tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90996117921926660852024-03-12T19:34:08.690-04:00The 29:11 Promise"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.comBlogger339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-2679679642434640002012-08-28T15:46:00.002-04:002012-08-28T15:46:07.993-04:00New Orleans 2012With all the focus on Hurricane Isaac heading straight towards New Orleans, it's so different for me, now that I have actually visited New Orleans. I've walked those streets, seen those buildings and most importantly met some of those people. My prayers are with them during this time and the days to come. <br />
As sort of a tribute to this city, I figured I'd finally do a post on our trip.<br />
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In June, Steven, Caleb, Asher and I drove to New Yorleans(as Caleb says it!) for the <a href="http://www.sbc.net/" target="_blank">Southern Baptist Convention.</a> <br />
This convention was historic because Southern Baptists elected the first African American President, Fred Luter. He is a native of New Orleans and pastors <a href="http://www.franklinabc.com/" target="_blank">Franklin Avenue Baptist</a>. Their church was completely destroyed when Katrina hit and my heart is so concerned for them now. But I've heard his wife's testimony of how God raised the church after Katrina and I have no doubt He can do it again!<br />
On the day of the election, the convention hall was absolutely packed, it was standing room only. You could feel the excitement in the air. Since the election was uncontested, the current President didn't want to take away the privilege from the delegates to actually cast their vote. So he asked the delegates in favor of Pastor Fred Luter to please raise their ballots in the air. The crowd not only raised their ballots but everyone stood and began cheering and clapping! It was something I won't soon forget. It still gives me chills as I type this over 2 months later. <br />
As we were on the way out of the convention center that day, an older man took Steven by the arm and said, "let me tell you something young man." This stranger, with tears in his eyes said, "I was at this convention, in this very same city, back in the 60's. And if you would've told me on that day, what would be happening today, I would've told you you were crazy. But this is proof that God changes hearts." It was a priceless moment.<br />
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The day after the election, my friend Robin & I were walking into the convention bookstore area & we saw Pastor Luter walking out. I pointed him out to my friend & then I said to her, let's just go say hi to him, so we did. He was so gracious & I let him know that he won my vote for President of the SBC because of his wife. He laughed & agreed with me that she is an amazing, godly woman.</div>
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Ever since seeing the movie, UP, yelling "SQUIRREL" at random times has become something that we do in our family. Emma seems to have a knack for yelling it at just the right time. Well, the other day, the scene from this movie played out right before my very eyes!<br />
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We had been given a small table and some chairs for our 'classroom'. We were unloading them from the back of the truck and I asked Caleb and Asher to take a chair inside. Asher was slowly dragging his across the driveway and I was walking behind him carrying the other chairs. He's almost to the garage when he looks out into the yard and yells, "LOOK, A SQUIRREL!" He immediately drops the chair and runs off to catch the squirrel.<br />
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That boy! <br />
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Dougie wasn't home when this happened, so when I was retelling him the story, he asked, "do you teach him to be so funny?"<br />
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Nope, it's just comes natural, like a dog chasing a squirrel!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-33432152166471265692012-08-15T17:16:00.000-04:002012-08-15T17:18:42.357-04:00We've reached a milestone!With school starting this year, our kids all hit a milestone. Emma started high school, Dougie started middle school and Caleb started Kindergarten. If you throw Asher in there as a preschooler, even though he's not actually going to a preschool, we have a child in every age department. Holy guacamole!<br />
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We're homeschooling Caleb this year, so here's a picture of him with his new teacher. =)</div>
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We've converted our dining room into a classroom. We've never used it as a dining room, so it was the perfect place.</div>
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A friend of mine was getting rid of the wooden entertainment center, so I bought it from her for $20. Score! It's the perfect divider between the classroom and the playroom. </div>
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A closer look at our calendar.</div>
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Counting to 100 and learning place value.</div>
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Caleb's first day of school drawing. Love it!</div>
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This verse is my prayer when it comes to homeschooling.</div>
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Love y'all dearly!<br />
<br />Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-530335893607206702012-07-06T21:39:00.001-04:002012-07-06T21:39:38.247-04:00Heeeeellloooo out there!I can't believe the last time I posted was March! Let's see, April, May, June and now it's July. That's embarrasing.<br />
So here's a update on what we've been doing~<br />
In April, Asher turned 3!<br />
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Emma and Dougie ran track.</div>
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We went to St. George Island for spring break.</div>
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And Dougie started baseball.</div>
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In May, we finished Awana. Caleb completed both Cubbie books in one year!<br />
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Emma had her Spring social dance!</div>
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In June, Dougie finished his baseball season.<br />
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We took our youth to a camp in NC. While there, Steven and I were able to tour the Biltmore House.<br />
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Then we learned about "Awesome God! Amaaaazing Power!" through VBS. <br />
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And then we took a trip to New Yorleans (as Caleb calls it) for the Southern Baptist Convention.<br />
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So that's just a little bit of what we've been up to the last few months. Hopefully, I'll do a whole post on our trip to NOLA because it was amazing! <br />
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For now, gotta run. Summer's going so fast......and before long, we'll be at the beach! Yay!<br />
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Love y'all dearly!<br />
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<br /></div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-18710423530386166002012-03-14T16:16:00.000-04:002012-03-14T16:16:35.914-04:00NY part 4, The FinaleEven though Tuesday was an exhausting day, I woke up really early Wed. morning. I knew we only had a short time left and I wanted to enjoy every moment. So I quietly got dressed, left the girls sleeping (Garry and Skye were in a different room) and headed to the lobby. I started to walk down the street to Starbucks but since they were serving it in the hotel restaurant, I just got a cup from there. I sat in the lobby, read my devotional, drank my coffee and soaked up as much of NYC as I could. The lobby was decorated so beautifully for Christmas. I snapped this with my phone.<br />
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We had an amazing trip, I only wish we could've stayed longer. Thank you Garry and Skye for making this happen. We love y'all and will always remember this trip!<br />
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After dropping Emma and Dougie off at school today, I was headed back home and just listening to the radio. Being in the car by myself (a rarity!), I was lost in my thoughts until I heard the very first note of the song. It was the song that will forever remind me of you. I started to change the station because honestly, I haven't been able to listen to the whole thing since you went home to Jesus. But then I changed my mind, something told me to just push through it. By the time he began singing the words I was already in tears. By mid song my grief was so strong. <br />
I miss you so much.<br />
But then he sang these words,<br />
"And I hear the voice of many angels sing, "Worthy is the Lamb!"<br />
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At that moment, mind's perspective was shifted, my grief was taken over by a deeper, stronger, more peaceful emotion as I allowed myself to envision you before Jesus, singing those same words. It was so powerful that I thought I was going to have to pull over. Thank the Lord for back country roads!<br />
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As the song repeated, I was even more overcome when it registered in my mind what the song says next,<br />
"And I hear the cry of every longing heart, "Worthy is the Lamb!"<br />
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Then I understood what I was feeling, I am longing. Longing to stand before my Redeemer and sing those precious words, "Worthy is the Lamb!" and I'm longing to see you, Grandma. Someday.<br />
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Almost a year ago I wrote this post about you and I want to share is again.<br />
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<em><span style="font-size: x-small;">Originally posted May 18, 2011</span></em><br />
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Last Monday morning, I called my Grandmother to see how her Mother's Day went & to just catch up. I knew that she had planned on going with my mom & dad to my sister's church for my nephew's baby dedication. She shared with me how her legs had really been hurting her for several days and by Saturday night, she'd pretty much decided not to go. She didn't want to be a burden to others because she would be getting around slowly. But when Sunday morning came, she got up, decided to move around a bit and see how she felt. She went into the living room to watch her favorite Sunday morning show, The Gaithers. But when she tuned in, she realized that her show had already gone off and that another show was on and Chris Tomlin was singing. Her words to me were, "I just love Chris Tomlin."<br />
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<em>*I love the fact that my 86 year old grandmother loves Chris Tomlin!</em><br />
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So she decided to watch this show. As some point during this show Chris sang, "I Will Rise" which is an amazing song. And as my Grandmother listened to this song, she knew that despite how she felt or the fact that she might be moving slowly, she had to "get up off her rear and go." (Her words!)<br />
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There is so much to learn from this example that my Grandmother has set for me. When I first decided to write this post, I was thinking about how she is an example of someone who is willing to embrace change, especially in the area of music. But as I typed this, I realized that there's a deeper lesson to be learned, with me being the first needing to learn it.<br />
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My heart and mind are now churning over all that I am sensing the Spirit speaking to me about in my life.<br />
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Sometimes I just need to get off my rear and go!<br />
When I grow up I want to be just like my Grandma!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were all amazed at how the birth of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ was represented. (They used those words!) Truly God was glorified through this presentation and I was in tears by the end of the nativity scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Since I'd already broken the 'no picture taking' rule, I snapped one more picture at the finale. I was trying to get the Rockettes doing their world famous kicks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vQ7euaoh3vHPC3rpsCqzcn16xkrYc4Q6p5SZF-B-gNafyVZjlcw18Nq_Csx6eiZscz18MZdgvks14yU4LTBELmm_5A3gkLJR9nfsoT5etWU4kN-avcLlHdhj3BnXtQrywSi9lCKJP9E/s1600/DSCF0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5vQ7euaoh3vHPC3rpsCqzcn16xkrYc4Q6p5SZF-B-gNafyVZjlcw18Nq_Csx6eiZscz18MZdgvks14yU4LTBELmm_5A3gkLJR9nfsoT5etWU4kN-avcLlHdhj3BnXtQrywSi9lCKJP9E/s320/DSCF0145.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It was an amazing show! If you every have the chance to see it, I highly recommend it.<br />
After the show, the girls wanted to go ice skating at Rockefeller Center. It is just around the block from Radio City Music Hall. It was a little rainy and pretty cold but it didn't dampen our spirits.<br />
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On the way back to the hotel, we walked up on an event that they were pre-taping for the Rockin' New Year's Eve show. We just missed seeing Jimmy Fallon perform. <br />
It was a fun-filled, packed day! One that I will remember for a long time.<br />
I can't believe a 2 day trip is taking 4 posts but it is!<br />
To be continued.....Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-9289539835102130682012-03-06T15:23:00.000-05:002012-03-06T15:23:30.420-05:00NYC part 2Sorry Nana that I took so long to get to part 2!So we headed to the airport early Tues morning and we arrived in New York a little before lunch. We headed to the hotel, checked in & then headed out to go sight seeing. By this point, we were all starving, so we did what all tourists do, we got a hot dog from a vendor! After eating what was probably the best hot dog I'd ever eaten, we started walking & headed towards Central Park.<br />
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</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We did the carriage ride through Central Park, and you can tell by how we're dressed that the weather was pretty cold. But we didn't mind because we'd left warm weather in Ga. & we wanted it to feel like Christmas! After the carriage ride, we went across the street into the FAO Schwartz toy store. I think the part of the store we enjoyed the most was the candy store! Just look at these nerds!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZl-mSK85sVSE1f4X0IQjr0BQLmEhgQQs8OSvZcbQJsoKqIkz0Oxr3NEo70lk0-SyBnxFEHz7ehaNEHB1LOdMmOJyuSkGEdNOjpIV-x7zOdTQOIv-wl_EnO4h04KM-ELLC67GEtSO0yGo/s1600/!cid__1220111217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZl-mSK85sVSE1f4X0IQjr0BQLmEhgQQs8OSvZcbQJsoKqIkz0Oxr3NEo70lk0-SyBnxFEHz7ehaNEHB1LOdMmOJyuSkGEdNOjpIV-x7zOdTQOIv-wl_EnO4h04KM-ELLC67GEtSO0yGo/s200/!cid__1220111217.jpg" width="200" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cyatutwHc6tVX1ZoB2esDgrXZJOLp4OK31HfAKNOG78la8gCMiK8b2rN7OEZAs0mV_Giwu8mVePDfrI12oEXRTP0-RnBLvIsImNg8cdF9Vsi4TIcRwlQbzNM9D474tLMbYVoqiSydXg/s1600/1220111221.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0cyatutwHc6tVX1ZoB2esDgrXZJOLp4OK31HfAKNOG78la8gCMiK8b2rN7OEZAs0mV_Giwu8mVePDfrI12oEXRTP0-RnBLvIsImNg8cdF9Vsi4TIcRwlQbzNM9D474tLMbYVoqiSydXg/s200/1220111221.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Everything in this store was super size & that Reese's cost $24.99 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3E1BnunXfKgTXS_LyevZjL9jetHcMlW27NeH3jDcIvc3NP98VZY-HOHm292r_KSRWw5QhxAm97wrY90F_K-Y7zTdOUTtakmnDywDDJJaF99OuQ894eGXBrqeYSoiI_Vv_rXDweurrYHI/s1600/DSCF0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3E1BnunXfKgTXS_LyevZjL9jetHcMlW27NeH3jDcIvc3NP98VZY-HOHm292r_KSRWw5QhxAm97wrY90F_K-Y7zTdOUTtakmnDywDDJJaF99OuQ894eGXBrqeYSoiI_Vv_rXDweurrYHI/s200/DSCF0123.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPCPsOoweCzBK2wA0S6vvaqGCQaCdVxtELLlZlgsn2gXaL-x2_x2nXXERosvRlMk-D2H2CkTPIqGPEYC4zlPlAU4VS6ZpwtbfrWxSirmSscqVpraP2YBA9p9ALMLn6sxQhHDbkZBu-B0/s1600/DSCF0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPCPsOoweCzBK2wA0S6vvaqGCQaCdVxtELLlZlgsn2gXaL-x2_x2nXXERosvRlMk-D2H2CkTPIqGPEYC4zlPlAU4VS6ZpwtbfrWxSirmSscqVpraP2YBA9p9ALMLn6sxQhHDbkZBu-B0/s200/DSCF0130.JPG" width="150" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It didn't take these girls long to get acclimated to NYC!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Right after taking this picture by Radio City Music Hall, we walked around the block & unknowingly were right next to the side entrance of the Hall. We stopped to talk about something & right where we were standing, a black suv pulled up & all these people started piling out. It caught our attention because a college age looking guy even climbed out when someone opened the tailgate! Then we heard a familiar voice. My brother & I looked at each other & he confirmed what I was thinking, Nancy Grace has just gotten out of that suv. She was standing almost directly in front of me, so I introduced myself & she chatted with us. She lives in the Atlanta area & was happy when we told that that was where we were from. She took the time to take a quick picture with me. And as you can see in the picture, she was hugging me. She really was a very sweet lady. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjae0ZGNf9hZ4-OKwZJNHXjLce1Y30-DyBaLOX7AGtBKcn2ILA4clZRXq3B2TMwZEBz-tgWXm9CY17UKM2vCLMMtePXRUe7i49eAOlV4_nm44521R7pyWfhwuD8W3GwXAftzpt-_ilWnCI/s1600/DSCF0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjae0ZGNf9hZ4-OKwZJNHXjLce1Y30-DyBaLOX7AGtBKcn2ILA4clZRXq3B2TMwZEBz-tgWXm9CY17UKM2vCLMMtePXRUe7i49eAOlV4_nm44521R7pyWfhwuD8W3GwXAftzpt-_ilWnCI/s200/DSCF0131.JPG" width="200" /></a>And just a funny note, the guy in the red striped sweater was the one who was in the very back of the suv! After all that, we headed back to the hotel to get some rest before the show.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">To be continued.....but it won't take as long, I promise!</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-85741703808504107772012-02-03T10:12:00.001-05:002012-02-03T10:14:19.193-05:00New York!Two weeks before Christmas, my sister in law called me & said they were thinking about taking their daughter Mia to NY for a Rockette show & they wondered if Emma could go with them. Of course I wanted her to go but I didn't want her to experience NYC for the 1st time without me! Literally, the week before my sister in law called me, Emma had created a bucket list on Pinterest & one of the things she'd pinned was 'experience Christmas in NY', and we'd talked about how maybe we could do it someday! So that's why I wanted to go with them. Fortunately, my brother was able to use his skymiles & get tickets for the 5 of us. The plan was to fly up on the Tues before Christmas, see the show on Tues. night & fly back on Wed. <br />
So on the Sunday before, we told Emma that we had an early Christmas gift for her. I had bought her a new winter coat specifically for this trip.When she opened it, her face revealed that she was less than thrilled with the coat, because, we live in south Ga. You don't really need a winter coat down here! But then Steven said, "we know you didn't really want a new coat but we thought you'd need one in NY." She looked at us in disbelief and asked, "I'm going to NY??" We shook our heads & said, "yes, we're going Tuesday." By this point, she was jumping up and down and yelling and crying, "I'm going to NY!!!!!"<br />
It was such a priceless memory!<br />
A funny side story, the boys were watching as this all took place & they were all excited for Emma. But after a few moments, when Caleb realized he wasn't getting to go, he got mad at Emma, looked at her and said, "that's not fair, you....you....Lottie Moon!" (Can you guess what we'd been talking about at church earlier that day!)<br />
So on the Monday before Christmas, we all packed up & headed to ATL for the week.<br />
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At the age of 8, my Grandma lost her mother. Her life after that was not easy, as she & her siblings were sent to live with various family members. Eventually, my Grandma met my Grandaddy and they married. (Another post for another day!) They left Colorado and moved back to my Granddaddy's hometown of Atlanta, Ga. <br />
After moving to Atlanta, my Grandma began having this reoccurring dream. She would dream about her mother. She & her mother were outside and her mother would be on one side of a fence and my Grandma was on the other. Her mother was singing a beautiful song and reaching out to her. My Grandma would try to get to her mother but would always wake up before she reached her. My Grandma didn't know the song that her Mom was singing but in the dream, she always sang the same song.<br />
At some point, we're not sure when, my Grandma found out that the song was the old hymn <em>Whispering Hope</em>.<br />
Sometime in the 60's, my Grandma took a trip back out west to visit some of her family. While there, she shared with her Uncle Victor, her mom's brother, about the reoccurring dream. It was then that he shared with my Grandma that he had played <em>Whispering Hope </em>on the violin at her mom's funeral. <br />
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Now we have complete understanding of why this song meant so much to my Grandma.<br />
When she was in the hospital, my dad sang the song to her, and when it came to the chorus, she sang along with him. And at her memorial service, my sister Laura & a family friend sang <em>Whispering Hope. </em><br />
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<em>"This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which enters the Presence behind the veil. Hebrews 16:19</em><br />
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My hope now is that my Grandma has been reunited with her precious Mother & together they are in the presence of Jesus.<br />
Love y'all dearly!<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m-ySX16NUrA" width="420"></iframe>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-6179432341559137482011-12-02T09:16:00.000-05:002011-12-02T09:16:13.558-05:00My Sweet Grandma<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqL54g91OuggV8Wm_z8O_KLTwLDncteGyaJvbJ1_dM2eptW9edZpv8cEu7U73ipoVbhWFVbgfZGUILg-60pDlv5ra5uiM6xU0muJ9shqlbCSP1eZvVBGKa0CnQKWp7kId3jPYjRqasvtQ/s1600/388356_2734539568538_1408786037_3072713_1602632266_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqL54g91OuggV8Wm_z8O_KLTwLDncteGyaJvbJ1_dM2eptW9edZpv8cEu7U73ipoVbhWFVbgfZGUILg-60pDlv5ra5uiM6xU0muJ9shqlbCSP1eZvVBGKa0CnQKWp7kId3jPYjRqasvtQ/s1600/388356_2734539568538_1408786037_3072713_1602632266_n.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>ydia<strong> </strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>lguin<strong> </strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">F</span>itzgerald</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">March 25, 1925 - December 2, 2011</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-44856776975764415252011-11-03T21:02:00.000-04:002011-11-03T21:02:35.808-04:00Fall Festival & HalloweenLast Wednesday, our church had a Fall Festival & Trunk or Treat in conjunction with Awana. At some point during the evening, my camera went missing & is still lost. So all my pictures are what I took with my phone.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I forgot to take a picture of my trunk but instead of decorating it with the typical Halloween/Fall decor, I decided to go with a UGA theme. I took everything UGA we had in the house & even downloaded some UGA music to have playing while the kids came by! I don't know what everybody else thought about it, but I loved it! I may or may not have continued to listen to the UGA music throughout the week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On Halloween, we were looking forward to trick or treating in our neighborhood. Emma dressed up in an 80's outfit & volunteered to hand out candy. Dougie didn't dress up but wanted to walk with the little boys & help Asher carry his basket, which was his UGA helmet. (Dougie's idea!)</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I tried to get a video of Asher going up to a door & saying "tick-a-teat!" but it was really dark & you couldn't really hear him. =( </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When we got back to the house, Emma told us how she had run out of candy & had to resort to handing out gummy snacks. Good thing I'd just bought a bunch of them!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We had a really good time & made some great memories! Love y'all!</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-29418874653012080982011-10-19T13:36:00.000-04:002011-10-19T13:36:42.902-04:00Jr. Pro Football 2011Our school offers a football team for 3rd thru 5th grade called Jr. Pro. Dougie played when he was 3rd grade but didn't play in 4th grade because he chose to be on a travel baseball team. But I think he really missed playing football & couldn't wait to play this fall. He mostly plays on offense in the running back/wingback position. <br />
I want to be able to remember what this season was like for Dougie, so I've tried to remember what he did in each game. <br />
Game 1- vs. Briarwood 28-6 W Dougie scored 2, 2 pt. conversions & a touchdown.<br />
Game 2- vs. Brentwood 14-0 W Dougie scored a 2 pt. conversion<br />
Game 3- vs. Bulloch 12-6 L<br />
Game 4- vs. Bulloch 6-0 L<br />
Game 5- vs. Briarwood 34-0 W Dougie scored a touchdown & a 2 pt. conversion<br />
Game 6- vs. Thomas Jefferson 26-6 W Dougie scored a touchdown<br />
Game 7- vs. Thomas Jefferson 36-0 W Dougie scored a 2 pt. conversion & he made a touchdown saving tackle on defense. (Yes, I realize that every tackle could qualify as touch down saving but this really was! Ok, so I'm a proud momma!)<br />
Here are some pictures that my friend Kristy took at game 6. It was our last home game.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was a great season & Dougie, we so enjoyed watching you play. Thanks for the memories!</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-34183581146966527422011-10-03T11:14:00.001-04:002012-08-27T16:08:31.962-04:00Traveling in a foreign land.If you hadn't noticed, I've been away for a little while. Last Wednesday, Steven and I were able to go to Gatlinburg, TN with a group of Senior Adults for a conference called <a href="http://www.jubileeconferences.com/fall2011/index.html">Jubilee</a>. We left early Wed morning but not before starting the day at Cracker Barrel. From breakfast on Wed morning until lunch on Friday afternoon, we didn't pay for a meal. That group sure did a great job of blessing us and even spoiling us. We had so much fun laughing, eating, hearing great preaching, eating, hearing some great music and eating some more! I have to be honest though by Thursday evening, I was beginning to feel like a traveler in a foreign land. If you've ever traveled overseas, you'll understand what I mean. When you're overseas and all you hear is a foreign language, then suddenly you hear someone speaking your native tongue, you're immediately drawn to that person. There is like an immediate bond. That's how I felt when I would see someone who was not a Sr. Adult. We would make eye contact and kind of speak an unspoken word of encouragement to each other, like "hang on sister, I'm sure you can listen to a Chris Tomlin song on that phone you've got in your hand!" Because inevitably, every young person I saw had their phone in their hand!<br />
Seriously though, we had a great time. I'm so grateful to my mom and dad for keeping the little boys for us so we could go on this trip! It's always nice to come home to a house and van that's cleaner than when you left it! <br />
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Love y'all dearly!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-77794085740445360982011-09-22T21:32:00.000-04:002011-09-22T21:32:05.932-04:00Learning to say no...Now you're probably thinking this is some post about a pastor's wife learning to say no to church members who constantly ask her to do this or that. Well it's not.It's about Asher.<br />
Now he mastered the art of saying no a loooong time ago.<br />
But this happened last night, so I just had to blog about it.<br />
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Being the youngest preacher's kid & the fact that he is absolutely adorable, as soon as Asher gets out of the car at church, people are vying for his attention. Usually, he makes a bee line to his daddy. And after he sees him, then he begins looking for his other buddy, Jonathon. Jonathon is the teenage son of our music director and he & Asher have developed a very special friendship. Jonathon plays the guitar & since Asher loves music, it works out great! In fact, they have a routine. Jonathon will play this little diddy (can't believe I just used that word) and Asher will dance & play his air guitar. Jonathon then slaps the guitar strings to abruptly end the music & Asher will say one of two things, <br />
"do dat tang." (In Asherian, Do that thang!) <br />
or he will say,<br />
"do gin Jonfin!" (Do again, Jonathon.)<br />
In fact, because of Asher, our family now says "Jonfin" instead of Jonathon, not to his face, of course.<br />
Last night, after Awana, I was trying to round up my kids to head home. Asher, of course was with Jonfin. I finally got all 4 of them headed out the door & when we got outside, Jonfin was behind us headed to his car. He came up behind Asher, pretending like he was going to pick him up & when Asher realized what Jonfin was doing, he firmly said,<br />
"No Jonfin, I goin home!"<br />
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And that's when Asher learned to say no. =)<br />
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Love y'all dearly!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-5926374876187239822011-09-19T23:08:00.005-04:002011-09-20T09:09:25.654-04:00A Whole Hand!<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiteBK_ELZ7oeKPC3ZLT2MJqKTwZIw1zHjuHSc2N2lmaQab5PSaW240QQhV6jKmKZALmQOdoZ6DPKs1JBu6ydwTV5kTgc2HsYgzZAfjphHvsNAfZfsR3E54Yfox3G8pYTIH-hdZbdN57Dg/s1600/Picture+773.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiteBK_ELZ7oeKPC3ZLT2MJqKTwZIw1zHjuHSc2N2lmaQab5PSaW240QQhV6jKmKZALmQOdoZ6DPKs1JBu6ydwTV5kTgc2HsYgzZAfjphHvsNAfZfsR3E54Yfox3G8pYTIH-hdZbdN57Dg/s160/Picture+773.jpg" /></a><br />
<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border: 0px currentColor; padding: 0px;" /></a></div><div style="clear: both;">It's hard to believe that Caleb is 5 years old today! </div><div style="clear: both;"></div><div style="clear: both;">Caleb,</div><div style="clear: both;">You bring so much joy & laughter to our lives. Almost daily, I'm amazed at the things you say or do. You have a memory like no other. It's almost scary how you remember people and places. As everyone who knows you knows, you love to watch tv and/or movies. I'm afraid that I've taught you that the library is a place to get movies, not books. You also love to play on the computer. </div><div style="clear: both;">You do like to play outside but you're such a hot natured kid, you can't stand to be outside if it's real hot. You have mastered riding Dougie's scooter & you like to ride your bike too! You love to climb & jump. You worked & worked until you learned how to skip & you know how to write your name. Just the other day, you asked me to show you how to tie your shoe, so I know it won't be long before you have that mastered too!</div><div style="clear: both;">Even though you were old enough to start Pre-K, Daddy & I wanted you enjoy being home for a little while longer. So now when people ask you if you go to school, you tell them, "I'm home schooled." You came up with that on your own!</div><div style="clear: both;">Caleb we love you so much & can't wait to see what you accomplish during your 5th year!</div><div style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOrr6ezU2UhhFAHsam31jWAqRDwKDcPCsy_ULMEoOBqAhwZ_CZLAGvGKLdyB1_LtMVFfmacjUV_exsEX98Rf0HtenAw19bEJw99wrTW5o1fGbvlM9mlW2QzD1eeb3fe5Bsy-981Pm384/s1600/%2521cid__0920110839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOrr6ezU2UhhFAHsam31jWAqRDwKDcPCsy_ULMEoOBqAhwZ_CZLAGvGKLdyB1_LtMVFfmacjUV_exsEX98Rf0HtenAw19bEJw99wrTW5o1fGbvlM9mlW2QzD1eeb3fe5Bsy-981Pm384/s320/%2521cid__0920110839.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<em>But because my servant Caleb has a different spirit and follows me wholeheartedly, I will bring him into the land he went to, and his descendants will inherit it. Numbers 14:24</em></div><br />
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<br />But since then, I haven't really done anything. Although I have lots of ideas of things I'd do if this were our home but since it's not, it doesn't make a lot of sense to put a lot of money into it. But the other day, I was in the kids' bathroom and I noticed that the wallpaper was beginning to peel in several places. And I thought, "I could take down the wallpaper, use the paint I have left over from the dining room & be done with it. Easy peasy." Famous last words...
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<br />Here's some before shots~
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<br />As you can see, lots of brass and lots & lots of flowers. The thing we ALL hate most about this bathroom is the shower curtain rod. It was here when we moved in. It's plastic & brass with grooves & the hooks are suppose to slide through the grooves except that they don't! So to open the curtain, you have slide each hook individually! If I change nothing else, that curtain rod is going!
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<br />I started Monday morning by removing the wallpaper. If you follow me on twitter, you may have read my mid-morning tweet asking, "Is it common to wallpaper directly to the drywall? Sure makes it hard to remove." Yes, the wallpaper was directly on the drywall & it was not coming off easily. After several responses to my tweet, @HisHollySmith gave me some tips to help it come off easier. While the boys were napping, I was able to get the rest of the wallpaper off. My original plan was to paint immediately but because of the lack of primer on the wall, I knew I'd need to prime it first. When Steven came home Monday afternoon, I waited for him to see the bathroom but since he rarely uses this one, he didn't see it. So I decided I'd see how long it took for him to notice.
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<br />On Tuesday morning, I primed the walls, taped & painted the trim. I decided to spray paint the hardware with some rubbed oil bronze spray paint that I already had. I was too chicken to try to take the light fixture down, so this is what I did~
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<br />So professional.
<br />I knew that if I got any of the spray paint on the wall, I could use the primer to cover it before I painted. See, there is a method to my madness.
<br />While the boys were napping, I got the paint on the walls. Steven still didn't notice the bathroom.
<br />On Wednesday, I painted a 2nd coat & did the touch ups.
<br />After~
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<br />Here's the breakdown:
<br />paint- free, already had it
<br />spray paint- free, already had it
<br />2nd can of spray paint b/c I used all of the other can- $3
<br />tape- $2
<br />new shower rod- $10
<br />shower rings- already had but they got a coat of paint
<br />Grand Total- $15
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<br />On Saturday night, Steven came into the bedroom and (jokingly) said, "there's something different about the bathroom?" Ha! He couldn't believe that I'd done it without him even knowing.
<br />One more side by side before and after~</p>
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<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgMccvrlSgBfU5eLuKYEIewmZZBdOVzHahqiJYi2eCpNUYOsVYHfZvFj6oBa9vD4vlfXQ2UeRBq0mAmewo4T1IuOBtzC4Y-dX2mpizuEzN2r6PJJNDeKAKyGCQCeoJOjQxmySVxIjJmo/s1600/0815110833.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644176331743051906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgMccvrlSgBfU5eLuKYEIewmZZBdOVzHahqiJYi2eCpNUYOsVYHfZvFj6oBa9vD4vlfXQ2UeRBq0mAmewo4T1IuOBtzC4Y-dX2mpizuEzN2r6PJJNDeKAKyGCQCeoJOjQxmySVxIjJmo/s200/0815110833.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFowXJ0NWGuYyLi6GZAlxGFDrJVYqfzY-p4sI7Dq3FODSkdZAj8PQ6Py5uJ_dwkl3IFRoxU1pBqtdo6lX4v13jq7cJSeq5f_mMLVsCbZDJgM3rBo3laXX3MSZWkL-4Mzl6FxDqUv_7Olc/s1600/0817111628.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644176402075652850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFowXJ0NWGuYyLi6GZAlxGFDrJVYqfzY-p4sI7Dq3FODSkdZAj8PQ6Py5uJ_dwkl3IFRoxU1pBqtdo6lX4v13jq7cJSeq5f_mMLVsCbZDJgM3rBo3laXX3MSZWkL-4Mzl6FxDqUv_7Olc/s200/0817111628.jpg" /></a></p>Aaaaahhhh, so much better, at least I think so.
<br />Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-72729460202100726402011-08-08T08:56:00.009-04:002011-08-08T09:38:25.838-04:00First Day of School...<div>
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<br />Today was the first day of school for Emma & Dougie. Emma is starting to 8th grade and Dougie is starting 5th grade. Would someone please tell me how we went from this~
<br />2007 4th grade & 1st grade
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<br /><div>What's even scarier, this time next year Emma will be starting HIGH SCHOOL! OMW!!</div>
<br /><div>If you need me, I'll be on the couch in the fetal position!!</div>
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<br /><div>Love y'all dearly.</div>
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<br />Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-38939076525732587272011-07-29T21:32:00.005-04:002011-07-29T21:59:20.317-04:00South Georgia Sand...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJQ3zJb0rkEs-el4rl0cxDS-snA8VvDACPXer85-Kp-nqhOfxereWShmjaALJ0FP8sA2LwzXbE9Zd1E5gaUfoawV4_kZhTjFN7SF_1kSmcGLHAiJIACs9YANehSqmXd_6FBOwK2pdhzs/s1600/%2521cid__100MEDIA95IMAG1828.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634952738483157810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJQ3zJb0rkEs-el4rl0cxDS-snA8VvDACPXer85-Kp-nqhOfxereWShmjaALJ0FP8sA2LwzXbE9Zd1E5gaUfoawV4_kZhTjFN7SF_1kSmcGLHAiJIACs9YANehSqmXd_6FBOwK2pdhzs/s200/%2521cid__100MEDIA95IMAG1828.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Earlier today, my sister texted me this picture, along with the message, "Thought of MaMa & PaPa!! Wish I could send the scent through the phone. ;)"<br /><br />When we were kids, we spent a lot of time each summer at my <a href="http://the2911promise.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-2008.html">MaMa & PaPa's farm</a>. We would help out working in the tobacco fields, even though it sounds like something you would dread, we loved it because we got to be with our cousins. And even though the days were really hot & long, we always made it fun. Anytime we headed back to the house, we always had to make a stop by the water spigot in PaPa's barn to wash up. PaPa always had a bar of Lava soap for us to use. One thing I will never forget is him telling us to wet our hands, rub the soap on our hands and then take our hands and get a little bit of sand on our hands and then scrub away. I guess the sand worked like an abrasive because our hands would get soooo clean!<br /><br />When I replied to my sister's text, I asked her if she remembered rubbing the sand in with the soap? I told her that it was a memory I'd never forget.<br /><br />A couple of hours later, I got a text from my older brother. I guess my sister had sent him the picture too and he was replying to it. He said that he had bought some Lava soap a while back but that it "just doesn't work without that south Ga. sand in it."<br />It's amazing the memories that can be brought back just by the sight & smell of a bar of soap. My precious PaPa went to be with Jesus 20 years ago this past April but his memory is alive and well in his children & grandchildren.Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-38570353599067085732011-07-26T15:19:00.005-04:002011-07-26T15:39:12.033-04:0011 years old!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNOKh6CvAhCZWdkGnL1qkCvNG9Mh9v5xGnS4CPXMGWzFV33DoRQYSfmY2Mqi5sOCagKq8SEuGf5f2ppcqXZb-fxEBAetJZni-ajpF8varRlC2gSnno90kMJC0y_pKWAniOklnpmUA7sw/s1600/37133_1524285278942_1588938266_31192816_2444587_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633746280437654002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNOKh6CvAhCZWdkGnL1qkCvNG9Mh9v5xGnS4CPXMGWzFV33DoRQYSfmY2Mqi5sOCagKq8SEuGf5f2ppcqXZb-fxEBAetJZni-ajpF8varRlC2gSnno90kMJC0y_pKWAniOklnpmUA7sw/s200/37133_1524285278942_1588938266_31192816_2444587_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Today Dougie turns 11!<br /><br />Last night around 11pm, I was putting some dishes in the dishwasher before heading to bed and my mind went to 11 years ago. I was getting ready for bed at right about 11pm and I had my 1st contraction. I didn't have anymore until about 3:30am. At that time, they were coming regularly and we headed to the hospital. By 7am, July 26 (his due date!) Douglas Neil Englund had entered into this world!<br /><br />This birthday is different because I'm not able to wish him happy birthday. Dougie is away at camp for the very first time and he is celebrating his birthday with them. It's a little weird but I know that he is having a great time. But I do miss him.<br /><br />Happy birthday Dougie! You are such a great kid and I love being your mom!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmw7Sr5jFEBzLnHC8AmUs7-NZPEA2VCWdW3WDijmGxqLknPHApGdyKJGW5vbnQW3sGKOST5r7Yygdu24jQ8wE2os7KAoaYslxhwHzEjxA_5bgNJ4ycZ-JbieAP4MFMAbK6dOTDQv-cJU/s1600/DSC04991.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633747017855108834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgmw7Sr5jFEBzLnHC8AmUs7-NZPEA2VCWdW3WDijmGxqLknPHApGdyKJGW5vbnQW3sGKOST5r7Yygdu24jQ8wE2os7KAoaYslxhwHzEjxA_5bgNJ4ycZ-JbieAP4MFMAbK6dOTDQv-cJU/s200/DSC04991.JPG" /></a>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-38935199792724384892011-06-28T14:37:00.005-04:002011-06-30T10:51:19.621-04:00Hey, who light?I know that my last post was about Asher but his language is (finally) developing and changing so much, that I want to write down the things he is saying before I forget.<br />You have to be fluent in Asherian to understand some of what he says, so I'll translate for you!<br /><br />ice shream- Ice cream<br /><br />hibby doo- Scooby Doo<br /><br />I on seep in bubba bed- I want to sleep in bubba's bed.<br /><br />choky mook- chocolate milk<br /><br />Big bubba/Dou-EE- Dougie<br /><br />Lil bubba/Cayub- Caleb<br /><br />Da-EE- Daddy<br /><br />top art- pop tart<br /><br />mamawpap (all one word) -Grandma & Paps<br /><br />One of the funniest things he started doing is closing his eyes really tight and the yelling,<br />"hey, who light?"<br /><br />I'm sure there's many more that I'll think of later.<br /><br />Love y'all dearly!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-29535929184192173122011-06-18T22:35:00.005-04:002011-06-19T08:20:28.487-04:00Help da baby!I shared this story with some family this weekend and realized that I hadn't blogged about it. And since it's something I definitely want to be able to tell Asher about, I better write it down!<br /><br />Thanks to the picture info on my phone, I know that this took place on April 26th, 10 days after Asher's 2nd birthday. At this time, Asher wouldn't say his name but would refer to himself as baby.<br />So Asher had started a new game. He would throw his baseballs or any other kind of ball above the sofa and loved when they fell between the couch and the wall. There is enough space that he could crawl back there and retrieve his balls, just to do it all over again.<br />On this day, I was in the other room and I heard him crying. I came into the family room and I didn't see him but I heard him crying. When I called his name, he cried out, "I stuck!" When I realized he was behind the couch, I bent down and this is what I saw-<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUrjSdvdjqoj1bal7DZDODq8qeUyHWIjXXoT5I4Iff04gxQVZ5XSxkVxWs_NON6anjr4R8tmEX21zglgDg6EDwJcrHJYZqlDZh3ssQzUq1r8cl9sGQIWQu8v2pF-1ZEOz76Kv7nwP1wE/s1600/%2521cid__0426111247.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619757531718502674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjUrjSdvdjqoj1bal7DZDODq8qeUyHWIjXXoT5I4Iff04gxQVZ5XSxkVxWs_NON6anjr4R8tmEX21zglgDg6EDwJcrHJYZqlDZh3ssQzUq1r8cl9sGQIWQu8v2pF-1ZEOz76Kv7nwP1wE/s200/%2521cid__0426111247.jpg" /></a><br /><br />When I asked him if he was stuck, through his cries he said,<br />"Help da baby!"<br /><br />And yes, I took the time to grab my phone and snap a picture. Just think, if I hadn't, I wouldn't know when this happened!<br /><br />Love y'all dearly!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-89967031932336803442011-06-15T09:03:00.005-04:002011-06-15T09:14:48.893-04:00Stop growing....<div>Last night we had a first in our house.</div><br /><div>Caleb and Dougie had made a plan that they were going to sleep together in Dougie's room. When it came time to go to bed, Asher was not too happy that his big & lil bubba were going to be together and he was by himself! So when I took Asher into his room, kicking & crying, I asked him if he wanted to sleep in lil bubba's (Caleb) bed. He immediately stopped crying and said, "eesss." So we put him in Caleb's bed and he slept there all night and didn't get up once! I snuck in this morning and snapped a picture using Steven's cell.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA82uzswuEIPkd51P0RKiRk1uFYEUU-zyGDwb1gwI2Pesk2NSzE_VLxg1n6AnJrcXRp5i5GvFmcwkz2KmdUFEVQox9XKzlAFwAdqh7rOUOhWUXCpfaVmxFjtuoLTvZMGziuXAChda_s2k/s1600/%2521cid__0614110759b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618433607019721154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA82uzswuEIPkd51P0RKiRk1uFYEUU-zyGDwb1gwI2Pesk2NSzE_VLxg1n6AnJrcXRp5i5GvFmcwkz2KmdUFEVQox9XKzlAFwAdqh7rOUOhWUXCpfaVmxFjtuoLTvZMGziuXAChda_s2k/s200/%2521cid__0614110759b.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div>So I guess we'll be taking down the baby bed soon and moving one of Dougie's bunkbeds upstairs. ***sigh*** My baby's growing up!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Love y'all!</div>Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9099611792192666085.post-90339682853752249592011-06-13T23:20:00.004-04:002011-06-13T23:42:42.915-04:00What day is it?Well, Summer is in full swing and we have been enjoying every minute. We were joking tonight because we were all confused on what day it was! Other than Sunday, our days are all pretty much the same.<br /><br />Eat breakfast<br />Play outside before it gets too hot.<br />Come inside because it's too hot.<br />Watch D*sney, N*ckelodeon or Sp*rts Center (if Dougie has the remote)<br />Eat lunch<br />Take naps (usually just the little boys, but sometimes Momma too!)<br />Play board games<br />Play on the computer<br />Eat supper<br />repeat any of the above activities!<br />Go to bed waaaay tooo late!<br /><br />We sure do miss not having access to a pool. But some friends in our church have offered theirs, so the kids and I are going tomorrow to swim! Yay!<br /><br />Tomorrow night we are taking the kids to an Augusta Greenjackets game. They are running a special this week, buy 1 ticket get 1 free! I think I enjoy going to the minor league games more than the big leagues.<br /><br />Later this week, we're going to ATL for a few days. Of course, we're all looking forward to that!<br /><br />I guess that's about it for now. I'll leave you with this picture. we actually did something productive today and cleaned out the van and washed it! Asher even helped out and yes, he's in his pajamas. It IS summer, y'all!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUvqvmVLN4YADS-sO3cA08iG9eK4dxUwMtbhropWXOQaloCbZuSzIvZ0LddD5N_s1NW6O9CJrUNAVfF0VgvMrlxiiHvAS-Vvm4cGTYhovCyyHB9gq_Alew9W51D3HE8yOOA42VH83uRY/s1600/%2521cid__0613111112.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617914711877482994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRUvqvmVLN4YADS-sO3cA08iG9eK4dxUwMtbhropWXOQaloCbZuSzIvZ0LddD5N_s1NW6O9CJrUNAVfF0VgvMrlxiiHvAS-Vvm4cGTYhovCyyHB9gq_Alew9W51D3HE8yOOA42VH83uRY/s200/%2521cid__0613111112.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Love y'all! Go eat some ice cream!Cherylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07365877790738634422noreply@blogger.com0