Sunday, August 3, 2008

Cute stuff - and some not as cute stuff.

We're back for good this time - at least for a while anyway.

The kids went with my parents to see my Grandmother - their Great-Grandmother - this weekend. They have just talked and talked about how much fun it was.
She has a peach tree, which had really juicy, ripe peaches on it this week. My Grandmother made my uncle save the peaches on the lowest branches for my kids to pick. There is nothing cuter than watching my kids when they have an important job to do - I am sorry I missed it. My son just couldn't get enough peach-pickin'. After they had filled a wagon to overflowing several times, he was asked to stop picking the peaches and he said, "I can't. My bones won't let me stop."

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In the car on the way to Arlington, Avery was singing and singing. We played kids music for most of the way and she was singing to herself. She sang, 'Do-Re-Mi-Mi-Mi. Do-Re-Mi-Mi-Mi.'
Jaron looked over at her in a really disgusted manner and said, "It's not 'Do-Re-You-You-YOU! It's Do-Re-ME-ME-ME!!!"
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Avery got some of those cheap Wal-Mart crocs before we left for vacation. They have since rubbed blisters on her feet. My mom said she walked over to her really sad and said, "Princesses don't get blisters on their feet and I have blisters on my feet. I guess I'm not a princess."
How sad is that?!
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Today Chris and I got to take our time travelling back from Austin. We drove to San Marcos and had lunch. Then we drove through Fredricksburg. I love Fredricksburg! We had a lot of fun because we got to make our own schedule, which really is rare nowadays.
We went to Wildseed Farms - which I totally recommend if you've never been.
We also got to have my favorite ice cream in the world - I like it better than vanilla, and that's saying something...
It's at the little homemade ice cream parlor in Fredricksburg and it's called Amaretto Peach Pecan. It is divine. Worth the drive. Go get some. :)

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On another note, when we got home, reality began to settle in.

I am not going to be working full time this year.
Our bank account is a very lonely place right now. Think empty cavern in which you could literally hear a nickle drop. And then bounce right back out.

I got a phone call from my husband's family and they told us that my sister-in-law has been admitted to the hospital for spinal meningitis. That's dangerous. Please pray. Her name is Nikki.

My dad is going to the hospital tomorrow to get some tests run. That bothers me. I worry about him - he's my daddy and I hate to think about him being anything less than completely well.

Since I am not working full-time next year, health insurance is still a major concern for me. I haven't had any for two years now - there are somewhat pressing health concerns that have come up - and I don't have insurance - nor does it seem like I will have for another year.

Money is the dumbest thing ever. Whoever thought of money needs to go eat worms.

I wish more than anything that I knew the answers to the hard stuff. I don't.
I know the One who holds tomorrow. That's enough.

4 comments:

mari said...

I love all the cute stuff. And when it comes to the 'not-so-cute' stuff, you're right. Sometimes all you can do is hold on to the fact that God is your daddy.

CG said...

Amen Sister! and you are a princess!

no_iffer said...

This might make you smile. I'm done with the pictures we got of the kiddos, but I haven't made a slideshow because I still want to try again since I was so unhappy with the lighting. So, if you want a cd of what I have so far, call! : ) There's one of avery, that, well is just too beautiful for words. Because she is!

kablot spot said...

My coworkers are very impressed with the beauty of my babies. I posted Jenny's picture on my desktop.

Three of them at different times said A looked like a baby Audrey Hepburn.

There were several comments about the dangerous effect of dimples like J's on women of all ages.

I had to convince them those kids were related to me. (Should I be offended?)