Of Girls, Grownups, and Get togethers

N decided that Miss E needed to be a present for her birthday! N set the bag up very carefully, filled the bottom with paper and placed Miss E inside. Here Miss E is working her way out of the bag.
N opening her gift from Grammy. Her first question was if she could use the backpack for school. She was disappointed when I told her no.

Miss E dug into her carrot cake. She didn't care much for the icing, but the cake was gone in no time!

Who can resist a face like this one?? I think somebody was ready for CAKE!

Getting in on the action! Just look at that grin!

The kids got to have a water balloon fight because N wanted party games and I only know girly party games... Besides, who doesn't love a good water balloon fight?

The kids did get a little bit wet while I was filling the water balloons. But most of that is from balloons being pitched.

First Day of Kindergarten!! I don't think she was too excited. Now though, she asks me if she can walk to her class all by herself. I let her because I want her to be excited about going instead of having a screaming fit because I want to walk with her.

4th grade already! Where has the time gone?? My baby is 10 and my newborn is 1. She has really enjoyed the school here. Most especially the fact that they do not change classes.

Miss Bri & Miss E before we moved. Miss Bri is a very sweet young lady who loved our children and they loved her back!

Miss Jenny & Miss Jessie. (Jenny is on the right) These 2 are the daughters of my friend Cathy who died in April. These are also 2 special gals!

I hope you have enjoyed these as I wade through the backlog of photos.

Of Butterflies and Beautiful Flowers

N had this butterfly land on her finger when we visited the Airlie Gardens with my youngest sister, Sarah. The girls enjoyed the visit to the gardens almost as much as they enjoyed being able to hang out with Aunt Sarah!

One of the African Daisies that N grew in a container in our driveway.

And the Zinnias that she had in the same container after we thinned them out. They grew to be about 3 feet tall. If you look closely, you will see the daisies in the lower corner of the container.

A close-up of one of N's zinnias.

And finally a magnolia at the Airlie Gardens.

Of Mulching, Moving, and Motorcycles

We had cleaned out the old mulch because first it was thin and second I kept getting splinters under my fingernails. But, to make things look pretty, we filled the back of the truck with mulch and shoveled it off into the beds.

The girl's room after it was packed.

This stack dwindled as the day went on.

And this truck was filled in just a few short hours.

But before we left, N drew a picture of her & Michael taking a motorcycle ride together.

shot records

Those pesky little things.

Every time my girls got shots, I'd get a copy of the up to date record. Well, as time goes by, I would also tend to lose the copy, even if I tried to remember to put it in the file cabinet.

Now, our former doctor's office (Naval Hospital) has a copy of those very important records. We have tried since Wednesday to get them to fax us a copy of N & A's records since they failed to include A's most recent shots and they also did not include N's shot records at all when they copied our medical records.

I was finally able to get a complete copy of N's shot record from her last school. I called the Preschool Office to get a copy of A's. The lady, who is known for not doing anything in a timely manner, said if the school here called and made the request, then she would fax them the record. I tried to stress the importance of having it done today since school starts on Monday. A can not start school without this one last piece of paper. (not to mention she is not feeling well tonight and may not be starting on Monday due to that)

Please pray that A's record is there on Monday and that she is feeling much better by tomorrow. N & E's parties are tomorrow.

AHHHHHH.....

Nothing beats the feeling of being back in your own bed.

Steering wheel or Spare tire?

I saw a thought provoking sign on the back of a truck this evening.

We were headed back to Rachel's house from our house when we encountered a major accident and were forced to make a u-turn. On the route we took to get to the interstate, we were stopped at a traffic light when I saw this sign. It said:

"Is God your steering wheel or is He your spare tire?"

What an incredible way to look at it.

Is God the one steering my life or have I stuck Him in the trunk to pull out in case of an emergency?