Burger King in a kid's meal. And we don't know why Raegan is terrified of him. It all started the other night when I tried to give Peyton and Raegan a bath. Normally Raegan loves a bath and will quickly throw off her clothes in a mad dash to get in the tub as soon as possible. But on this particular night, she started pitching a fit and having a meltdown. I knew something was wrong with her and that it just wasn't bathtime rebellion. I scanned her body to see if she was hurt in any way but couldn't find anything wrong. I finally gave up. She went to bed dirty that night. It wasn't until the next day that Arnold somehow figured out that she was terrified of Patrick. And the reason she didn't want to take a bath that particular night was because he was standing on the side of the tub. It's so strange, funny, and fascinating what kids are afraid of. Peyton is scared of bugs now and any type of cartoon that she deems scary. Raegan is afraid of Patrick and the little train at the mall. I am afraid of/loathe/abhor roaches. What are you afraid of? Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5487398745520829814.post-39820206312018369132011-04-01T10:47:00.000-05:002011-04-01T10:47:45.936-05:00The Kids<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUtbyzya_rGHu6Er1yX3BtSc9DDaphyphenhyphenIOQA-fmZdDhoaoVmNwwhWeU2hkGoPLKFxYp_GsPZerQlvNu_acPyRiHLNpx6x0fqN7HUrVIvb41GUFyJ0c1jVnDXDmMWQAvRQSymj7NxcGbLY/s1600/DSC05709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUtbyzya_rGHu6Er1yX3BtSc9DDaphyphenhyphenIOQA-fmZdDhoaoVmNwwhWeU2hkGoPLKFxYp_GsPZerQlvNu_acPyRiHLNpx6x0fqN7HUrVIvb41GUFyJ0c1jVnDXDmMWQAvRQSymj7NxcGbLY/s320/DSC05709.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>You would think I didn't feed this poor little child. Look at her little bony arm. We went to the doctor the other day, we had not been in six months. I have to say that I was getting a little concerned about her weight. Yep, she's only 20 pounds. She's 19 months old, and in the 3% for weight. 10-25% for height. The doctor didn't seem very concerned though, saying, "Well, I'm not concerned because she's not off of the chart yet." That makes me feel better. There's not much we can do though, this child eats like a horse. She would drink a gallon of whole milk if I let her. She eats everything on her plate and is not picky. She's healthy though, and for that we're grateful. <br />
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This child pitched such a fit at the doctor's office because she was dying to have the doctor "look at her throat" that I finally begged the nurse to "just pretend look" at her throat. Peyton used to be a holy terror to take to the doctor. Now she's excited to go and begging to be looked at. What a change!<br />
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Did I mention that Peyton has been praying that "God would heal her broken heart"? We think she may have heard this from the 700 club that Arnold watched a few times. It's so hilarious because what in the world would Peyton have a broken heart for? The fact that she gets to play all day and has her parents' love and affection maybe? That little girl doesn't even know how good she has it! It's cute though.Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08546958949031406423noreply@blogger.com0