Monday, August 22, 2011

No, Never Alone

There is a classic hymn entitled 'No, Never Alone'. The lyrics of the chorus, No, never alone, no never alone. He promised never to leave me, never to leave me a alone...; a simple reminder of God's constant presence in our lives.

Last night, we heard a sweet voice from the backseat singing the X-man version, "Leave me alone, God. Oh, leave me alone." Somehow, his translation is just NOT the same :) :)

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Fun @ Morton Arboretum...

We've been laying kind of low lately since navigating the boys in/out of the car can sometimes seem like wrestling a grizzly bear. A really loud, really angry, mama-pitching-a-fit-because-youre-messing-with-her-baby type of grizzly bear, I might add.

But, yesterday I found some extra oomph! and decided it was time for an adenture. We had some reduced admission passes to the Morton Arboretum and I figured, if nothing else, it would provide a new space for running off some energy.

We 'debuted' the Sit'N Stand stroller borrowed from my SIL which I was hoping would provide some assistance in managing the little ones while on-the-go. Those reading this who are seasoned parents might already guess that even though Alexander hates riding in a stroller, he insisted on being strapped into the riding portion and refused to stand in the back. Oh well.

The crankiness did subside once inside the Children's Garden where the boys spotted water and dirt, more appropriately identified by moms as MUD. Lots of fun was had before the littlest one starting melting down in the heat & got all mad when he discovered he'd emptied his sippy cup and I did not have a refill available immediately!

The frog did not turn into a princess. Better luck next time, X-man :)

X-Man Quote of the Day

An early morning coversation.
X: Daddy. Do you know what the Lord said?
BWS: Hmmm...What did the Lord say?
X: And the Lord said, Jonathan shall only play with the dump truck.

(unstated) TRANSLATION: And if he touches my fire engine again today, fists are gonna fly!

Friday, August 12, 2011

One Of My Favorite Summer Photos...

Best of buddies! Isaak (2yr), Drew (2yr) & Alexander (3yr).

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Most Desperate Place on Earth?

"These too small children, listlessly clutching small bundles composed of everything they own in the world, barely look up. And, on the few occasions I do catch their eye, I see my own children's eyes looking back at me. It makes me want to scream, but instead I nearly cry." Sanjay Gupta, Chief Medical Correspondent (CNN).

Faduma Sakow Abdullahi and her five children tried to escape starvation in Somalia by journeying to a Kenyan refugee camp. Only one day before they reached their destination, her 4-year-old daughter and 5-year-old son died of exhaustion and hunger. At first the 29-year-old widow thought the two were merely sleeping when they wouldn’t get up after a brief rest. She had to leave their bodies under a tree, unburied, so she could push on with her baby, 2-year-old and 3-year-old. Were it not for God's hand of mercy, would Alexander be one of the little ones suffering? Is his family in Ethiopia okay? Have his grandparents, his aunts/uncles, his mother/father been forced to walk for countless days to a refugee camp simply in hope of securing a drink of water? No answers. Only questions. Will you join me in petitioning our Father for comfort, protection & peace for those in the horn of Africa who find themselves living in one of the most desperate places on earth? Photo Credits: Rebecca Blackwell

Your Little Ones MIGHT Be Hungry IF... open the refrigerator to find this.

Either that, or evidence of a really large rodent on the loose; i hope not!)

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Another Rule...

This morning at breakfast Jonathan was tossing his Cheerios on the floor, whining & screaming. I spoke to him in my I-mean-business voice with a bit more VOLUME than necessary. The X-man looked at me and said...

X: Mom. You're making bad choices. My heart is so disappointed. You're not following my rule. (Hmmm...these phrases sound vaguely familiar...)
ME: Your rule, huh? What rule might you be talking about?
X: The one in my pocket (reaches into his pocket and extends his hand)

ME: Hmmm...what does this rule say?
X: Thou shalt not shout! It's for you, Mom.

Argh! From the mouth of babes! Oh for grace, more grace!