the other day some a group of friends met at the park for a play date and Brooklyn was entertaining/entertained by, Rhonda's baby. She is one of the happiest babies I've ever known, and here's the proof:
She was still laughing after Brooklyn tried to check for teeth...
angel baby.
not mine.
Hers.
I don't know her. But I feel like I do. And I wish I really did (in a non-psycho, non-stalker kind of way).
Her survival story is a miracle. I find myself cheering her on and hoping and praying that she keeps getting stronger and healthier.
She's a living testament that every single one of us have a distinct purpose on this earth. I sure wonder if one of her many purposes is to uplift, inspire, and testify to the world....because she sure does it....through her blog.
reading her entries reminds me to get over myself.
i. love. it.
if you've never checked it out- you must. good stuff.
We have a ditch out in our front yard that our driveway lays over- so there's a pipe going underneath. And in this pipe lives a frog (or possibly a family of frogs...). The kids like to look for the frog(s), and sometimes they're able to catch it. That counts as a pet.
This is my conversation with Natalie as she came in the other day:
Natty: Can I have some string to use outside?
Me: Yep- it's in the drawer.
Natty: Thanks. (2 minutes later she comes back in...) We'll be right back. We're taking the frog for a walk.
Me: Huh??????
It's softball season and even as recently as 2 weeks ago, Natalie wasn't enjoying it. She really, really, really disliked it. BUT...now the games have started and (gratefully) she's decided the games are quite fun. I'd forgotten about all the "chattering" (heckling, taunting, etc.) that goes on, and it's kind of fun watching these girls cheering each other on. N is the smallest, youngest, and least-experienced, but she's catching on. The other day she got hit when she was up to bat, but her response was, "Huh....that wasn't so bad." (phew...)
The other day at the ballpark it was pretty cold, so I had the kids bundled up. 2 people on separate occasions remarked that this one looked like a baby gorilla...
...be that as it may, isn't she a *cute* gorilla???
And finally....just when I'm convinced that my children are literally incapable of being nice to each other, they prove me wrong...
And that's why I love them so much...
Six years ago...this little guy:
earned the nickname (or "knick-knack name" as he and Natty call it) Sweet Cheeks.
I wish there was such thing as Sense-o-rama for internet usage (note to self: invent that.) because this nickname didn't come about per chance. Dallin literally has the softest, sweetest smelling cheeks on the face of the planet. I could not stop kissing them when he was a baby....
And even now...
luckily, he still lets me smooch on them.
You know how, as parents, each child sort of manages to hold a special place in your heart for different reasons? Dallin is my only little boy. So I can say he's my favorite son with no reservations. In some ways, he is the stereotypical boy- he tends to play rough, even with his sisters.., he can display some impressive temper tantrums, he gravitates towards sports, cars, etc.. but he's also a softhearted little guy.
*When he was little and I'd sing I am a Child of God he used to cry. For a while I thought it was just because I'm such an atrocious singer, but when I'd sing other things he'd smile or sing along...plus, I noticed at church if they'd be singing it, he'd tear up and cry then as well.
*A lot of times when I lay down with him at bedtime, he'll be very quiet. But after about 5 minutes, he'll say something or ask me a question about something that had gone on earlier that day or even earlier in the week.
*When I go to see him at school he's unashamed and always runs up for a hug and kiss in front of all his friends, and is still anxious to hold my hand through the hallways. I'm sure that won't last forever, but since he just barely turned six, I'm just going to bask and revel in it....
Happy birthday Sweet Cheeks! We love you :)
actually it's more of html code tip. And the fact that *I'm* the one to pass on any code tips just about has me in doubled over laughing...but here goes...
To strike out a word so people can still read it, ie: I hate loathe grasshoppers...
you would type < s > before the word or sentence you want to strike out, and then type < /s > after the word or sentence.
But when you do those, type them altogether with no spaces between any of the symbols or letters. I just had to space them out so you could see the code.
Obviously I'm no professional, so I hope that makes sense?
11- I tend to be indecisive....I think. When I'm feeling positive, I look at it as "I like to see things from all sides"....when I'm feeling negative, I look at it as "Just when I think I've made up my mind, I change it." And unfortunately, I always announce when I've "made up my mind". Then I have to announce when I've changed it. And then again when I've changed it back.
Case in point: I'm not going private after all. Here's why:
In my last post, I said "...so until someone can explain to me how these people are finding my blog, I'm going private."
*Since then I've had 2 people explain to me why people from far off countries are finding my blog. And both explanations made sense.
*They (meaning: the strangers) haven't been back. (Which means a)they don't speak English or b)my blog is not of interest to them....shocking, I know. oops...sarcasm used.)
*Even if my blog was private, "they" could still access it because I used to use pics from Google Images. (I will no longer be doing that.....)
*I'm too tired to add all your addresses to make the blog private....
soooooooooo, I've erased all your comments so noone else can get your email addys and put them somewhere safe. so when if I change my mind AGAIN, I'll just add you and won't have to do another roll call.
sorry for the tease folks.....
