Wordless Wednesday

4 Limbs

It takes all 4, to hold the bottle.



Still purging and packing like a mad woman. We close tomorrow on the new house, and start painting/flooring/putting up a wall immediately. Busy, busy bees.

Meanwhile, my Blessing announced the other day, "I don't know why Daddy loves you." Humph.

A Nasty Day

We started off yesterday morning at 5 a.m. I woke up in a panic. Not sure exactly why. And that isn't very typical of me. I've lived in Arkansas almost my entire life, and I've not once gotten into a tub or hallway despite many, many, many tornado warnings. But, for whatever reason, a loud crash of thunder woke me with a jolt, and the lightening streaked so bright across the sky that I could see the trees outside our bedroom door bending over to touch the ground. The roar of the wind was almost as loud as the thunder, and before I could clear my brain from the half-asleep funk, I kicked my husband and said, "Get the kids" and jumped out of bed like a crazy woman. He obeyed. Which I now think is hilarious. No questions, no second guessing, he just jumped right up and ran out of the room. I grabbed the 2 that had already made it into our bed, some pillows, and we got in the hallway. After only a few minutes, with 6 children wide awake, giggling and raring to start their day, the wind already quieting, I was major regretting that decision. And my husband was reprimanding me (and making much fun) of my terrified state of mind. I took the teasing with a smile (or not), and felt pretty silly for being so rash. Come to find out, though... a tornado did indeed touch ground just 7 miles north of where we were. Momma's not so crazy after all.

School was cancelled for the day, and what do you do in the house with all these hyper, woke-up-too-early, can't go outside for the flooding, children? They really are creative. They cracked me up with this game:



For all of you who can't read or interpret children's writing.... that's "Beware Claws and Vicious Cat Den This Way". I should mention that when I saw the sign, our prissy little kitten was just underneath it. Faith was less than thrilled with my laughter. She said, "not THAT cat, Mom, the cats are in the den!" So I walked a little farther into one of the bedrooms that they had destroyed, er... um... ahem.... I mean created a wonderful den.




See all the kitty claws? The sound effects were fantastic, too. Lots of meowing, and maniacal type crying as they pretended to want to bite me to pieces. Thankfully that well built den held them back!

And then, when the arguing was more than I could take, we settled in for a movie and popcorn. A little later, after lunch, we all took a much needed nap. And the sun actually appeared in the afternoon.

She's 9

We have a new 9 year old in our house today. Yesterday, she was only 8. And according to her, she is much older today. There are so many things I love about this beautiful little girl who isn't so little anymore. This dynamite package is full of life. Whatever she does, she does it with every ounce of being she has, every bit of her heart, completely and passionately. There is not a doubt what she is feeling, she wears it very outwardly, and shares it with all the dramatic flare she thinks it deserves. She loves life, loves God, and loves people. Every. single. person. With all her heart. And don't dare doubt it. She laughs louder, loves harder, cries more dramatically, smiles more beautiful, hates more passionately, ever so sensitive, falls more often, has more mishaps, cares more genuinely, hurts cut her deeper, and gifts lift her higher ... than any other girl I know. We love her so much, and are blessed just to be a part of her life and to watch as God unfolds, teaches, and grows her right in front of our eyes. Happy Birthday, Sweetie!