Moving Day!

Just a quick post to say that the thoughts on my heart are going to have to wait. We got word Thursday night that we are closing on Tuesday. Since Chad has the weekend off we have to move today and come back and get the small stuff tomorrow! I will try to post next week after we get all set!

Be Still and Know!

The above picture shows our fun with playdough and my dining room table (that is a house, lake, swimming pool, swingset, hot tub and gazebo made by my hubby).

Well we are still in the process of moving. The closing date was supposed to be April 2nd now it is supposed to be Monday or Tuesday. We'll see. I am stuck in Limbo, I hate being stuck in limbo. We have no dining room table, love seat, chair, bed frames or box springs for the kids and no toys as we have already moved this stuff. It is very hard to have an organized meal with three kids with no table. I am a huge family meal person. Furthermore I am positive every meal should be eaten at a table in a civilized fashion. Chad has other opinions, so we eat pizza in the living room, the kids still eat at the table. All sense of order has slipped away. Daily routines gone, schedules out the window. Spaghetti dinner on the floor, come on now. That is just offensive. Did I mention our playdough has also moved without us? We play playdough at least once a day. How do families function without loads of playdough? Who knows. All of this is just talking about well, nothing.

I really wanted to say that over the last couple of weeks God has gently spoken to me and told me to be quiet more and listen to him speak. So this is what I've done. I haven't posted much as it is a form of blabbing. I have had to redefine who I am in Him and not in me. I can go for days with no real reflection. Maybe a small amount but not a huge portion. I will post more on this later. It is a cry for all of the women of the world working or not, mother or daughter. It is about who we are in God, who he created us to be for Him. I have been challenged on my thought process, the way I mother, the wife that I am, my joy and my peace. I have remembered things I have long though important and let go of. Not in my faith just in my daily routine, actually not much to do with faith at all just things that are "my job" or who I am. I will try to post each day on the things that God has laid on my heart.

P.S. Aid, if you are reading this where did you go? If you don't post soon I will be forced to call you.

Easter Pics

K went with her other family this year for Easter so we colored eggs last night and the Easter Bunny had came by morning. I thought I would post some pictures. By the way Tristin doesn't usually wear the same clothes two days in a row he fell asleep before I got to change him.

A Series of Comical Events!

Last night Chad came home with new license plates one for each of us. His reads BEG 6954, mine reads BEG 6969. Can you believe that it actually says that? Thank you state of Michigan.

Today I hauled Tristin and Bell to the doctors they both had rechecks and Bell had a check up as well. In the last three days T has had his blood drawn then an I.V. on top of feeling awful. I had the CBC report from Children's Hospital so I thought that would be enough. Well it turned out that he had to have it done again and Bell had to get three shots. So he is worked up about getting his finger poked then he saw his sister getting shots. He started crying for her and rolled right off the table in his nervous fit. Then we go outside and it's freezing I put him in through my door and tell him to crawl in the back (his seat was in the third row). I proceed to put Bell in and hold onto the stroller with one foot because it's so windy. I go to the back to put the stroller in, open the hatch and T rolls out of the car onto the ground. I just slightly broke his fall with my knee. Then in a panic I started yelling what are you doing, don't you ever get back there again, I told you to get into your seat. I then see other parents walking into the office looking at me in horror. This cracks me up. I take him to the side door escort him in and buckle him up. I go back to put the stroller away and see it rolling down the driveway and almost into Trenton Road. I am running and chasing and again cracking up. I get in the car and T's so proud of me you caught it Mommy way to go and so on. He kept going on and on about it.

It is always like this with my family. Calamity seems to seek us out. Does this happen to normal families? Who knows?