tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90126803980230639022008-06-26T10:59:34.177-07:00The Hodge PodgeMandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-79632954762156699162008-05-25T21:07:00.001-07:002008-05-25T21:16:17.987-07:00It's a girl!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/SDo5LMS9z1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/PUDiHUlRkSY/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/SDo5LMS9z1I/AAAAAAAAAIY/PUDiHUlRkSY/s400/088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204535183822147410" border="0" /></a> Alison Nichole Hodge<br />7lb 10oz 20" long<br />May 23rd 4:44amMandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-35776970326749027472008-05-13T09:02:00.000-07:002008-05-13T09:07:23.407-07:00My HeroFor the last couple weeks we have had a suicidal bird intentionally running into our bedroom window over and over in the mornings. It would arrive between about 5:30 to about 8. You could even stand in the window and it would still sit on the gutter and then fly into the window repeatedly for a couple hours. Really annoying. Especially on the days he would show up at 5:30 on a Saturday.<br /> So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jerek</span> went and bought pellet gun and took care of it this morning. Oh happy day! Now I can sleep again. Or at least attempt to sleep since that is hard to do anyway lately.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-30210443248474059562008-04-02T15:40:00.001-07:002008-04-02T15:44:00.635-07:00Birthday from the darksideSo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jeshua</span> wanted a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Star wars</span> cake this year. More <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">specifically</span> the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">death star</span>. Here is what I came up with.<br />I have to say it turned out better than I expected.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R_QL1joMKKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/If0qH7dbZXs/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R_QL1joMKKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/If0qH7dbZXs/s400/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782085735065762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R_QL1zoMKLI/AAAAAAAAAII/vARWR27U7pE/s1600-h/042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R_QL1zoMKLI/AAAAAAAAAII/vARWR27U7pE/s400/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782090030033074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R_QL2DoMKMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XhXgLz_UGv0/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R_QL2DoMKMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XhXgLz_UGv0/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184782094325000386" border="0" /></a>I will be posting pictures of the party yet to come in a few days.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-6226849857933230142008-03-24T14:53:00.000-07:002008-03-24T14:59:59.347-07:00EasterI am finally posting some pictures of the kids. Sorry it took so long.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R-gjMjoMKII/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ir2U-KNyHG0/s1600-h/jan+2008+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R-gjMjoMKII/AAAAAAAAAHw/Ir2U-KNyHG0/s400/jan+2008+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181430069918967938" border="0" /></a>Here they are with the Easter baskets. I had to take the picture fast before Tait started tearing into his. Jeshua doesn't like smiling for pictures lately.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R-gjNDoMKJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wy-uc0Zd-1A/s1600-h/jan+2008+016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R-gjNDoMKJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/wy-uc0Zd-1A/s400/jan+2008+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181430078508902546" border="0" /></a> This is what my boys look like when their hair is actually combed and they are wearing nice, clean clothes that don't have holes in the knees. They clean up pretty well I think.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-44060895701443422842008-02-14T09:53:00.000-08:002008-02-15T09:10:02.508-08:00Happy Valentines Day.Here is a lesson in sweet talking for all you guys out there. Being cute and fuzzy doesn't hurt either. ;)<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ubyv-qdbupA">happy valentine's day!</a>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-26036363041996075182008-02-12T21:12:00.001-08:002008-02-12T21:21:42.446-08:00No,No Touch! HOT!Tait has ,hopefully, learned a valuable lesson.Last night as I was getting dinner ready, I turned on the oven to preheat before I put in a chicken pot pie. Then I went downstairs to do a load of laundry while the oven heated up. While I was doing that Tait started crying so I went to go check it out. He was standing in the livingroom holding out his left hand. I asked the other boys what happened, but they were heavily absorbed in watching a movie and had no idea. I looked at Tait's hand and it had dark brown scorch looking marks on his fingers on the palm side. I went to the kitchen to get some ice and I noticed the oven door was hanging open. I know I didn't leave it like that so Tait must have opened it and tried to grab something inside. I ended up having to take him to the urgent care and they bandaged him up and gave me a prescription for silver sulfa-something that I have to put on everyday and keep it bandaged at all times. He seems not to mind it too much yet, but I have the feeling it may get on his nerves after a few days.<br /> Be prepared for pictures as soon as I get around to taking some.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-48386765219273708352008-02-04T10:12:00.000-08:002008-02-04T10:17:28.148-08:00Remodel update<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R6dWhsa63vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BW2Wm_VgEmo/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R6dWhsa63vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BW2Wm_VgEmo/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163190634663304946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R6dWiMa63wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bZ05-T72vws/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R6dWiMa63wI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bZ05-T72vws/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163190643253239554" border="0" /></a><br />Here is the most recent development of our remodel project. Let me tell you the crown molding kicked our butts! Jerek measured and we cut it exactly but when we got it up to the top of the ceiling the corners just didn't match.if we held it against the wall lower down it was fine, but it just didn't fit against the ceiling. I am starting to think you can fix anything with a big box of joint compound though.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-78534057622041164452008-01-21T09:53:00.000-08:002008-01-21T10:18:33.608-08:00Cookie on a stick and asbestos floor tiles.We took a trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ikea</span> Saturday to look at some furniture and some laminate flooring.I have never seen a store so packed with people! We had to drive around the parking lot for about 20 minutes just to find a parking spot. We finally found one back by the freight doors. We are doing some remodeling around here to make room for our next addition.<br /> As we pulled up the carpet we decided the vinyl tiles underneath look ancient. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jerek</span> looked online and they appear to be asbestos tiles. Fun! So we are going with plan B and we will lay the laminate over the vinyl instead of ripping it out first. Here is a picture of our progress so far.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R5TgUXv8X1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eM6I0Gzk7z0/s1600-h/downstairs+remodel+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R5TgUXv8X1I/AAAAAAAAAGY/eM6I0Gzk7z0/s400/downstairs+remodel+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157994113823170386" border="0" /></a><br />After our shopping the kids were starving so we went to Shari's just down the road. Kids eat free on Saturdays! They give these huge cookies on a stick to the kids with their kid's meal. Tait <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thoroughly</span> enjoyed his as you can see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R5TcYHv8X0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pRbSdXVT1GA/s1600-h/tait%27s+cookie+on+a+stick.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R5TcYHv8X0I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pRbSdXVT1GA/s400/tait%27s+cookie+on+a+stick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157989780201168706" border="0" /></a>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-49936085598773387692008-01-11T11:22:00.000-08:002008-01-11T11:34:35.056-08:00We're having a......Healthy baby! Sorry, couldn't resist teasing all you who wanted us to find out the sex of our baby.<br />We didn't, but I do have some sonogram pics to share.<br />They are a little low quality as I don't have a scanner. I took a picture of each of these with my camera them loaded them on to my computer.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fCfHv8XvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NempMugTMXg/s1600-h/jan+2008+054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fCfHv8XvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NempMugTMXg/s400/jan+2008+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154302138460692210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fCyHv8XwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RsOeXNkPV30/s1600-h/jan+2008+055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fCyHv8XwI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RsOeXNkPV30/s400/jan+2008+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154302464878206722" border="0" /></a> These are of the profile looking at the side of the baby's face.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fDJnv8XyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wb55PYoT810/s1600-h/jan+2008+057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fDJnv8XyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Wb55PYoT810/s400/jan+2008+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154302868605132578" border="0" /></a>This is the baby's foot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fDiHv8XzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zn1haLyLSbs/s1600-h/jan+2008+058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R4fDiHv8XzI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Zn1haLyLSbs/s400/jan+2008+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154303289511927602" border="0" /></a> This is a head-on look at the face.<br />Everything looks right on and the baby is perfectly healthy. They did bump up my due date by a week so it is now June 7 instead of May 31. It is a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointing</span> to be back a week but I am sure I will survive.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-49727725884467742372007-11-30T10:11:00.001-08:002007-11-30T10:19:01.027-08:00Catching up.Here are some random pictures of what I have missed over the last weeks of not blogging. I have been too tired and busy to get to it sooner.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BS-IcPIBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oAFS-T8l8AE/s1600-R/tait+looks+like+daddy+042.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BS-IcPIBI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OXvgiA95K7Q/s400/tait+looks+like+daddy+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138698402201018386" border="0" /></a>This is all the Hodge cousins on Nana's couch. This was taken over Thanksgiving weekend.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BS14cPIAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ATUP2WD7VxA/s1600-R/tait+looks+like+daddy+034.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BS14cPIAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WVNcH-2dBc8/s400/tait+looks+like+daddy+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138698260467097602" border="0" /></a><br />This is the birthday cake I made for Hayden's birthday party.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BStIcPH_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DArdyuNeafw/s1600-R/tait+looks+like+daddy+018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BStIcPH_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/nQgTOjCaQFw/s400/tait+looks+like+daddy+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138698110143242226" border="0" /></a>Tait was loving the swings at the pumpkin patch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BSjYcPH-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/WWNZ9yChCIk/s1600-R/tait+looks+like+daddy+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/R1BSjYcPH-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/vTLII32Wbtw/s400/tait+looks+like+daddy+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138697942639517666" border="0" /></a>The boys with their friend at the pumpkin patch.<br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/jerek%20email/Desktop/tait%20looks%20like%20daddy%20042.JPG" alt="" />Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-5085227949627005072007-10-11T11:39:00.000-07:002007-10-11T11:40:28.438-07:00Here we go again...I think the ticker at the top of the blog says it all.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-36606088695281405462007-09-19T15:00:00.000-07:002007-09-19T15:04:29.424-07:00Yarrrrr, and all that....As it is National Talk Like A Pirate Day, I will take the time to promote an RPG game that we play online called YoHoHo Puzzle Pirates. It is really fun and combines a lot of little puzzle games into an RPG where you play a pirate. You can join a crew, go pillaging on ships, hunt for sea monsters in atlantis and even buy houses, pets and clothing to customize your pirate. If you check it out, look for Rustinsmommy. That's me. =)<br /><br /> <a href="http://www.puzzlepirates.com/">www.puzzlepirates.com</a>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-11793294081802671692007-08-22T14:40:00.000-07:002007-08-22T14:50:06.785-07:00My New Friend<div>So I stepped outside to get the mail today and I saw this.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101643755272784674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/Rsyt9zufyyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/zfwZzw5JdUw/s400/spidey+friend.JPG" border="0" /> This spider is probably about 3/4" to an inch across not counting the legs! I hate spiders but I think this one has lived her a while without bothering me. We also have hobo spiders around here. Hopefully this one eats them.<br /><p>And to counter the ugly, here is a picture of cuteness. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101644816129706802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/Rsyu7jufyzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/or2jR256spA/s400/tait+and+karsten+in+the+tub+aug+07+001.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>My Grandma passed away last week so my sister came up for the funeral. She and her little boy stayed with us for a few days. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Karsten</span> is almost 2 so he and Tait had fun playing together.<br /><br /></p><br /><p></p>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-76178701513997974952007-08-03T10:41:00.000-07:002007-08-03T10:59:28.798-07:00County FairWe went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fair</span> last weekend and I never got around to posting pictures from it. Here they are now.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533566532787058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrSWl9m3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/U4sZ7s8Aq7Q/s400/july+2007+016.JPG" border="0" /><br /> I don't know why Rustin isn't in this picture. He must have been on a ride.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrS2l9m4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BcmhDgZ38D4/s1600-h/july+2007+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533575122721666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrS2l9m4I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BcmhDgZ38D4/s400/july+2007+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the barrel of monkeys at the end of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">funhouse</span> ride.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrTGl9m5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6LLSSkORV-M/s1600-h/july+2007+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533579417688978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrTGl9m5I/AAAAAAAAAEM/6LLSSkORV-M/s400/july+2007+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Beep Beep! They loved these cars and the little button that was the horn.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrTml9m6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9LB7NBMAPpY/s1600-h/july+2007+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533588007623586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrTml9m6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/9LB7NBMAPpY/s400/july+2007+034.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">MMMM</span>! Tait gets the leftover cotton candy. I was surprised the kids didn't really love the cotton candy. In fact <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jeshua</span> hated it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrT2l9m7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gG2B1pP5c_k/s1600-h/july+2007+036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094533592302590898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNrT2l9m7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gG2B1pP5c_k/s400/july+2007+036.JPG" border="0" /></a> Post cotton candy stickiness.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-86855689435937734832007-08-03T10:35:00.001-07:002007-08-03T10:41:21.347-07:00Welcome To The World, Kyler!<div>So My sister-in-law had her baby yesterday. He is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sooo</span> cute! He looks a lot like his mom. He joins an older brother and 7 cousins who are all boys. Someone in this family needs to have a girl!</div><br /><div>Here are some pictures of when we went to see him last night.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094529932990454626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNn-2l9m2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/c_VIszNNTmc/s400/july+2007+040.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>The boys were excited to see their new cousin, but the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tv</span> next door was more interesting than holding the baby.</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094529920105552722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RrNn-Gl9m1I/AAAAAAAAADs/HiGJcMklX2w/s400/july+2007+039.JPG" border="0" /></p><p> I got to hold him for a long time. And no, I don't have baby fever now! =p</p>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-20396030318286266252007-07-10T14:36:00.001-07:002007-07-10T14:39:21.157-07:00Visible Grace Garage Sale<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpP8LMjZShI/AAAAAAAAADk/E6DXwCvG6yM/s1600-h/visible+grace"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085685673509866002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpP8LMjZShI/AAAAAAAAADk/E6DXwCvG6yM/s400/visible+grace" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpP8A8jZSgI/AAAAAAAAADc/qerPv5Caw0g/s1600-h/visible+grace"></a>My friend is heading this up and wants us to invite anyone and everyone to come. So, come shop for a good cause!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-80683128484404473772007-07-09T13:57:00.000-07:002007-07-09T14:14:34.001-07:004th of JulyHere are some pictures from the 4th. I was going to take some of the fireworks and forgot so you just get one of the kids playing in the sprinkler and watching the parade.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085306792969849314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpKjlcjZSeI/AAAAAAAAADM/hZvqAzLC93g/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /> Tait loves the water!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085306805854751218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpKjmMjZSfI/AAAAAAAAADU/eEu_5ho1tt8/s320/4.JPG" border="0" /> Hayden loves the candy.<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085305384220576194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpKiTcjZScI/AAAAAAAAAC8/H-GGj-xe9wk/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></div></div> Here is Hayden and Jeshua running threw the sprinkler.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085305431465216466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RpKiWMjZSdI/AAAAAAAAADE/RDDv5b48SlI/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /><br /> And this is the water balloon fight. It was so hot everyone was glad to get soaked.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-26462641340085319082007-06-18T12:09:00.000-07:002007-06-18T12:30:41.867-07:00Yay My Pictures Work Again!I haven't been blogging much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lately</span> as I like to add pictures and I couldn't get my pictures to download to my computer. Well I finally fixed the problem so now I can post things again.<br />And by special request from Ashby I will tell you about the trip we took to see my sister.<br />It was really fun to be able to hang out with my sister and her family. She has a little boy, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Karsten</span>, who is about 1 1/2 and he is so cute! I got to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">huggle</span> him all week so I didn't have to miss my kids too much.<br />We went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">jellybelly</span> factory while we were there. It was really fun to see how they make the jellybeans. And it smelled so good when we walked in . They make you wear paper hats for the tour which you can see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jerek</span> loved wearing.<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077485824047207602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/RnbadI5qVLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aZzb1LI_dPg/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" />And here is the picture spot with Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jellybelly</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Karsten</span> was afraid Mr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jellybelly</span> and wouldn't sit for a picture.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077486373803021506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fIdNL8ws38Q/Rnba9I5qVMI/AAAAAAAAACY/loFqU4PJ3ZU/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>The best part of the tour was the FREE SAMPLES! We bought some called belly flops that are the ones that are not the right shape and such. They came in a 2 pound bag. We bought 2 bags and we ended up eating them all before the week was up. That's right 4 pounds of jellybeans in about 4 days.</p><p>So...Yeah... that was out trip.</p><br /><p></p>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-91216497425563989982007-05-15T15:09:00.000-07:002007-05-15T15:28:27.523-07:00You're only as old as you feelSo my birthday is tomorrow. I will be 28. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jerek</span> has reminded me that I am only 2 years from 30. I have thought about my age a bit recently and I think I am a bit stuck at like 21-23. I find my self talking about people we know 20-23<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ish</span> and saying they are my age, which <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jerek</span> is sure to correct me of. =) I actually <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> have any problems with getting older.I don't mind at all that i am getting close to 30. Besides, who decided 30 was a bad age? The closer I get to it the younger it seems. When I think of myself, I never think of my age as a number.<br />I remember laughing as a kid how my mom had to think for a while to remember her own age. At the age of 13 you NEVER forget your age.<br />I was accused the other day of wearing a shirt that is too young for me and it got me to thinking about this. I don't want to be one of those people who you see and think, "It looks like she borrowed her daughters clothes" even though I have no daughters <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">he he</span>.<br />I am often faced with the same argument in my head( yes I do talk to myself) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">every time</span> I buy clothes. I am not ready to wear mom jeans and those classic never goes out of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">style</span> tops. I love the fashionable things that will go out of style in a couple years, but when are you too old to shop in the junior section? They have such cute clothes there, but am I too old? Why do stores have either juniors or the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">women's</span> section with a vast difference in the styles? We have young or boring. Laugh if you want but this is an important issue! =)<br />Also when are you too old to wear 2 braids in your hair or pigtails? That is a whole other subject in itself.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-2320754303063153702007-05-01T13:18:00.000-07:002007-05-01T13:20:27.599-07:00Still SickAfter almost almost a week of health we are sick again. Jerek had a stomache bug yesterday and a sore throat and cough has been served up to me and Rustin. Hopefully the stomache thing wont pass to the rest of us and the cough is a small cold that will leave quickly. ( yeah I know, wishful thinking. I am the optimist though.)Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-66205692735483203902007-04-23T11:21:00.000-07:002007-04-23T11:35:17.358-07:00sickI don't know why but we have been plagued with illness for about 2 months or so. I went to a women's retreat on March 4 and I was coming down with a cold then. It turned into a terrible cough that I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">until</span> about a week ago which ended in a terrible sinus infection.<br /> When I came home from the retreat Jerek started battling with some faith related depression issues, then over the next few weeks the boys and I also got the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">stomach</span> flu which made it's way around the family 2 or 3 times, I lost count. Now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jerek</span> has had a fever since Tuesday. He was feeling better Friday morning but I told him he should call the Doctor anyways as in my experience fevers don't just appear out of nowhere and instantly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">disappear</span> a couple days later. He had taken Tylenol all night so I figured that was why his fever was down. Well at about 4 that afternoon his fever was back and he felt as crappy as ever so I had to take him to urgent care as the doctor's office was close then. After about 3-4 hours we came home with an antibiotic for him to take, but he still has a fever today. I am going to call the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">doctor</span> today again and see what the lab results say.<br /> I am starting to feel like sick is normal anymore. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jerek's</span> brother is getting married in less than 2 weeks and it would be nice to be well for that.<br /> Sometimes I feel this is a spiritual attack. When I came back from the retreat I had a renewed sense of the Holy Spirit and I feel I have grown spiritually quite a bit in the last couple months.<br /> Jerek used to be the strongest one of us in the faith department so I don't see a coincidence in the depression and illness with my growing faith.<br /> Pray for us if you think about it!Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-64050610628286963552007-04-12T11:59:00.000-07:002007-04-12T12:01:09.146-07:00Giggles GaloreA friend of mine had posted this on myspace but I am going to repost it on this here blog as it is too cute not to share. Thanks, Connie!=)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCLPsaMkpKM">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCLPsaMkpKM</a>Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-51190807387665825652007-03-30T08:45:00.000-07:002007-03-30T08:46:32.843-07:00To those who left comments on my last posting....Thanks for the encouragement and prayers guys! I was having one of those hormonal days at the time I wrote that post. It is still a big struggle but it was looking worse than reality at the time. I was able to talk to a teacher that works with special needs kids and got some advice on how to redirect some behaviours and she told me it is ok and probably beneficial to cut down his work load. Hopefully we can work something out.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-71195084280406379922007-03-26T13:44:00.000-07:002007-03-26T13:50:17.142-07:00I am not a teacher.I am so overwhelmed right now.I do not have teaching skills. What was I thinking when I agreed to homeschool the kids? I have been struggling so hard this past week yet I have no alternative. Private school is too expensive and Jerek doesn't want to do public school at all.Honestly, one of my kids is difficult to teach anything. He has a stubborn streak to no end and If i say to do something it is not going to happen. Would he do this to a teacher at a real school? i feel I am making him dumber instead of teaching him how to do his school and the frustration that is building in me is hurting our relationship. I don't know what to do from here...Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9012680398023063902.post-85755565360474614982007-03-05T11:32:00.000-08:002007-03-05T11:44:12.646-08:00Who I am...I went on a women's retreat with my church this past weekend. It was a lot of fun but I am exhausted this morning.I should have been less social and slept more.<br />Anyway, one of the ladies in the church did the teaching sessions. She spoke about who we are in Christ as women. She talked about the different things that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">satan</span> uses to attack us to draw us away from God. The 4 main <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ways</span> he uses are doubt,shame,fear and blame.<br />I spoke about some of my past which has really shaped me into who I am right now. I thought maybe those that did not go on the retreat may want to hear it too, so I am posting it here.<br /><br />Almost three years ago, on May 29, 2004, my worst nightmare was realized. That day I learned God's sovereignty first hand.<br />At that time I had 4 little boys. Rustin , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jeshua</span> , <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kalin</span> and Hayden. For those who don't know my story, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kalin</span> and Hayden were twins. I remember the day I found out I was pregnant with twins. It was scary and exciting and happy all at once. I had always had the dream of having twins and with each pregnancy I had hoped it would be so. God had given me my dream.<br />It was a lot of work having a 3-year-old, 18-month-old and twin babies. I had 3 in diapers and one recently potty trained.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Kalin</span> was very colicky. He would cry all day and then he would sleep all night out of pure exhaustion. He had a hard time eating. He refused a bottle and would barely take the breast. He didn't gain weight as well as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Hayden</span> did but he was still a decent weight. I can't tell you how frustrating it is when you have a baby that is crying so hard and so often and you are powerless to fix it. I took him to the doctor all the time and of course he never cried there. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dr</span>. was no help. He just said it is colic, go home and don't worry about it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kalin</span> would cry so hard, and arch his back so far, he was rolling from tummy to back at 3 weeks old when he weighed less than 5 pounds. He was 8 weeks premature and had little muscle tone. This was not a normal happening.<br />When the babies were about 6 months old we decided to buy a bigger house. It sort of just fell in our lap. The housing market went low and the interest rates dropped enough that we could get a markedly bigger house in a better location and not really have a bigger house payment. Things happened very fast. We fixed up a few things and made it look really nice. When we did put our house on the market, we got an offer on it the next day. We took the offer and then had to find a house we wanted to buy.We found a few but the market was so hot that we couldn't put in an offer fast enough. At our realtor's insistence, we finally took a look at one we had been passing over. It was a little too expensive, but it could work. We fell in love with the huge back yard and we really liked the floor plan. We decided to put in an offer. We offered lower than we expected them to accept, but they did. So now we were going to move in about a month. We had a lot of things to do in the mean time.<br />At this time we were involved in a church plant. We had meetings every week with food and a video followed by discussion. The plan was to grow that little group into a church congregation. We didn't get very many attendants though so the support was going to come to an end. We had all decided to fast and pray for 24 hours to really seek God's guidance. I remember praying that God would show himself to me in a real way. I don't think I expected to really see this happen.<br />I had never fasted before, but I was determined to stick with it to the end. By about 4 in the afternoon I had a terrible headache. I don't really know if it was from the fasting or what but it was bad. By 7 it was so bad that I contemplated going to the hospital. I fed the babies and went to bed. I left the dishes on the table from dinner and the packing undone. I couldn't do it. I have never had a headache like that in my life. It was worse than any pain I had ever felt.Including drug free childbirth. It totally paralyzed me from doing anything but lay in bed. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Kalin</span> was particularly fussy that night. He just cried and cried. No one could console him. I remember praying that God would make him go to sleep so I could sleep also. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Jerek's</span> Parents and brother came at like 8 or 9. They were going to stay and help us move in the next couple days. They camped out in the living room and dining room on the couch and extra mattress. We asked them not to sleep in the babies' room where the extra mattress usually was. They snore and the last time they slept in there, the babies hardly slept at all.<br />When <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Jerek</span> came to bed, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">kalin</span> was still crying. We were the cry it out type parents. He had been fed, he didn't have a dirty diaper, and he didn't need anything. He needed to sleep and so did we. He cried so often it didn't really seem like there was anything out of the ordinary going on. Normally, I would have rocked him or tried to nurse him. That night I was so out of it I didn't do anything. My head felt like it was going to burst open. And any noise made it worse. We put our earplugs in and prayed for it to get better.<br />At about 2:30 or 3 am I had a terrible dream. I dreamed I was in the middle of a war. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Jerek</span> and me were soldiers in the trenches. It was dark and there were bullets and rockets going off. As we got closer to the enemy troops we saw they had a hostage. The hostage was little Hayden and they were going to torture him terribly. I knew that he would be better off with Jesus, so I shot him in the head to save him from the torture. I never have violent dreams. This one frightened me awake. I got up and went to the door where the babies were sleeping. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Kalin</span> had quit crying a while ago. I started to turn the handle and then thought better of it. I didn't want to wake them up and start the crying all over again. My head still was pounding, so I took some more Tylenol and went back to bed. I don't know if that dream was prophetic, coincidence or what, but I have never had a dream like it before or since that night.<br />I woke next morning feeling much better. My headache was gone. The sun was shining in the window as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Jerek</span> and I talked about the exciting move we were going to make in the next day. Hayden started crying so I went in to get the babies for there morning feeding. When I got to the crib they shared I noticed that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Kalin</span> wasn't awake yet. This wasn't that odd. They could sleep through each other crying some times. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Kalin</span> was under the blanket and when I pulled it back he didn't look right. He was on his tummy and his face looked very pale. I touched his cheek to wake him, but he was like ice. I knew at that moment he was gone, but I panicked and screamed for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Jerek</span> to come help me. I have always felt like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Jerek</span> could fix almost anything. As irrational as it sounds today, it made perfect sense in my mind that he could fix this. We took him to our room and laid him on the bed. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Jerek</span> performed CPR even though it was too late. He had probably been gone a while. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Jerek's</span> brother called 911. I remember feeling like it was not me that was going through this,it couldn't be.It happens to other people but not me. It was so surreal. I cried out to God for a miracle and I screamed, but there were really no tears yet. I was numb. When the paramedics and police came it was like something you see on TV. The paramedics took one look and said, Sorry it is too late. When they left, the medical examiner did his thing while the police questioned everyone about the previous events. I honestly don't know what I said to the officer that talked to me. I remember thinking that it was horribly rude to be interrogating us at this time, but I know they have to do their job. The medical examiner ruled it SIDS. No answer to what went wrong, he was just gone.<br />We called our former pastor who was a good friend and told him what had happened. He and his wife came over right away. They loved on us and spoke words of encouragement. I remember Keven quoting some scriptures and the one that was the most encouraging at the time was from 2 Samuel 12:23 Where God punished David for committing adultery with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Bathsheeba</span> and then murdering her husband to have her as his own wife. David's child with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Bathsheeba</span> is struck ill and David fasts and prays for God to give him mercy and spare the child. When the child dies, he gets up and washes his face and eats. Then he worships God in the temple. The servants are perplexed by his behavior and ask him why he is no longer fasting and praying. He responds with the words that were so encouraging to me. He said"But now that he is dead, why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I will go to him, but he will not return to me."<br />These words may not sound encouraging at first, but as Keven explained to me it appears David is saying the child is now in Heaven. He says, "I will go to him." So I will see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Kalin</span> again someday. Just not here on earth. As difficult as that is, There is HOPE! It is not permanent. In fact, I will be with him for eternity. I just need to wait a few more years.<br />Somehow, God gave us peace like I have never felt. Even though my heart was shattered, I was able to see that God does have a plan. I may never know the why of it but I know who is in charge. I know that everything that happens to me is for a reason. I am now equipped with tools that can possibly help others who are hurting and grieving. I've grown a lot in my faith these past few years. I struggle with other issues in my walk with God, but one thing that God has shown me without a doubt is, He can help me through the most painful times I can imagine. He gave up his son too, only he gave his son to save the very people who sin against him everyday. people who would curse his name. I can't say I would give up any of my children, let alone if I only had one to give, for those who don't know me.For those who would treat me badly or not care about me. Romans 8:28 says And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him,who have been called according to his purpose.<br />He says ALL things. That means even the ones that bring pain and suffering.<br />I know the death of a child doesn't sound like it could ever be something good. It isn't, but through this I have been able to understand more deeply His sacrifice. He can take that experience and use me to impact people I may never have reached before.<br />He knows what it feels like on a much bigger scale. And he has given me so many things to be thankful for even in times like this.<br />Not a day goes by that I don't think about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Kalin</span>. It is so easy to fall into the "what if..." trap. I should have done something different. I should have held him; I should have fed him. Why me? What did I do wrong?etc. The only place that will take me is guilt and shame. God does not want these things for me. He wants me to trust him to give me what I need. Even when it doesn't make sense to me. He has allowed me to turn the "not-fairs" into "I am so blessed.He gave me 3, now 4 more beautiful babies. He gave me twins so my arms would not be empty. He is so gracious even in the pain. He gave me a wonderful supportive husband who even in his pain was there to comfort and hold me. He allowed the timing to be perfect.We moved just 1 day after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Kalin's</span> death so we would not have to deal with the painful situation of living where he died."<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">Jerek</span> and I were there to hold each other up. We decided we were not going to let this tear us apart, so we prayed God would help us to give healing to each other. And He has answered that prayer.<br />I hope that others can see His strength and peace through me and be encouraged to carry on and rest in His arms. That is the most peaceful place I have ever experienced and it is right where he wants me.<br />1Peter 5:10 says And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.<br />I know God is faithful in his promises as he has done this for me. I still grieve the loss and it still hurts tremendously, but God has given me a strength that I would never have had in a less painful situation.Mandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13271765701283337997noreply@blogger.com