Cleanliness is next to Godliness

Every mother should have at least one child who feels this way about their room.

Way to go, Elise!!!

Peace

One day last week I had had a rough day.  Actually, just a few rough hours.  I can't seem to remember now what all the frustrations were--which probably says something about how unimportant they really were--but nevertheless, I was getting stressed out.  I think I needed to feed Paige who was getting fussy, Merry Grace woke up grumpy as all get-out from her nap, dinner was cooking, Ian was probably destroying somthing and things were just getting hectic.  Elise could tell things were getting out of hand and she went to her room and came back with something shiny in her hand and handed it to me.  A while back, she had collected the wrappers from a bag of Dove's Promise candy and saved them in her nightstand drawer.  I looked down to see this message on the wrapper: "Create peace for yourself."  What a sweet, funny girl she is!!!  She broke the tension of the moment by making me laugh and warmed my heart because it showed me that she loved me and wanted to help me feel better.  So I tried to do what the message said.  I even put it on the refrigerator to remind me to create peace for myself, because I need that reminder about 100 times a day. :)  

Peanut Butter

Can I just take a minute to say how much I love Peter Pan Honey-roasted peanut butter?  It is without a doubt the most tasty peanut butter ever made.  It is creamy with just the right amount of sweetness.  Yum, yum, yum!!!  I think I could eat the whole jar.  It is so good.  Maybe I'll go get a spoonful right now....

Tagged by my funny, smart, talented, and lovely cousin Lisa

8 Favorite TV shows:
1. The Closer
2. NCIS
3. 24
4. House
5. Bones
6. Good Morning America
7. Cold Case
8. Dancing with the Stars

8 Things I did Yesterday:
1. Help the kids decorate the house to welcome Cory back home from a business trip.  We strung yellow crepe paper all over the entire living room to make what the kids called "laser blades."
2. Went to get McDonalds and Applebees take out for dinner.  (I was tired of cooking. :))
3. Went for a walk in our neighborhood with the kids.  
4. Cleaned the house
5. Snuggled with my baby who is rapidly leaving the newborn phase behind and becoming an infant.
6. Ate chocolate candy left over from Halloween.  
7. Loaded up my four sleeping children into the van to go pick up Cory from the airport at 11:30. 
8. Wore mismatched socks all day because I couldn't find a match to save my life.

8 Things I look forward to
1. Christmas!
2. The weekend
3. My next meal. ( I LOVE food!!!!)
4. Snuggling with Cory at nighttime.
5. The Twilight movie
6. Kissing my kids wonderfully soft, sometimes chubby cheeks
7. Date night!!!
8. My next trip to Target. :)

8 Favorite Restaurants:
1. Applebees
2. The Village Tavern
3. This Chinese restaurant we always eat at, but I have no idea what the name is. 
4. Sonic
5. My Kitchen (my cousin, Lisa, wrote this but its true.  I enjoy cooking and eating what I cook. :))
6. My Grandma's kitchen (There's no place in the world like it.)
7. Tripps
8. Goobers

8 Things on my Wishlist:
1. A porch swing
2. Pay off all our bills
3. Finish my college degree (or at least go back to school for something I am interested in pursuing...)
4. Money to fix our house (its not terrible, but its older and could use some tlc to make it nicer--new bathrooms, "fancy" up the downstairs, new windows, curtains...)
5. A big family vacation, somewhere out of the ordinary.  (I love our smaller ones and the good family time, but I'd like to do something spectacular one time.)
6. A romantic get-away with my honey. :)
7. A lilac bush.
8. A big snow this winter.

8 People to Tag:
1. Amanda B.
2. Susan R.
3. Bonnie B.
4. Kathryn H.
5. Kory W.
6. Lynetta Y.
7. Melissa W.
8. Everyone else who reads my blog and I can't fit into number 8...

Passy-less

Merry Grace came up to me yesterday and was admiring my earrings. Then she said, "I want to get earrings like Mommy." My first reaction was to say, "Maybe when you're bigger." Then I got to thinking that maybe this could turn into something good for both of us. So I said to her, "You can get your ears pierced if you throw away all your passies." Wouldn't you know that she did just that?! Just picked them up and threw them away like they were gum wrappers. Then she spent the afternoon going through my jewelry, looking at all my earrings. So later that evening, after Cory got home, we took her to Wal-Mart and got her ears pierced!!! She was very excited and very brave. She did ask for her passy at bedtime, but got over it more quickly than I'd ever imagined she would. And today she hasn't even asked for it. I'm a little bit in shock over how easy the transition has been so far. So here is the little cutie showing off her new earrings. She's awfully proud. :)

One of these days

Maybe one of these days I'll get used to Ian's penchant for trouble.  One day last week, in preparation for Halloween, I was getting the kids' costumes together.  Ian decided to be a ghost, so I had a couple of white pillowcases out and about to put it together.  I had just come up from downstairs with a load of laundry and left the door to downstairs open.  (If you are my Grandmother, who constantly frets over the dangers of the stairs, even from a few hundred miles away, or my Mother-in-Law, who prays daily to protect the kids from the possible accident of falling down the stairs, stop reading now.)  I went into the kitchen to set up my costume making operation when I heard a scream followed by several loud bumps and bangs.  Instantly I knew Ian was falling down the stairs, but couldn't get to him fast enough to do anything about it.  At the time, I was scared to death and my knees were shaking like crazy.  But now that its been while and I know he was okay, I can see the situation in a little different light.  When I rounded the corner and saw Ian at the bottom of the stairs, I quickly saw what had happened.  Ian had put a white pillowcase over his head and was stumbling around the living room pretending to be a ghost.  But with no eye holes, he couldn't see where he was going and walked right off the landing at the top of the stairs.  Not only that, but the poor kid had his arms trapped at his side (inside the pillowcase, remember?) so he couldn't stop or catch himself.  Fortunately he didn't have anything worse than a bright purple bruise on his hip bone.  There is no doubt he is my child.  

Later that same day, Ian and Merry Grace were playing in my closet while I was out in my room folding clothes.  They love to hide behind my clothes, so I didn't think anything about it, until once again I heard a loud crash.  I ran into the closet and found Ian and Merry Grace lying on the closet floor on their backs, my lower closet rod and all the clothes hanging on it, smushed right on top of them, hangers jutting out every which way.  "What in the world?!" I said, to which Ian replied, "I was just doing a flip."  Good grief.  Too bad he didn't reccognize it for what it was, mistaking it for a gymnastics bar instead. :)

This past Sunday we went down to Cory's folks house for the day.  We pulled up to their house, only no one was home.  So the kids and I sat in the car while Cory tried to get inside.  Ian climbed into the front seat and was playing around like he always does.  All of a sudden I realized the car was moving forward.  It took me a second to figure out what had happened--it truly did shock me--and slammed the gearshift back into park...just as the car rolled into the brick side of their house.  Just then, Cory raised the garage door and saw the van touching the house.  Unbelievable.  Yep, Ian had put the car in drive and rolled us right into the house.  I guess the van wasn't any worse for wear, considering the other things that have happened to it and the house is fine.

So, maybe one day I'll get used to Ian's messes.  But it doesn't look like that day is coming anytime soon!!!

Cute kids

The other day Ian was snuggling in the bed with Cory and I.  Actually he and Cory were wrestling more than anything.  When things finally settled down, Ian was lying on Cory's arm but wiggled out to scoot over to me.  As he did, he said to Cory, "I need to lay with Mommy.  Your fur is making me too hot!"  Thinking about it still makes me laugh.  Granted, Cory is hairier than me--thank goodness--but certainly not as much as you'd think to hear Ian tell it.

This afternoon, baby Paige was playing on the floor.  She'd been laying there so contently and we'd all been talking to her and playing with her.  Merry Grace was down there, almost in her face, when Paige grabbed a hold of Merry Grace's passy--yes she still has one.  MG thought it was so cool and I played right along saying, "Isn't baby Paige amazing that she can get your passy?"  Merry Grace laughed and said, "She's a Super Power Ranger!!!"  You gotta love this family, where you can be a super power ranger just for getting someone else's passy!! :)

Conveniently Vegetarian

The other night I fixed some kind of chicken dish for dinner.  For the life of me, I can't remember what it was, but it really doesn't matter.  The kids first reaction to my cooking is rarely a positive one.  Sometimes they will change their opinion after tasting it, often not.  *Sigh*  So, as usual, when I was almost done preparing dinner, Elise came in to inspect the food.  After looking in the pots & pans, she looked at me and said, "I don't know if you know it, but I don't eat animals."  I did't know about this and told her so.  "Yes, " she said, "I don't eat food from animals, its pitiful."  Remembering what she'd had for lunch, I said, "Didn't you eat a hamburger for lunch?  That comes from a cow."  She thought for a moment and said, "Well, mainly I just don't eat chicken. "  Ah ha.  How convenient.  Where do they come up with this stuff?

Stubborn

Kids are stubborn when they want something.  I was reminded again today of just how much.  Merry Grace was super easy to potty train.  It was so easy, I'm not sure I can even take credit for it happening.  Then she suddenly decided she didn't want to poopy in the potty and reverted back to diapers, just to poopy.  It was a little annoying, but she would just bring me a diaper, do her business, and then I'd change it.  It was a pretty effective little system she had going.  I tried once just not putting the diaper on her when she asked, but after she didn't poop for 3 1/2 days I finally gave in.  Yesterday I decided to try again--I just flat-out refused to put the diaper on her.  Well, lo and behold, she poopied in the potty!!!  We cheered her on like we'd just found out she'd be the first woman to walk on the moon.  It had been a long-standing thing that as soon as she accomplised that little feat we'd take her out and buy her a baby doll.  So last night after dinner that is just what we did.  She picked a baby doll that cost $2.96 and a pair of Wal-Mart's Halloween crocs.  She was so excited and proud.  I was sure we were on to something good.  Wouldn't you know, here she comes today, walking up to me with a diaper, telling me she needs to poopy.  Once again, I wouldn't do it, thinking we'd end up with the same result as last time.  I was busy cleaning up the kitchen from lunch, when I heard Merry Grace yell "Mama" from the living room.  In response to my "What?", she answered, "I'm poopying in my diaper."  Sure enough, that little imp had managed to put her own diaper on and poop in it.  We had a nice little talk and I put away her new baby doll and crocs until she poopies on the potty again.  The next order of business is to hide her diapers so she can't pull that little move again.  But she's obviously quite determined, so I'm a little nervous about what stunt she may try next.  What a funny little girl!!!

The things they learn...

Somewhere or somehow, my sweet little girl learned a lovely little phrase--"Shake your booty."  I'm not sure where Merry Grace picked this up, but I'm fairly certain it wasn't from me.  Unfortunately she got the phrase wrong and instead of saying "shake your booty" she says "shake your boobies."  I'm not really sure I wanted her walking around saying the real phrase, much less her interpretation!!!  Having said that, I did have a pretty good chuckle the first time I saw her stick her little bum out and go, "Shake your boobies, shake your boobies..."  Now I just have to figure out where she picked up the phrase from--and give them a good smackdown!!!

My entrepreneur

It has probably been a year ago now, but we gave Elise our old digital camera.  It was the first one we ever bought and it is large, clunky, low mega-pixels and the like.  It works fine, but its not really that great.  Well, a friend of ours gave Elise a digital camer after Paige was born.  It is cute, comes with changeable face plates, is smooth and sleek and she LOVES it.  Naturally, her old one became even more of a dinosaur than it already was.  But one man's junk is another man's treasure, and wouldn't you know that Ian fell in love with that old camera.  Naturally, I thought Elise passing it down to Ian was a great idea, but she had other plans.  I caught wind of some negotiations, only to find out that Elise was going to sell the camera to Ian for a hefty price, especially for a 5 year old to purchase.  Then this morning Ian was walking around with this long eraser that he'd gotten from Elise.  As he was telling me about it, he mentioned buying it from Elise.  It turns out that a friend of Elise's at school had given her these two erasers and she came home and sold one to Ian for $5.00!!!!!  Ian has a change jar in his room where he saves money and a few weeks ago he put a $5.00 bill in there from Grandma Dee-Dee for his birthday.  He had taken that money and paid Elise for this eraser of hers.  Apparently she's a little entrepreneur.  So watch out.  If you want something of hers, you will probably have to pay her for it, or at least work out a trade.

Funny stuff

Last night Elise came up and gave me an enormous hug. She looked up at me and said, "Now that you aren't pregnant anymore, I can squeeze you really tight and not hurt you." I just smiled and told her that was exactly right. Then she said, "You aren't big at all anymore. Your tummy is little." Then she started speaking in that little voice like you're talking to a tiny baby or a puppy and said, "Yes, now you have a squishy tummy again." At this point she began squishing my tummy and in a sing-song voice saying, "Squishy, squishy tummy...It's so squishy!" I might have been frustrated if it weren't so true...or if I hadn't been laughing so hard.

While Cory & I were at the hospital having baby Paige, my parents had baby-sitting duty.  They took the kids out for an afternoon at the park.  At the lake at the park, they saw fish and turtles.  When they were telling me about it that night, I said, "I can't believe you saw turtles!!!  We've never seen them before when we've gone."  Elise said, "I think that's because when we usually go we throw rocks into the lake.  This time we threw pieces of bread.  I think the turtles like that better."  I'm pretty sure she's right. :)

The other night, it was getting close to bedtime and I said to Merry Grace, "Why don't you go put your pajamas on?"  She looked at me and with a toss of her head goes, "How 'bout No?!"  She's picking up on the sassiness much earlier than I expected.  But it was pretty funny.

Paige is not particularly funny at this point, but she is cute and sweet.   I finally have a baby who is an excellent sleeper.  Today, for example, she was asleep in her little bed.  I really wanted to vacuum the carpet, but was hesitant because she was sleeping.  But she's so used to being around noise (the older kids are always doing something loud), so I decided to try it and see how she'd do.  So I vacuumed the entire room and she never made a peep.  She did stir a little bit when I vacuumed up a bobby pin, but other than that she didn't even budge.  I've heard of people being able to do that but never believed it could actually happen to a child of mine. :)  

Paige has just been a wonderful addition to our family.  We all love her to pieces.  It's amazing how much fuller the house feels with just one more child.  So often I'm reminded of the line from the song "Remember When" by Alan Jackson: "Remeber when the sound of little feet, was the music we danced to week to week."  I feel like that line exactly describes what our life is like on a daily basis.  It's busy and its crazy, but I can't imagine it any other way.

Baby Pictures

Shannon White (who some of you know) took some beautiful pictures of Paige the other day. We enjoyed getting to hang out with her and her sweet babies a little bit. She was Ian's primary teacher for a while and was so good with his, *ahem*, enthusiasm. So we just love her for that. She is so talented and is able to capture all the sweet baby cuteness. Enjoy!!!

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Sweet Sisters

I took some pictures of Merry Grace loving on Paige today.  They are some cute, cute girls. :)

Paige really is not crying here, she's yawning.  Merry Grace loves kissing her.

Don't you just want to scoop them up and squeeze them?

More smooches...

Merry Grace is kissing her again, but she looks like she might be taking a nibble.  Even if she were, though, I couldn't blame her.  She really is cute enough to eat.

You gotta love these gals!!!

Welcome to the World

Okay, I know some people have been waiting for this post, so although its taken a few days, here I am. :)

Due to an ultrasound at 35 weeks that showed the possibility of a 9-10lb. baby, my doctor decided to induce at 39 weeks. Can I tell you how ecstatic I was? I have never, ever gone early and I was thrilled to go early this time. I kept hoping I would go on my own even earlier, but that was simply asking too much. So last Thursday morning we got up early, my parents arrived for baby-sitting duty and at 10:00 we got the word from the hospital to come on in. By 11:00 we were there, and by 12:00 I was hooked up to an IV. By 12:30 the doctor had checked me and broken my water (probably the most painful part of the day) and I was hooked up to pitocin. We spent the rest of the afternoon just waiting for bigger contractions, thinking any minute I would be far enough along to want an epidural. This process took quite a bit longer than we'd anticipated, mainly because of the low dosage of pitocin I was receiving. Finally I asked for the epidural (before I was feeling much pain, well, any real pain). It seemed that I was still feeling more contratctions than I ever had before, so after some checking and debating, I was given a new epidural, which worked wonders. Thank heavens for the epidural!!!! Anyway, since we were taking things slowly and it looked like it was going to be late before our little girl was born, my folks brought the kids by to see us before things really got going. It was so fun to see the kids and they really seemed to enjoy seeing us too. We sure missed them while we were in the hospital. They all got to climb up in the bed with me and snuggle for a minute and see all the cool contraptions, buttons and things that were all around me. After they left, it wasn't long before they finally said it was time to push. I was extremely numb from both epidurals, plus some pain medicine they'd given me in the time between deciding what to do about the ineffecutal first epidural. So I was having trouble feeling if my pushes were effective, but the nurse assured me it was fine. And within about 15 minutes or so, Logan Paige made her grand entrance into the world. She wasn't nearly the big baby that we thought she was going to be, weighing only 6lbs. 15oz. She's a cute, cute, cute baby. She's also so good with her eating and sleeping. Its still early, but we're cautiously optimistic that she's off to a good start. We're adjusting pretty well to a family of four kids. The older ones are totally in love with their new little sister. The biggest challenge we've had is having the kids take turns holding baby Paige. They all want to hold her all the time. It is very sweet. So basically, we're all healthy and happy and doing well. We're just enjoying the somewhat slower, quiter life that we get to enjoy for just a few weeks before "real" life kicks back in.

And could the post really be complete without a few picture of the newest addition to the family!!!

Holding my baby for the (almost) first time. She was wrapped up in so many blankets!!!! Oh, she is just so sweet!!!

The whole family. I think next time we might need to ask for a double bed. :)

The big sister with the little sister. Elise is so responsible. She is a GREAT help to me and to baby Paige. She's already proving to be a good baby-sittter.

And our little gentleman meets the newest girl he'll be looking out for for the next 20 years. He's so gentle and sweet with her. He loves to hug and kiss her.

And Merry Grace with her long-awaited little sister. She loves that baby and will hold her whether she's happy or fussy. It doesn't matter to her as long as she gets to love on her.

Elise is so good with Paige and loves her to pieces. We are so lucky we had Elise first. I don't know what we'd do without her.

Ian loves her too. He's fascinated by everything she does. He's also quite a bit gentler with her then he was with Merry Grace. I guess he really is getting older.

Yep, she's in love. And I mean in love. I think the feeling is mutual, though. :)

A couple of failures, two busted lips and general chaos

I had two incidents this week that convinced me of (at least) two things:  that I haven't learned everything I need to know about being a mother yet and that I can be one crabby pregnant woman.  One was a situation with Ian's continual learning process of wiping himself off.  First, instead of just pooping, wiping, and being done, he got shaving cream out of the shower and passed the time by squirting it all over everything in sight.  Then, once he finally got down to wiping he forgot to flush and stopped up the toilet well in advance of being done.  Ick.  I was frustrated enough at that point to overreact to the situation and fussed more than was needed.  So once we got everything straightened out, cleaned up and back on track, I had to do a little apologizing.  The second incident involved an empty bottle of body wash in the shower.  More than once I've found a brand new bottle of something, mysteriously empty after only one or two uses.  So when I saw this empty bottle in the shower, I jumped to conclusions and gave Elise a good "talkin' to", only to find out afterwards that I didn't have all the information and had to apologize again.  Just like the kids are still learning and growing, I'm still learning how to be a mom.  I've never done this before, so I make quite a few mistakes here and there.    But maybe I'm learning along the way. :)

Speaking of fabulous parenting, both Merry Grace and Ian busted their lips last night.  Merry Grace hit hers while all the kids were wrestling with Cory.  And Ian busted his while he was climbing on the mini-van.  Enough said, right?  They're both fine, thankfully.

And, just because I've been slack with posts and pictures, here are a few from the last little bit.

While my Dad, Cory and I worked on the Salsa from a little while back, my Mom entertained Merry Grace, who adores her "Gimmy".  Merry Grace helped them both look fancy by sharing her set of new hair clips with Grammy.  

"Goo" was also a good entertainer for the kids during the salsa making.  It sure is messy, but they LOVE playing with it.  And its a cheap easy thing for them to do.

My brothers came down and spent a couple of weeks with me this summer.  I'm surprised they wanted to put up with my crazy, grumpy, overboard-cleaning pregnant self, but they did.  And we had a lot of fun.  I don't have many pictures, but here is one of Logan.  He was a lot of fun and a good sport.  Without his masterful cleaning skills I don't where we would have been.  I suppose that stack of paper plates would still be on the top shelf.  (wink wink)  

We spent one last day at the beach this summer.  It was a wonderful, picture-perfect day and we all had a great time.  

Merry Grace is just as big a beach bum as the rest of us.

And Elise.   We found tons of those little sand critters, (we always call them sand fleas, but I'm not sure what the "official" name is) and had the best time playing with them.  That's what's great about the beach--simple entertainment.

I believe this shirt says it all.

Uncle Adam was lots of fun on the trampoline.  He's also the only one of my brothers who was interested in going to the beach with us.  I think that may be what earned him the title "favorite uncle". :)
Here's the whole fam: my parents, our little family, Ethan & his girlfriend Lois (who we adore), Adam and Logan.  Aren't we just too cute for words?

We may not be newlyweds anymore but we can still kiss. :)  And the other two lovebirds, well, they seem to be managing fine as well. :)

The sibs.  I love those guys!!!

Silly Suckers

We spent a day at the beach toward the end of the summer. On our way there, we stopped at a gas station and Cory bought the kids these lollipops. As if they weren't silly enough already. :)

Salsa

I have definitely needed to catch up on some of the late summer happenings. So here's a start. Last weekend, my brother was headed back out west to school and took off on an early morning flight. So once the rest of us recovered from the horrific hour and complete lack of sleep, we began canning salsa. Just for the record, I have never canned anything in my life. I've always been intimidated by the process, always thinking I would do something wrong and poison my entire family. A big part of that is just not knowing how to do it. And there really are quite a few rules. :) But my folks are really good at it, so my Dad agreed to give me the full tutorial and so we began on the salsa.
So here is my dad & I in the kitchen doing lots of prep work. Mainly I worked with blanching, peeling and cutting up the tomatoes. My dad used his mixer attachment to grind up all the ingredients.

Cory was a big help too, cutting up onions, peppers and cilantro. Obviously, canning is not a one person job. At least if that one person is me. :)

And here is the salsa simmering on the stove. YUMMMMMM!!!! When all was said and done, we ended up with 12 quarts of salsa, which as good as we love it, isn't nearly enough. But it was fun to all work together, the salsa is truly delicious (did I mention we were already down a quart?) and I learned a few things I didn't know before. I'd say it was a success! :)

Funnies

Well, I'm officially tired of being pregnant. I really don't like to complain about it because I'm grateful and blessed in so many ways. But I'm at the part where it really stinks. So there's my gripe for the day.

Speaking of pregnancy stuff, here are my funny stories from recently. We were cleaning up around the house one day and out of the blue Ian goes, "Mama, you're pretty fat, but I still love you." Then the other day at church Ian said, "What if baby Paige were growing in your knees instead of your tummy?" Then he just stopped and giggled as he thought about that. Then he said, "I'll bet your glad that she's not in your knees because they would just keep getting bigger and bigger and then everyone would laugh at you." I'd never ever thought about it before, but as uncomfortable as I am right now, I'm sure if she were in my knees it would be much worse. And yes, people might laugh at me. :) I also went to the store the other day with Cory and the lady who was ringing us up was asking about the pregnancy. Of course her first questions was "When are you due?" When I told her and she realized how much farther I had to go she said, in a surprised tone, "Oh....." and then she paused and then with some surprise mixed with realization said, "Oh my....." and finally again, this time with sympathy, "Oh." What can you say to that? Yes I'm pregnant, yes I'm huge, what can I do about it? But thanks for noticing!!!

Oh well, this happens every time. I'm a magnet for crazy comments. I guess I'm getting used to it. :)

Since this post has dealt quite a bit with Ian, I'll fill you in on a few of his antics. Did you know that if you poke a pop-tart with an ink pen it will make a perfect round hole in them? The pop-tart won't break in pieces, it will just be "holey". Did you know that if you try in on more than one pop-tart the same thing happens. No matter how many pop-tarts you poke, the same thing will happen. If you didn't know this, just ask Ian about it. He knows, because he tried it. And left is random pop-tarts laying around the house. Silly rascal. He also took apart the drains in the kitchen sink and then lost the pieces. We found the pieces for one of them, but somehow he managed to mess it up anyway and when we'd put it in the sink it would suction itself to the drain and we'd have to pry it out with a butter knife. And it didn't come up without a fight. He also used a whole thing of dental floss to booby-trap his room. It was wrapped from the bed to the rocking chair to the dresser, back to the bed, all over the dresser, over the closet and the nightstand, back to the dresser and over to the bed again. There was a lot of dental floss. A lot. It's just lucky that Cory and I found it. I just happened that Cory's parents were staying with us that night and Russell was supposed to be sleeping in Ian's room. I'm afraid the dental floss might have gotten the better of him.

They're little things, though, and I can laugh about them. I just wonder what in the world I'd do if there were more of him. :)

Thoughts on Marriage...from Elise

It has been a long day today for both Cory and I and tonight we are both worn out. A little bit ago, Cory came into the kitchen and gave me a big hug. We stood there for just a minute and Elise, sitting at the table sipping hot chocolate, said, "I hope when I get married I find a man as good as my Daddy."

That is one sweet girl, and one wonderful Daddy. All I can say to Elise's comment is "Amen".