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sorry for my lack of blogging as of late. 
i’ve missed it.
that’s for sure.
it’s been a wild, wild week.
but we are all 
(slowly), 
(but surely) 
getting back into the swing of things around here.

and i’ve got some fun new things planned for the blog this week.
just you wait.

and a happy, happy birthday to my mom
(which was yesterday)!

no smiles for L in this photo,
but i do love both of their eyes in this shot. 

my dad 
(who was just getting a cold) 
was standing outside the house and looking through the window 
since he didn’t want to infect anyone. 
it was a tad distracting to L 
who couldn’t quite figure out what was going on. 

676. fresh lime in my dr. pepper
677. fresh lemon juice that was soaked into my fingers
678. this unbelievably wonderful (hot) weather
679. a whole new day open to fun and adventures
670. this video

the littles and me.

it’s {embrace} the camera day!



it seemed only fitting to include a photo of L and me this week.

and surprisingly, the first two were taken by sweet K, 
who was actually being really sweet.


i am living out what my faith really means.
especially this week.
and as a sweet friend reminded me,
i am making an intentional choice to do this. 
an intentional choice to
resist fear
and to
resist worry.
and an intentional choice to hope in the Living God.

And we rejoice in the hope of the glory of God. 
Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, 
because we know that suffering produces perseverance; 
perseverance, character; and character, hope. 
And hope does not disappoint us, 
because God has poured out his love into our hearts 
by the Holy Spirit, whom he has given us.
Romans 5:2-5

671. bike rides
672. seeing seals while bike riding
673. the lovely weather
674. picnicking outside
675. get just enough done

the squirrel.

truly, truly,
i would not have been able to sleep 
these past few nights
without your prayers. 
i would have been watching little L 
on the video monitor
all
night
long.
but instead,
i have felt the Lord’s peace cover over me.

now, onto something a bit different…

K came running in from playing outside.
she was quite upset.
and it wasn’t because her hair was a mess.
she said that a squirrel stopped and looked at her.
“he thought i was his mother, but i wasn’t.”

she said he looked at her like this.
i think i would have been scared, too.

D tried his hand at making a squirrel face.

and L just thought they were both being ridiculous.

You hem me in–behind and before; 
you have laid your hand upon me.
Psalm 139:5

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666. B’s availability to watch the big kids today

667. something new for dinner
668. the ability my children have for making me laugh
669. hearing “this land is my land” sung from the big kids’ bedroom
(even though they should be asleep)
670. new music

ten on ten. january.

i’m participating in something new
(for me)
today.
it’s called
ten on ten.

the idea is to:
Take a photo every hour for ten consecutive hours on the tenth of each month. 
Document a day of your life and find beauty among the ordinary moments. 

the bathroom.
which needs to be cleaned.

fresh clementines.

Auntie B pushing the littles at the beach.
isn’t she nice?
yes, she is.

something’s gotta happen with that hair.

a paper snowflake D made.

playing the harmonica.

our memory verse.

working on my CBS lesson 
while snuggled up in my most favorite quilt.

the reflection of the beautiful tree in my laptop monitor.

laundry being folded on the table.
a sweet friend just told me that she does this. 
not only does my table have to be clean, 
but the clothes have to be put right away. 
i may have found the answer to my never ending laundry issues. 

ten on ten button

661. new sheets
(thanks, MK!)
662. hand picked cherries
663. fruit smoothies
664. a walk at the beach to clear my head
665. good days.
really good days

not a nightmare.

i thought it was a nightmare.
but it wasn’t.
it was, unfortunately, real.

on friday night, while L was asleep,
he had a grand mal seizure.
it was terrifying.

we immediately rushed L to the “hostable” (hospital) as K would say it,
where he was thoroughly examined by
doctor upon
doctor upon
doctor.


you see, with his diagnosis alone, he is more susceptible to seizures.
but after
test upon
test upon
test,
all the docs could come up with was that
this seizure looks to have been caused by just a cold.
just a cold.
Praise Jesus. 


and, we were released from the “hostable” merely five hours after arriving.
that is record breaking for our family.
record breaking.
Praise Jesus.

L is doing well and is nearly back to normal
from this little cold.
Praise Jesus.

and other than hanging out,
L has mastered a new trick (thanks to B):

touchdown!

and as Auntie B has reminded me
over and
over and
over again,
God has prepared me for this.
and i know exactly what to do.

instead of letting fear take over,
i cling to Him and His Word.

But he said to me, 
“My grace is sufficient for you, 
for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 
Therefore I will boast all the more gladly
about my weaknesses, 
so that Christ’s power may rest on me.
2 Corinthians 12:9

and when i do, 
His perfect peace 
covers over me 
like nothing i could ever experience without Him. 

we are on the other side of this seizure now.
and, the hardest thing about yesterday
was when i was trying to remove the sticky tape
left over from the heart monitors.
and do you know why this was so hard?
well you see, because as i was wiping it off of L,
it was tickling him.
and he couldn’t stop laughing.
Praise Jesus.

i continue to be so comforted by the words in Jesus Calling.
i feel as though He is speaking directly to me.
directly.

656. my weakness
657. great doctors
658. a greater God
659. being home as a family
660. sweet little L who continues to strengthen our faith

being grateful.

today, i’m following suit with 
my sweet friend’s blog for 
grateful heart friday.

i’m grateful that when 
talking about Jesus while we were in the car, 
D responded with
“tell me more”
over and over again.

i’m grateful for L’s never ending giggles.

i’m grateful for spontaneous playdates.

i’m so very grateful for 
my sister’s cheerful willingness
to work on helping me with 
my endless graphic design needs.

i’m grateful for bike rides in the sunshine.

i’m grateful for the Truth that we study at CBS.

i’m grateful that i’ve realized 
that when i am feeling overwhelmed by life 
(all the time)
if i just take it task-by-task 
instead of being paralyzed by the big picture,
things get done. 
a lot of things.

i’m grateful that my kids never fail to make me laugh.
even when they mysteriously find a ball point pen
and draw on their faces.
and especially when they 
accidently,
somehow
make half of a mustache.


He tends his flock like a shepherd:
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart; 
he gently leads those that have young.
Isaiah 40:11

651. fake mustaches
652. great reminders to be grateful
653. the way the sunlight shines through our house in the afternoons
654. already knowing what i will be serving for dinner tonight 
and tomorrow night and 
the night after that
655. catching up with a dear friend from college

someone new.

it’s {embrace} the camera day!

we have someone new to introduce you to.


isn’t he cute?
his name?
undecided at this point.
my vote?
mud puddles

K’s vote?

Bella bag.
right…

my mom’s dog’s name is Bella 
and she has a little bag for her real dog to go in.
this little pup came with his own carrying case, 
so that is why i think K wants to name him Bella bag. 

i still think the name mud puddles is cuter.


K says that i am his grandmother.
thank you?

646. wireless printing
647. leftovers for lunch
648. a little helper who wants to clean the house with me
649. CBS starting back up
650. date night!

just follow the frog.

i was looking for D the other day.
but then i realized that all i need to do was
just follow the frog.


sure enough, D was outside 
and had halphazardly dropped the frog on his way out. 


he got this real-looking frog for Christmas from a neighbor.
i have been trying to convince B that we need to throw it away
because it 
looks and feels
too real.
it’s really gross.
i promise.
the frog is squishy and almost feels wet.
and if you step on it accidentally,
you are convinced that you actually stepped on a real frog.
that is somehow in your house. 
don’t even get me started…

the other day, it even fell out of the Christmas tree.
i was convinced it was something living,
coming out to attack us.


and just yesterday, 
B placed it on top of the fridge 
so that when i opened the door, the frog came with it. 
you bet i screamed.


he has since 
promised
to never, ever do that again.

but i guess that’s just one of the things that 
little boys 
(and big ones)
are made of.

641. the joys that boys get from gross things
642. soaking up the Truth
643. parades and football games
644. the generosity of others
645. calmness
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