Christmas morning after we opened stockings, I made waffles for breakfast. It's becoming a family tradition because this is the second year in a row. Since it was Christmas we tried to do something a little special and allowed the boys to have whipped cream on their waffles. N. decided that he also wanted puffed wheat on top of the whipped cream. It's amazing what comes out of a five year old's mind. Who would ever think of putting puffed wheat on top of whipped cream on your waffle? We just couldn't pass up the photo op. A. was a little more traditional and went with just the cream.
December 31, 2007
Problems
I've been trying to put up a new post for the past couple of days, but for some reason, things are not working right. I received a new computer for Christmas and we're in the process of switching things over. We're getting there, but for some reason I can't upload photos to my blog.
If I ever get it working I'll tell you about Christmas waffles.
I hope every one had a very Merry Christmas and has a safe and Happy New Year.
If I ever get it working I'll tell you about Christmas waffles.
I hope every one had a very Merry Christmas and has a safe and Happy New Year.
December 21, 2007
WDVE
Some of you may have noticed in my blog about Xunantunich, that Dan had brought a Terrible Towel with him. In fact, he bought one so that he could specifically take it to Belize and take a picture of him with it at the Mayan ruins. A local radio station allows people to post their Terrible Towel pictures from around the world on their website, so here is the link. You can all go and see Dan on the WDVE website with his Terrible Towel. Double Yoi!
December 14, 2007
Birthdays
Today is my 28th birthday. I'm trying to get a grasp on this whole age thing. As a kid you never really understand it when adults say, "You're only as old as you feel." Because I think as a kid you always feel as old as you are, or older, and then you can't wait to get to a certain milestone age. Now suddenly, or so it feels like, I'm 28 with two kids and I only feel like I'm about 18. Where did the last ten years go? It's not that I mind being 28 or that I'm worried about approaching 30. I really am not concerned with what number I am. Everyone gets older. It's not like I'm the only one aging and the rest of the world is at a standstill. It's just the odd paradox of knowing you've lived for so many years, but not feeling like you're "that age". What does it mean to feel like you're 28 anyway? Today is just another day like any other. I got up this morning and ago breakfast for my husband before he headed off to work. Then I got my youngest son dressed and fed him breakfast as well. Now I'm sitting here writing a blog, watching my oldest play with Legos in his pajamas and thinking that he should be dressed and fed by now.
I'm heading up the Christmas program at our church this year, and as I stand up in front off all the kids trying to get them excited about my ideas, I feel like I'm not that far removed from them. And yet I can't help thinking that they're sitting there thinking, "Man, is this lady crazy? Just another adult who thinks shes young and cool". Suddenly I'm one of the adults. And I'm not just one of those "young adults" fresh out of college who are still more like kids than adults. I'm a full fledged grown up woman with a husband of six and a half years, two sons, a mortgage and a mini van. I am blessed!
I'm heading up the Christmas program at our church this year, and as I stand up in front off all the kids trying to get them excited about my ideas, I feel like I'm not that far removed from them. And yet I can't help thinking that they're sitting there thinking, "Man, is this lady crazy? Just another adult who thinks shes young and cool". Suddenly I'm one of the adults. And I'm not just one of those "young adults" fresh out of college who are still more like kids than adults. I'm a full fledged grown up woman with a husband of six and a half years, two sons, a mortgage and a mini van. I am blessed!
December 4, 2007
Xunantunich
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Not how, I know You can do it. Not who, I know You went through it. Not where, you're preparing a place for me. Not why, all my sin is the reason. Not what, Your return into season, but how long, how long will it be?
O momentary grace of mortal men, Which we more hunt for than the grace of God. --- Shakespeare, Richard III