-761588.jpg)
-762730.jpg)
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Peace Tree
-768959.jpg)
-770985.jpg)
-772609.jpg)
-773927.jpg)
This last Thursday, Adam and the girls and I drove to Knoxville, Iowa, to check out the newly opened Peace Tree Brewing Company. Peace Tree is owned by a friend/fellow brewer of Adam's (Scott Ziller), his wife Megan, and a father of one of the two (though Adam would have to tell you which!). Brewer Joe Kesteloot brews the actual beer there.
Peace Tree is open on Thursday nights to the public, and we were able to be there this last Thursday. By the time we arrived, there were only four beers left on tap, and Adam sampled them while I had a very smooth and tasty stout (on nitro, no less). I also had a root beer, which was also quite good, and Julia munched on the pub snacks while drinking her milk.
Maybe it isn't the best place to take kids, but we still enjoyed it is a family night out. :)
You can "follow" Peace Tree Brewing Co a number of ways... Twitter, Facebook, or through their Website.
We had a good time, though, and we are now proud owners of Peace Tree shirts and pint glasses.
erin
Peace Tree is open on Thursday nights to the public, and we were able to be there this last Thursday. By the time we arrived, there were only four beers left on tap, and Adam sampled them while I had a very smooth and tasty stout (on nitro, no less). I also had a root beer, which was also quite good, and Julia munched on the pub snacks while drinking her milk.
Maybe it isn't the best place to take kids, but we still enjoyed it is a family night out. :)
You can "follow" Peace Tree Brewing Co a number of ways... Twitter, Facebook, or through their Website.
We had a good time, though, and we are now proud owners of Peace Tree shirts and pint glasses.
erin
Edit: Eating Crow
I felt the need to write an edit/update to this post. I got a little ahead of myself in hitting the Publish button.
I will own one of these someday in the next few years. I am sure of it. Nothing like eating one's own words.
What I didn't add was that I have been doing quite a bit of research lately on the best family vehicles for 3+ kids. True, we only have 2 right now and I am not pregnant or any such crazy thing, but I'm all about planning for the future.
While I never *wanted* to own a minivan, it is hard to deny how truly a "good" deal they are. For one, they cost about 1/2 as much as the large SUVs. (We considered an Expedition or Suburban for about 5 seconds until we saw the cost... um, $40,000? NO WAY.) For two, they have a lot more room than the crossovers that promise room for 7 people, but then, HELLO, WHERE DO YOU PUT THE LUGGAGE? Oh, yah. And they are still CHEAPER than crossovers.
Goodness knows I don't want to be a minivan-driving mom, but I am also not stupid. (Or I like to think I am not stupid.) After a bit of research, I will admit I have my heart set on a minivan... but not just ANY minivan. We WILL (barring any unforeseen reasons) be purchasing a 2007 or newer Toyota Sienna. That is the picture above... it is a Toyota Sienna. The reviews are amazing on them, I not longer feel tied to Ford products, and there is the actual TEST (and not just promise) of room for 7 PLUS LUGGAGE FOR 7. Um, cool!
So anyway... now that I know what we want, we have plenty of time to plan and save for one so that when/if #3 comes along or when the Escape conks out or when we are just plain sick of cramming all of our stuff into the Escape or when we go on our first REALLY LONG DRIVE as a family of 4 and Adam freaks out because he can't lay back and take a nap... well, then we can move to purchase the Sienna. Fun!
(If you are interested in reading the history of the idiom "Eating crow", Wikipedia provides an abundance of information here.)
Back to Work
This was a big week in our house.
Monday was my first day back to work after matenity leave and Raven's first day at daycare.
After a refreshing weekend where I was able to spend quite a bit of time hanging out with my quilting buddies and working on quilting projects at our retreat in Newton, Iowa, I was feeling pretty refreshed Sunday afternoon.
However, then I realized how "on sand" my emotions were; the kitchen sink and dishwasher backed up, some of our plumbing under the sink "exploded", and my whole world came tumbling down.
(Yes, I'm still working on being thankful per last week's post, and yes, I do realize that my life is pretty good and a lot of people have it a lot worse. However, sometimes emotions build up and they have nowhere to go but "out". So please refrain from commenting that my life is good and others have it worse or that I need to be thankful for the good things I have in life... I know that and I am. ;)
After trying a few things, Adam determined we needed a plumber. I called and left a message Sunday night.
Monday proved to be a pretty "good" day in terms of how things went... daycare drop off went well, the plumber called back and promised someone would be out today to look at things, and my doctor's checkup proved me to be fairly healthy. (And hey, I am down ANOTHER 5 lbs! Woohoo! That puts me below "pre-pregnancy" weight and one pound below where I was when I stepped off my "Diet Train" last winter when I found out I was pregnant.)
Raven did really well at daycare on Monday; I think it helps that she is a pretty laid-back baby and pretty much rolls with the flow as long as you kiss her and hug her and love her all over. Julia enjoyed daycare and liked having Raven there with her, and she promptly told anyone within hearing distance of her that there was in fact a "baby" at daycare that day and that it was her baby... about 500 times. (I really hope she starts saying "sister" or "Raven" soon... though I am pretty sure she DOES say "baby sis" from time to time.)
The plumber spent about an hour rooting around and was able to fix the plumbing under the sink and fix the backup issue too. By 4 pm I was able to start loads of dishes again, which was a serious relief. Especially when you realize it is *me* and I was nearly dying having loads and loads of dirty dishes on the counter and sink. Wouldn't you know I had made a meal Sunday night that seemed to use up half the dishes in my house and then I couldn't wash them...? Yuck.
Monday night Adam took Julia for a walk and we had Subway for dinner, since until 3 pm, we had no idea if/when our plumbing would be fixed and I wanted to reduce the number of dishes we would use for dinner... and well, a number of my pots and pans were dirty too. At any rate, we had fun eating subs off of paper plates Monday night, and then enjoyed a lot of good family time that involved Raven swinging and sleeping in the swing and Julia giggling and laughing and being chased around the house by Daddy. It was a good time.
OH. And yesterday? Yesterday Julia said a variation of "Daddy" twice. Crossing fingers that we might finally be moving on from everyone being called, "Mommy" or "Baby"...
Regarding work, I'm back to working with folks I love and have some work that is rather enjoyable as well. As much as it "hurts" to send the kids to daycare, for one, I know that they are truly loved and part of a family there; for two, I know that Julia loves the interaction and loves having little friends; and for three, I am enjoying the "normalcy" that comes from having a job and a schedule and a routine again.
I'm recovered from my gall bladder surgery finally as well. I still have a little tightness in my chest when I take deep breaths, but that comes from also having a cold that started only three days after my surgery. I don't have anymore pain, and my incisions are basically healed. (Though my doctor had to clip off some stitches that were poking out of my incision and keeping one side of my incision from really healing over nicely. That, and well, I asked him too because it was kind of grossing me out to have little threads poking out of my abdomen. Yuck.) I am finally off all extra medications and now am just on my regular vitamins and medications that I normally would be taking.
Also, thanks to nursing, I am losing weight. Yay! I saw a number on the scale this morning that I haven't seen since before I became pregnant with Julia, and that was a great sight to see! (The comments from people have been wonderful fun too... I'll admit it!) This next week I plan to start going back to the gym, which will be good for me physically and mentally... I always find that I have more energy for life when my body is feeling good too... and working out does that! No worries, though... I will know if I am overdoing it or if my home life is suffering for it and will back down when I need to back down... but otherwise, I'm looking forward to it.
That is life in a nutshell right now. The girls are at daycare again today and will be going M-W-F in the forseeable future. I am back to work at around 30 hours a week, which is nice and will be a nice break from not having worked/being paid for 6 weeks. It is hard to believe how quickly around the corner November is approaching, and soon Raven will be 2 months old and Julia will be 2 YEARS old. But, still trying to enjoy each day as it comes instead of focusing too much on the future... there are plans out there, but mostly it is a day-to-day thing around here.
I hope you all are having a good week! God bless!
erin
Monday was my first day back to work after matenity leave and Raven's first day at daycare.
After a refreshing weekend where I was able to spend quite a bit of time hanging out with my quilting buddies and working on quilting projects at our retreat in Newton, Iowa, I was feeling pretty refreshed Sunday afternoon.
However, then I realized how "on sand" my emotions were; the kitchen sink and dishwasher backed up, some of our plumbing under the sink "exploded", and my whole world came tumbling down.
(Yes, I'm still working on being thankful per last week's post, and yes, I do realize that my life is pretty good and a lot of people have it a lot worse. However, sometimes emotions build up and they have nowhere to go but "out". So please refrain from commenting that my life is good and others have it worse or that I need to be thankful for the good things I have in life... I know that and I am. ;)
After trying a few things, Adam determined we needed a plumber. I called and left a message Sunday night.
Monday proved to be a pretty "good" day in terms of how things went... daycare drop off went well, the plumber called back and promised someone would be out today to look at things, and my doctor's checkup proved me to be fairly healthy. (And hey, I am down ANOTHER 5 lbs! Woohoo! That puts me below "pre-pregnancy" weight and one pound below where I was when I stepped off my "Diet Train" last winter when I found out I was pregnant.)
Raven did really well at daycare on Monday; I think it helps that she is a pretty laid-back baby and pretty much rolls with the flow as long as you kiss her and hug her and love her all over. Julia enjoyed daycare and liked having Raven there with her, and she promptly told anyone within hearing distance of her that there was in fact a "baby" at daycare that day and that it was her baby... about 500 times. (I really hope she starts saying "sister" or "Raven" soon... though I am pretty sure she DOES say "baby sis" from time to time.)
The plumber spent about an hour rooting around and was able to fix the plumbing under the sink and fix the backup issue too. By 4 pm I was able to start loads of dishes again, which was a serious relief. Especially when you realize it is *me* and I was nearly dying having loads and loads of dirty dishes on the counter and sink. Wouldn't you know I had made a meal Sunday night that seemed to use up half the dishes in my house and then I couldn't wash them...? Yuck.
Monday night Adam took Julia for a walk and we had Subway for dinner, since until 3 pm, we had no idea if/when our plumbing would be fixed and I wanted to reduce the number of dishes we would use for dinner... and well, a number of my pots and pans were dirty too. At any rate, we had fun eating subs off of paper plates Monday night, and then enjoyed a lot of good family time that involved Raven swinging and sleeping in the swing and Julia giggling and laughing and being chased around the house by Daddy. It was a good time.
OH. And yesterday? Yesterday Julia said a variation of "Daddy" twice. Crossing fingers that we might finally be moving on from everyone being called, "Mommy" or "Baby"...
Regarding work, I'm back to working with folks I love and have some work that is rather enjoyable as well. As much as it "hurts" to send the kids to daycare, for one, I know that they are truly loved and part of a family there; for two, I know that Julia loves the interaction and loves having little friends; and for three, I am enjoying the "normalcy" that comes from having a job and a schedule and a routine again.
I'm recovered from my gall bladder surgery finally as well. I still have a little tightness in my chest when I take deep breaths, but that comes from also having a cold that started only three days after my surgery. I don't have anymore pain, and my incisions are basically healed. (Though my doctor had to clip off some stitches that were poking out of my incision and keeping one side of my incision from really healing over nicely. That, and well, I asked him too because it was kind of grossing me out to have little threads poking out of my abdomen. Yuck.) I am finally off all extra medications and now am just on my regular vitamins and medications that I normally would be taking.
Also, thanks to nursing, I am losing weight. Yay! I saw a number on the scale this morning that I haven't seen since before I became pregnant with Julia, and that was a great sight to see! (The comments from people have been wonderful fun too... I'll admit it!) This next week I plan to start going back to the gym, which will be good for me physically and mentally... I always find that I have more energy for life when my body is feeling good too... and working out does that! No worries, though... I will know if I am overdoing it or if my home life is suffering for it and will back down when I need to back down... but otherwise, I'm looking forward to it.
That is life in a nutshell right now. The girls are at daycare again today and will be going M-W-F in the forseeable future. I am back to work at around 30 hours a week, which is nice and will be a nice break from not having worked/being paid for 6 weeks. It is hard to believe how quickly around the corner November is approaching, and soon Raven will be 2 months old and Julia will be 2 YEARS old. But, still trying to enjoy each day as it comes instead of focusing too much on the future... there are plans out there, but mostly it is a day-to-day thing around here.
I hope you all are having a good week! God bless!
erin
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Eating Crow
I will own one of these someday in the next few years. I am sure of it. Nothing like eating one's own words.
(If you are interested in reading the history of the idiom "Eating crow", Wikipedia provides an abundance of information here.)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
O Praise Him!
After writing my blog post the other day about having a hard time praising God through the storms, I challenged myself to thank God for something every time something not-so-praise-worthy happened. After all, the only way to change one's attitude about something is to, well, work at changing it. So I told myself Monday after writing that post that at the very least, I could send up a little thanks now and again, and the best time to do that was when I was wanting to thank Him the least!
Yesterday was a relatively good day and I don't recall any not-so-good parts of it, and honestly, I don't remember lifting His name once. Shame, shame! It was a middle-of-the-road sort of day. So, I suppose it shouldn't be any surprise that today started out like it did... ha! If there ever was a day when I felt like I had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, this was it!
I set my alarm last night for 6:30 am this morning because I knew that I would need that time to get ready and get the kids ready to take Julia to daycare today. Raven and I feel asleep around 1 am last night, and I was grumbling a bit at the thought of having to wake up at least once to feed her in the night and then having to be up at 6:30 am... so little sleep, so little sleep, and I feel so sick still but, thank God for naps!
So... imagine my surprise when what woke me up after falling asleep last night was NOT Raven but Adam settling Julia back into bed around 6 am... what? I quickly pop up and check Raven's breathing... yes, she is still alive! Thank You, God, that Raven is still alive! And then, Oh My Goodness, she didn't wake up to eat? Is she okay? Yes, she appears to be okay. Whew. Thank you, God, for a baby that sleeps well and a husband that recognizes that his toddler shouldn't be awake for the day yet!
I drifted back to sleep, and as I was doing so, I realized that... Oh My Goodness, I can breathe through my nose... what? WHAT? I can breathe through my nose! I don't feel very sick! And I actually feel pretty good! Thank God for turning around how one feels in a matter of hours and giving that to me today!
But soon I heard Julia rousing again and it was only 6:30. After ignoring her for a good 10 minutes, I realized she wasn't going back to sleep. I decided it was time to get up anyway, and so I popped out of bed and checked on Julia. Sure enough, she was wide awake and playing with her dolls in her bed, and the main reason being that her pacifier had, at some point, escaped her mouth and found its way under her bed. I picked out clothes for her and Raven and started to get them dressed. However, now I was stressing a little bit. I was going to get up early so *I* could get ready... not so that I could spend my morning corralling my children... how was I going to get a shower now that Julia was awake and Raven was starting to perk up after realizing she hadn't eaten in a LONG time? How was I going to get Julia to daycare by 8 am?
Breathe, Erin. Breathe. Thank God that despite the fact that she only got 9.5 hours of sleep, Julia is in an amazing mood and is excited about getting dressed and the first thing she wants to do every morning is check on "baby" and even wants to walk down the stairs by herself this morning! Small victories! Yay!
Julia was a champ eating breakfast this morning (Thank you, God!) and Raven took right to nursing. I was still feeling a little overwhelmed and rushed, but who doesn't some mornings? The coffee pot was on and everyone was enjoying breakfast... even if I had to take a shower later, it was all going to be good and okay, right?
I heard a cute little popping noise coming from the kitchen but didn't think anything of it. I have an old house. I hear a lot of weird noises. Thank God for my wonderful little old house!
Julia wanted to watch a show... perfect! That would give me a little quiet time to at least brush my hair and get dressed... okay! I have no problem doing this with Julia by my side either, but something was telling me that listening to her saying, "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy" in a very annoying little toddler voice about 100 times while trying to find something to wear would send me over the edge... so, Thank You, God, for corralling my children for me!
I ran upstairs and did minimal maintenance. Then I realized that I couldn't smell coffee (though my brain wanted it... even decaf!) and I ran back downstairs... ARGH! I forgot to put water in the coffee maker! And, that cute little popping noise I heard? That was my coffee pot, which had sat on a hot burner empty for 20 minutes, BREAKING. I think my heart broke for half a second too. I wanted coffee! Where was I going to find that now? And I need a new coffee pot. Argh! Thank God for small businesses like Smokey Row which provides GREAT coffee for the likes of me and Thank God for good friends who *know* me... a very wonderful friend was thoughtful and had brought me a Smokey Row gift certificate when Raven was born... and there was still money on it! Yay!
The clock was inching its way towards 7:30 and I decided to throw caution to the wind and steal 10 minutes for myself to gather my wits about me and hop in the shower. Thank God for running and clean water! Thank God for my daughter's 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner to make my shower a little quicker! Thank God for an infant that can't go anywhere other than where I put her and a toddler who can relatively take care of herself for 10 minutes while I'm in the shower! Thank God, Thank God, Thank God!
I felt immensely better after that shower (again, Thank God for showers!), and I did Julia's hair, put on her coat and shoes, and put Raven in her car seat. With one little phrase ("Julia, we are going to see Lukie today!"), Julia was barreling down the sidewalk towards the car to go to the daycare lady's house (Thank God that my daughter has and loves her little friends!), and it was still well before 8 am. But... ACK, I realized I had left my windows open AGAIN on the car the night that it was supposed to rain... and sure enough, my butt was wet in an instant! Thank God for rain! Thank God for rain! How amazing is the earth He created and everything regarding it! Thank God for rain! And, God, please help me to remember to roll up my windows next time when I know it is going to rain!
Linda had a smile on her face and Julia was happy to be at daycare, and I felt immense relief. I left daycare with Raven and decided to get that coffee... yay for a Sweet Georgia Brown! And thank God for a short line and friendly and sympathetic baristas...!
Yesterday was a relatively good day and I don't recall any not-so-good parts of it, and honestly, I don't remember lifting His name once. Shame, shame! It was a middle-of-the-road sort of day. So, I suppose it shouldn't be any surprise that today started out like it did... ha! If there ever was a day when I felt like I had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, this was it!
I set my alarm last night for 6:30 am this morning because I knew that I would need that time to get ready and get the kids ready to take Julia to daycare today. Raven and I feel asleep around 1 am last night, and I was grumbling a bit at the thought of having to wake up at least once to feed her in the night and then having to be up at 6:30 am... so little sleep, so little sleep, and I feel so sick still but, thank God for naps!
So... imagine my surprise when what woke me up after falling asleep last night was NOT Raven but Adam settling Julia back into bed around 6 am... what? I quickly pop up and check Raven's breathing... yes, she is still alive! Thank You, God, that Raven is still alive! And then, Oh My Goodness, she didn't wake up to eat? Is she okay? Yes, she appears to be okay. Whew. Thank you, God, for a baby that sleeps well and a husband that recognizes that his toddler shouldn't be awake for the day yet!
I drifted back to sleep, and as I was doing so, I realized that... Oh My Goodness, I can breathe through my nose... what? WHAT? I can breathe through my nose! I don't feel very sick! And I actually feel pretty good! Thank God for turning around how one feels in a matter of hours and giving that to me today!
But soon I heard Julia rousing again and it was only 6:30. After ignoring her for a good 10 minutes, I realized she wasn't going back to sleep. I decided it was time to get up anyway, and so I popped out of bed and checked on Julia. Sure enough, she was wide awake and playing with her dolls in her bed, and the main reason being that her pacifier had, at some point, escaped her mouth and found its way under her bed. I picked out clothes for her and Raven and started to get them dressed. However, now I was stressing a little bit. I was going to get up early so *I* could get ready... not so that I could spend my morning corralling my children... how was I going to get a shower now that Julia was awake and Raven was starting to perk up after realizing she hadn't eaten in a LONG time? How was I going to get Julia to daycare by 8 am?
Breathe, Erin. Breathe. Thank God that despite the fact that she only got 9.5 hours of sleep, Julia is in an amazing mood and is excited about getting dressed and the first thing she wants to do every morning is check on "baby" and even wants to walk down the stairs by herself this morning! Small victories! Yay!
Julia was a champ eating breakfast this morning (Thank you, God!) and Raven took right to nursing. I was still feeling a little overwhelmed and rushed, but who doesn't some mornings? The coffee pot was on and everyone was enjoying breakfast... even if I had to take a shower later, it was all going to be good and okay, right?
I heard a cute little popping noise coming from the kitchen but didn't think anything of it. I have an old house. I hear a lot of weird noises. Thank God for my wonderful little old house!
Julia wanted to watch a show... perfect! That would give me a little quiet time to at least brush my hair and get dressed... okay! I have no problem doing this with Julia by my side either, but something was telling me that listening to her saying, "Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy" in a very annoying little toddler voice about 100 times while trying to find something to wear would send me over the edge... so, Thank You, God, for corralling my children for me!
I ran upstairs and did minimal maintenance. Then I realized that I couldn't smell coffee (though my brain wanted it... even decaf!) and I ran back downstairs... ARGH! I forgot to put water in the coffee maker! And, that cute little popping noise I heard? That was my coffee pot, which had sat on a hot burner empty for 20 minutes, BREAKING. I think my heart broke for half a second too. I wanted coffee! Where was I going to find that now? And I need a new coffee pot. Argh! Thank God for small businesses like Smokey Row which provides GREAT coffee for the likes of me and Thank God for good friends who *know* me... a very wonderful friend was thoughtful and had brought me a Smokey Row gift certificate when Raven was born... and there was still money on it! Yay!
The clock was inching its way towards 7:30 and I decided to throw caution to the wind and steal 10 minutes for myself to gather my wits about me and hop in the shower. Thank God for running and clean water! Thank God for my daughter's 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner to make my shower a little quicker! Thank God for an infant that can't go anywhere other than where I put her and a toddler who can relatively take care of herself for 10 minutes while I'm in the shower! Thank God, Thank God, Thank God!
I felt immensely better after that shower (again, Thank God for showers!), and I did Julia's hair, put on her coat and shoes, and put Raven in her car seat. With one little phrase ("Julia, we are going to see Lukie today!"), Julia was barreling down the sidewalk towards the car to go to the daycare lady's house (Thank God that my daughter has and loves her little friends!), and it was still well before 8 am. But... ACK, I realized I had left my windows open AGAIN on the car the night that it was supposed to rain... and sure enough, my butt was wet in an instant! Thank God for rain! Thank God for rain! How amazing is the earth He created and everything regarding it! Thank God for rain! And, God, please help me to remember to roll up my windows next time when I know it is going to rain!
Linda had a smile on her face and Julia was happy to be at daycare, and I felt immense relief. I left daycare with Raven and decided to get that coffee... yay for a Sweet Georgia Brown! And thank God for a short line and friendly and sympathetic baristas...!
As I pulled my car into our alley towards our garage, I kid you not, the song below came on the radio... and I sat there with the car running... singing and praising God, raising my voice to him, thanking Him for all that He is and has done... laughing and crying and realizing that today was going to be a BEAUTIFUL day! God, I know your timing is perfect and you orchestrated this morning for a purpose... and I thank You for doing that and showing me what that purpose is! Oh, yes, no matter what, it's going to be a WONDERFUL day!
O Praise Him (All This For A King) by The David Crowder Band
Turn your ear
To Heaven and hear
The noise inside
The sound of angels
The sound of angels' songs
And all this for a King
We could join and sing
"All to Christ the King!"
How constant
How divine
This song of ours will rise
Oh, how constant
How divine
This love of ours will rise
Will rise...
O praise Him!
O praise Him!
He is Holy!
He is Holy, yeah!
Turn your gaze
To Heaven and raise
A joyous noise
Oh, the sound of salvation come
The sound of rescued ones
And all this for a king
Angles join to sing
"All for Christ the King!"
Oh la la la la la...
O pra-ise Him!
O pra-ise Him!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!
How infinite and sweet
This love so rescuing
Oh how infinitely sweet
This great love that has redeemed
As one, we sing...
"Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!"
O pra-ise Him!
O pra-ise Him!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!
Oh, La la la la la la...
"Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!"
O pra-ise Him!
O pra-ise Him!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!
Oh la la la la la la...
O Praise Him (All This For A King) by The David Crowder Band
Turn your ear
To Heaven and hear
The noise inside
The sound of angels
The sound of angels' songs
And all this for a King
We could join and sing
"All to Christ the King!"
How constant
How divine
This song of ours will rise
Oh, how constant
How divine
This love of ours will rise
Will rise...
O praise Him!
O praise Him!
He is Holy!
He is Holy, yeah!
Turn your gaze
To Heaven and raise
A joyous noise
Oh, the sound of salvation come
The sound of rescued ones
And all this for a king
Angles join to sing
"All for Christ the King!"
Oh la la la la la...
O pra-ise Him!
O pra-ise Him!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!
How infinite and sweet
This love so rescuing
Oh how infinitely sweet
This great love that has redeemed
As one, we sing...
"Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!"
O pra-ise Him!
O pra-ise Him!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!
Oh, La la la la la la...
"Hallelujah!
Hallelujah!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!"
O pra-ise Him!
O pra-ise Him!
He is Ho-ly!
He is Ho-ly!
Oh la la la la la la...
(And oddly enough... this song provided a dual purpose this morning... I feel that God spoke to me through it twice... besides Praising and Thanking Him... I have been troubling over something for a while now and have been praying about it for the last few weeks and hearing this song today was another answer to prayer... I've been praying that God would help me to know what to do about this something, and the absolute instant that this song came on and I realized who sang it, the not-knowing-what-to-do burden was lifted from my heart and I had my answer... Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, God!)
Monday, October 19, 2009
Someone Hates Me
Really? Seriously?
A FEVER?
Ugh.
This last weekend I started noticing that the kids were a little congested, but I hoped and prayed that they weren't getting sick. Well, now here I am five days into recovering from my gall bladder surgery, and now Julia, Raven, and I all have colds. Sheesh. I hate to sound like a whiny baby, but seriously, I could use a little break. I am going back to work next Monday. I would really like to be healthy by then... like, FEEL good. Bodily. My abdomen and my head. Raven is also supposed to start daycare next week; I don't want her immune system weak upon entering a plethora of germs and I want her to have a good first day. Furthermore, I don't think I can mentally handle Raven's cold turning into RSV and landing us in the hospital. At the very least, I would cry. A lot.
I know that I should be praising God even through the storms, and believe me, I DO know He is good and He is there and that I am blessed. Julia is a sweetheart of a daughter AND sister... seriously, I couldn't ask for a better daughter in her. And Raven, God bless her, sleeps and eats so well (and poops really well too... ha!). My husband is a blessing to me and my family and especially today I am thanking God for him. I have a job, Adam has a job, we have wonderful and caring family and friends... I could go on and on. But, even still... it is hard not to be a little angry. And, I suppose... I can say, I am not THAT sick and Julia is still puttering around the house a million miles and hour and Raven seems to be handling her cold well and it could be A LOT worse... but still, there is that little being inside of me saying, "Why? Why NOW?"
I prayed about this a lot last night and have been on and off today... mostly, I am praying for peace through all of this no matter what it means. I am praying for strength to make it through no matter whether we are healthy tomorrow (a miracle!) or end up in the hospital (Please, God, No). And, I am praying for healing; I'm still recovering from my surgery and while I feel a ton better today than I did last week, I am still really sore and tire very quickly... and a cold on top of it... wow, I just want to curl up in bed and go to sleep (sounds good, but Adam is heading out for the night soon and Julia is a spitfire in the couple of hours before bed). If you have an extra prayer or two you would send up for our family, it would be appreciated!
Much love,
erin
A FEVER?
Ugh.
This last weekend I started noticing that the kids were a little congested, but I hoped and prayed that they weren't getting sick. Well, now here I am five days into recovering from my gall bladder surgery, and now Julia, Raven, and I all have colds. Sheesh. I hate to sound like a whiny baby, but seriously, I could use a little break. I am going back to work next Monday. I would really like to be healthy by then... like, FEEL good. Bodily. My abdomen and my head. Raven is also supposed to start daycare next week; I don't want her immune system weak upon entering a plethora of germs and I want her to have a good first day. Furthermore, I don't think I can mentally handle Raven's cold turning into RSV and landing us in the hospital. At the very least, I would cry. A lot.
I know that I should be praising God even through the storms, and believe me, I DO know He is good and He is there and that I am blessed. Julia is a sweetheart of a daughter AND sister... seriously, I couldn't ask for a better daughter in her. And Raven, God bless her, sleeps and eats so well (and poops really well too... ha!). My husband is a blessing to me and my family and especially today I am thanking God for him. I have a job, Adam has a job, we have wonderful and caring family and friends... I could go on and on. But, even still... it is hard not to be a little angry. And, I suppose... I can say, I am not THAT sick and Julia is still puttering around the house a million miles and hour and Raven seems to be handling her cold well and it could be A LOT worse... but still, there is that little being inside of me saying, "Why? Why NOW?"
I prayed about this a lot last night and have been on and off today... mostly, I am praying for peace through all of this no matter what it means. I am praying for strength to make it through no matter whether we are healthy tomorrow (a miracle!) or end up in the hospital (Please, God, No). And, I am praying for healing; I'm still recovering from my surgery and while I feel a ton better today than I did last week, I am still really sore and tire very quickly... and a cold on top of it... wow, I just want to curl up in bed and go to sleep (sounds good, but Adam is heading out for the night soon and Julia is a spitfire in the couple of hours before bed). If you have an extra prayer or two you would send up for our family, it would be appreciated!
Much love,
erin
-760031.jpg)
7
This picture of Adam and I was taken last Friday night on our "date night". We had dinner at Alohana Hawaiian Grill (a restaurant in Des Moines), watched Zombieland at Copper Creek, and had a shake (Oreo for him and Strawberry for me) at the 5 & Diner. What a fun night!
I Heart Target
-784940.jpg)
-786251.jpg)
-788124.jpg)
-790511.jpg)
-792272.jpg)
Since we don't live so close to a Target anymore, it's not often that I have a chance to peruse it, but I still love Target as much now as I did when we lived in Cedar Rapids. Recently we received a package from California Katie and Family that contained two Paul Frank rain hats for the girls... and Julia fell in love with them! When I was at Target this last week (a week ago today) with my mom, I found more Paul Frank items on the clothing rack, and I *had* to pick them up... $2.33? How could you not? At any rate, I had fun snapping a few pictures of the girls in their "matching" outfits today. :)
erin
erin
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)