tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43870500395928780892024-02-20T17:29:00.765-08:00One of these days!Living a life as simply as we can. Learning to homestead, raise 3 boys, and deal with SPD.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-28985139096862850952013-05-03T06:31:00.001-07:002013-05-03T06:31:49.994-07:00So my last post was been awhile. So maybe this post should be, been a really long while. So much has happened in a year and half. Were to begin?<br />
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Lets start with Caleb. He's looking me in the eyes!!! Can this really be happening? 13, seems unreal. He will be an 8th grader next year. Caleb is my thinker. He's pretty quiet, well most of the time. Every once in awhile he talks none stop, and I try really hard to listen because he's actually talking. He loves to hunt and trap. He's into survival stuff, and wants to live in Alaska. (Moms praying not!) He's turning into quite the young man. He loves the Lord, and is very sure in how he wants to follow Him. He is making stands for his life that blows us away. We are so proud of him! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our little Levi. This is one amazing boy! He is overcoming so many things, it is truly amazing. He's in the 1st grade now and doing wonderful. He has a smile that will warm your heart in a second and </div>
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He still loves tractors and farming and says he will be a farmer when he gets older. He loves soccer and is really good at it. He is our hard worker. If you need anything done that requires heavy work, Levi is on the job. He makes us so proud in how he is doing. He brings to life that "All things are possible with God"<br />
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We keep very busy keeping up with our boys! Often we remind each other that we are on the same team. And there is no I in team. Its amazing how God put two people together who are complete opposites. But it works, and thats all that matters. Matt, still works at Grob, going on 22 years. He plays on the praise team at church, and adds a quiet example of a humble man to our body. He is really into arrow head hunting (Thanks Nate) and is getting into guns and hunting (again, thanks Nate) He enjoys gardening, which we do together. (something in common) I am so proud of him and all he does for us. He is a great husband and father! So that leaves me. I still like the same things. Gardening, reading, and scrapbooking. My life is going to change greatly in about 4 months when all 3 boys go to school. I'm looking forward to that time, but am very sad to see my boys all getting so big. I praise God that I have all 3 of them, and my husband. And pray that this new season will be filled with lots of learning and blessings. </div>
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3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-4634726182814277892011-10-14T05:06:00.000-07:002011-10-14T05:06:12.419-07:00Been awhileWell, its been awhile since I've been on here. This summer was fun but crazy. In June we went to see my sister-in-law and her family in Iowa. Our first family vacation! The boys did great! Words can not express how good it felt to take all of them somewhere. In July I braved all by myself and took the all the boys to Sauder's village. They loved it! I have to say I was pretty proud to do that all by myself. Caleb started 6th grade (My baby is getting so big) played soccer this fall and is enjoying hunting! Levi started kindergarten in a typical class room! Yes, you heard it! He is going to school and with out an IEP. Which is good and bad. But thankfully he has the best teacher. She has implemented sensory input for him through out his day. Now when he comes home, he has many melt downs. But its getting better. The best thing is that he is starting to read simple words, he is ahead of many other students and he is making friends. All things the Dr. told us he would probably never do. Boy would I like to take him back to all those Doctors and say "Look, there is hope and you don't tell a parent there is nothing you can do!" Gavin and I are enjoying our days together. He's such a funny little boy! Can't believe that he's 3 already, wish I could keep him this little awhile longer. <br />
Matt is still working 10 hour days and so tired when he gets home. We praise God for his job, just wish they would give them some brakes so he doesn't get so burnt out. I'm doing well, just trying to manage everything and keep my family going. I am very excited to say I'm going to be an Aunt 3 times in 2012! Can't wait to hold all those babies!!! I won't spoil them, haha. Hopefully I will keep up with this better, now that I have a little more time. Have a blessed day my friends!3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-42553614674679196462011-04-26T05:23:00.000-07:002011-04-26T05:23:35.514-07:00Thinking of Spring<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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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Who will love him for him? Not for what he has done or what he will become but his Mom. Me! I'm his Mom to cherish him, love him unconditionally, have patience for him, to care for him, to cheer him on, to hold him tight, to kiss him goodbye, tuck him in at night, cherish his words, adore his smile, appreciate his efforts, applause his work, pick him up, and love him just the way he is at just the moment we are in. I'm his Mom! No one else but me.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">My prayer right now is that God will give me strength to be all I can be for him and his brothers. Also I'm still a wife, my husband needs me too. I'm empty and only God can fill me. I'm his Mom and its time to rise up and be all I can be!</span></span>3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-27185398883192982602010-09-25T06:33:00.000-07:002010-09-25T06:36:25.964-07:00Homesteading<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7SYAHkXMFnlh9cu24wkd_LWz-zVEir8P5W1NZojQXn7zLJyLin0Bs8Nc3iGBXzhKkoXiEmTaX0tqcNFjImv162vBSztare169AXmZ3XUB2uY7NGVJXmdpyLXeUjYveYtII5UOHAGBkw/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy7SYAHkXMFnlh9cu24wkd_LWz-zVEir8P5W1NZojQXn7zLJyLin0Bs8Nc3iGBXzhKkoXiEmTaX0tqcNFjImv162vBSztare169AXmZ3XUB2uY7NGVJXmdpyLXeUjYveYtII5UOHAGBkw/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Well it has been a long time since I've posted again. We have been doing so many things! Gardening, Traveling (Yes, Matt and I went away for a weekend!), Canning, Soccer, and School. We have been busy researching on how to homestead. It is so cool, and we both feel so strongly about it. I've asked myself what does this really mean for us, homesteading. Isn't that what we already do? We live in a home and we make it work for us. But it is more than that! It's using the land that God created, tilling it, planting it, reaping from it. Its using natural things that God made for cleaning, power, and heat. Its cooking using the foods that God made. Its teaching our boys how to work, how to use their talents, and teaching them to enjoy the work that they do because they are doing it for a purpose. We are realizing that when we use our hands for the Lord in doing His work, it is rewarding. Its not a chore, its a joy! Do we struggle through it? Yes, because we have been corrupted by the things in this world. We are told quicker is better. Easier is better. More things in your house is happier. Bigger is better. But when the day ends and you put your head on your pillow, what do you remember? You remember all that you did, all that you accomplished that day. The people that brought a smile to your face. Homesteading is hard work, but we enjoy it. I think its because we did it! We used our strength, our muscles, our brains to do it. Not technology! Are we totally there yet? No, I still use my microwave. (That's my challenge for the week, Thanks Linda) We don't have chickens or a cow. ( We are thinking about the chickens) But we are working on it. And enjoying the process! Ok, I'll get off of my soap box. This is where we are at right now. Homesteading, think about it!<br />
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The top picture is where Matt and I went for our vacation. Amish Country!!! It was Great!!!!!!!!! We love it over there. So peaceful and calm. I could move there very easily! Now thats homesteading!3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-67034600067091701432010-08-17T05:51:00.000-07:002010-08-17T05:51:25.665-07:00Homemade BreadI love making homemade bread!!! I just wish I had more time to make it more often. I'll get there. It is so nice to know what is in there, lately I've been buying my bread and I want to cringe when I realize its been in there for a week and still looks and smells great. ( thought of you Linda!) So heres my recipe. It's not that hard it just takes time, but wait until you bite into the first piece!!!<br />
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1 tablespoon active dry yeast<br />
2 cups very warm water<br />
6 cups flour (remember not to use bleached flour, Your eating bleach, really you are)<br />
2/3 cup dry milk<br />
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder (remember to get aluminum free, health food stores carry it)<br />
1 1/2 teaspoons salt<br />
1/2 cup sugar<br />
1/2 cup oil<br />
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1. combine yeast and water, in small bowl, let the yeast set on top and set aside<br />
2. In a very large bowl, combine all dry ingredients, mix well<br />
3. Add oil to yeast and water mix slowly, than add to dry mixture<br />
4. Mix well with hands ( Make sure your hands are clean! LOL)<br />
5. After you have some sort of a ball in the bowl, put some flour on your working area, take ball out of bowl and continue mixing on surface. Push out with palms of your hand than fold sides to middle and repeat. This takes sometime to get used to, but you need to work it until you don't feel any bumps, You don't want to work it to much though.<br />
6. put in bowl and let rise for 45 min.<br />
7. take out of bowl and knead on surface (put flour down so it doesn't stick) Only kneed about 15 to 20 times.<br />
8. separate into 2 loaves put in lightly oiled bread pans. Let rise about 45 min. or when it is sticking up above your pan.<br />
9. Bake at 325 degrees for about 40 min. or until nice and brown on top. Bread will be a medium brown.<br />
10. Enjoy!!! <br />
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If this doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. Had a 5 year old needing everything but the kitchen sink.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-62669428650391395142010-08-13T05:49:00.000-07:002010-08-13T05:49:56.546-07:00Will it ever stop?These last two weeks have been so hard. Levi's sensory issues have gone through the roof! It seems like everything I try, makes him madder. He wants a squeeze but says it hurts. Wants a soft back rub and screams I'm hurting him. Won't eat certain foods, gags on drinking water, changes his clothes 3 to 4 times a day because they hurt him, is back to banging his head and rubbing it on the floor. Wants to be alone, but doesn't want me far away. I feel like our world has been turned upside down and inside out. I'm trying to stay calm and telling myself this usually lasts 2 to 4 weeks than it gets better again for awhile. But I am so tired. It's starting to really effect the other two boys. Gavin (our youngest) is starting to do some of these things now. He doesn't have SPD, he just sees his older brother do it so he thinks its normal. Right now the big question is if Levi should have his own room. It's tearing me up though, because that means Caleb will have to go down stairs or Gavin will have to go into Caleb's room. Oh, I wish things were different. I never thought my family would go through this. I really could go into a hole and sleep awhile.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-39682338299975305592010-07-26T05:36:00.000-07:002010-07-26T05:36:49.787-07:00So much going onThought I'd type a quick post. It's my birthday today! Not actually why I posted. We have had so much going on. This last weekend we said goodbye to Nick, Joy, Cade, and Ava. (Matt's sister and family) They moved to Iowa. I can't express how much we are going to miss them. This is now the 3rd closest person that has moved away from us in the last 6 years, 2 being in the last year. You don't realize how much time you spend with someone until there gone. I know that we will see them and thankfully we have phones and the internet to keep in touch. But there is nothing like sitting face to face sharing a meal or COFFEE with a dear friend. Also Matt and I have been really thinking about living more simply. This last week I got rid of most of my plastic products in our kitchen. Wasn't as hard as what I thought it would be. The worst part was when Matt said " Hey, those are my favorite cups!" LoL, leave it to Matt to complain. So I traded the boys for his. We are having some other thoughts too, but can't say just yet. We are very excited about it, so we'll see what happens. Well, better go clean the house. It doesn't just happen on its own.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-12731291668297019312010-07-17T05:13:00.000-07:002010-07-26T05:37:58.351-07:00My little guy is 5!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfVN2x3UISYmibS4E5YajUtysQuCn-OFXZ8vVduS4VIurbLeetTXHZkg_h5VgBtIjYayGcbV65awKTJ289EYKLuU-bizGYLV8p3WOn1JEAamRmGUVqUH7IQMZ1vHXg01QyhNgiy90hg8/s1600/DSC05422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfVN2x3UISYmibS4E5YajUtysQuCn-OFXZ8vVduS4VIurbLeetTXHZkg_h5VgBtIjYayGcbV65awKTJ289EYKLuU-bizGYLV8p3WOn1JEAamRmGUVqUH7IQMZ1vHXg01QyhNgiy90hg8/s320/DSC05422.JPG" /></a></div>Today is Levi's 5th birthday! Words cannot express all the feelings that go into this day. It is amazing how your mind can replay things from 5 years ago. From the 8:00 a.m. call saying that he is being born, to the 10:00 a.m. call saying that he's here! The feelings of not being there to hold my son, horrible. I ached to hold my baby. The call when we are an hour away saying the Birth Mom has changed some things and she wants to meet us first. Then she'll tell us if we can see our baby. To walking into the hospital meeting the foster Dad for the first time. The time of meeting the birth Mom, and knowing that God was leading us and holding me up. Hearing her say we could go see OUR baby now! Walking into the room, meeting our foster Mom and our baby's Aunt for the 1st time. And then the best moment! Having Sandy place little Levi in my arms and hearing her say "Levi, meet your Mommy" (I'm crying right now and can't see the screen) Seeing Matt's face, as he looked down at his new son and trying to hold back his tears. Watching Caleb stroke Levi's forehead and saying "I'm a big brother now". Having to leave the hospital with my baby there, after just holding him for 20 minutes. Heart wrenching. The feelings of going to a new house and staying with people we didn't know, but knowing that we had just meet 2 very special people that would help mold us and change us forever. Realizing that we had to stay in Green Bay for 33 days, and Matt having to go back to Ohio to work. Leaving me with our 5 year old and a new baby that was going through detox. Thank the Lord I had Dennis and Sandy! The day that we walked into the court room and had to face the birth parents and agree to raise him as our own. Words can't describe that feeling. Giving the Birth Mom a hug, and telling her thank you for giving us such a precious gift. Priceless. And finally, kneeling down by the couch begging God for that phone call saying we could bring our baby home. But knowing that we had to leave our new family behind. Our foster parents became our family why'll there, and I will forever be greatful to them! Those are the feelings that go into this day. The day that God placed our precious son into our arms to love forever. We love you Levi John! You mean the world to us. You may not have come from Mommy's belly, but you came from God's hands. And He lovingly placed you in our arms and our hearts this day 5 years ago. Happy Birthday, Little Love!3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-69985968405088900272010-07-13T12:10:00.000-07:002010-07-13T12:10:41.678-07:00Our Story<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorY1YpXJ075gqgvTtc5ivAOsS9t9IQJ8XtE2U3vyunyRWWl5SnWXbjpp6FWdIoL7nJf0QCGMMxV1l2KxaRWpskX406vWzJ-8vUzeAwHL7m_TLZjMERLFD-p27FhLXOrG0XULc4ViuMWo/s1600/DSC05499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjorY1YpXJ075gqgvTtc5ivAOsS9t9IQJ8XtE2U3vyunyRWWl5SnWXbjpp6FWdIoL7nJf0QCGMMxV1l2KxaRWpskX406vWzJ-8vUzeAwHL7m_TLZjMERLFD-p27FhLXOrG0XULc4ViuMWo/s320/DSC05499.JPG" /></a></div> I've been wanting to put down our story, but it's such a long story that I haven't taken the time. Until now. Matt and I were married in 1997, and had everything planned. Married 2 years then start our family. Well, two years came and went, no baby. Finally in 2000 we had our first son Caleb. Now, we wanted to have another one in two years. Well, again two years came and went. We were told that I only had a 10% chance of ever having any more children. CRUSHED, was the word. There is a very long story with all of this, so I'll skip that part and go to the next part. In April of 05 I had a dream that "a young lady was pregnant and wanted to give us her baby boy when he was born." Now if you've ever gone through this, you know that you have dreams often about getting or finding a baby. So we ignored that dream and decided to get rid of all our baby stuff, and that we were ok with having one son. The morning of our garage sale I received a call from a lady at our church. She said that her pastors from Green Bay had called them a while back and told them of a young lady that was pregnant. They wanted to know if they knew anyone who wanted to adopt. After praying, they thought of us. The baby boy was to be born in 8 weeks and if we were interested we could adopt him. Well, we felt that this was the right thing to do. Many other things went into this but it would take a book to write it. In July, the day after my only brothers wedding we got the call that the baby was on the way. Words cannot describe how we felt! So after a 9 hour drive. We met for the first time, the foster parents (that we would stay with) and our little Levi. He was adorable!!! We were told though that this was a very healthy pregnancy. Well, when we got there and talked with the nurses we were told that he was neurologically under developed. The Mom did not take care of her self and took in harmful things. (Won't go there) Ok, short version. We were there for 33 days, and we'll just say it wasn't easy. But I thank God all the time that I had the best foster parents ever!!! They truly became my family. I also made a very special bond with Levi's aunt while there. We still stay in contact today. As Levi grew we realized that something was not right. AT 1 1/2 he still was not sleeping through the night, actually getting up 6 to 8 times. He would run into walls face first and not cry, actually he ran into things or came short from diving into things often. He would bang his head over and over on the door handles, tile floor, any thing hard. He left bruises but never cried. He didn't play, just followed me around and honked like a goose. He would have fits of rage, run around with no purpose and hurt us often. We finally contacted the Help Me Grow program in our county. Thank the Lord for them!! We got him enrolled and our journey continued. His OT believed that he had SPD and speech problems. At 2 1/2 he could only say Mom. So we went to a Developmental Specialist. They were more concerned about his speech than anything and we didn't get much help. So I took matters into my own hands and started researching. Everything I read about SPD was describing my son. But our pediatrician kept on saying he had autism. I found so many resources, and wrote my own report for my family so they could understand what was going on. Some of them did not understand and thought we just weren't strict enough with him. Boy, were they all surprised when I handed them my report and said, "here read this". It helped so much. They all started helping once they understood. I came across the book by Jenni McCarthy and said "oh, my here we go". We started him on the Gluten free diet and within 3 weeks he was starting to talk. Now I know that this doesn't help all, but if you give it a really good shot you may see some difference. Behaviors seemed to lesson a little, but not as much as we wanted or needed. So the OT and I decided to do some serious therapy. She came into our home and we set up stations throughout the whole house. Proprioceptive, Tactile, Oral, and Vestibular. (Please understand, I live in the middle of a bean field. There's not much out here. So to get this kind of help was amazing!) We looked like a big therapy room. Every hour I did therapy in proprioceptive, and tactile, every two hours oral and vestibular. So pretty much all day long. Thankfully my husband is great with his hands and made a lot of things for him. We couldn't afford to buy it. He did really well if I could keep up with it, and keep to a very routine schedule. But I burnt myself out and starting getting sick. Oh, did I mention that I was pregnant at this time. Ya, in July of 07 I got pregnant. 7 1/2 years after Caleb. Thankfully I have great family and friends and they all started pitching in. Gavin, our third son was born in March of 08. And two weeks before that Levi was diagnosed with SPD and PDD-NOS. I won't type what I thought about all of that. Now today, we have the PDD-NOS removed and only have SPD. That's enough though. They are concerned with Impulsive disorder and Bi-poler. So now we continue to do therapy, watch Levi's diet (and ours), and pray. Levi is doing much better! We did do many other things along that time. But honestly my hand hurts from typing. I'll share all that at another time. So today I have 3 very special boys. I call them all my little miracles, and praise God every day I have them. Am I tired? YES!! But content.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-15161713273691326852010-06-30T07:32:00.000-07:002010-06-30T07:32:09.884-07:00Mommy will you squash me?I think I hear this question everyday and on days like today, maybe 5. Already this morning he has asked for this. Every time he asks me to lay on him I think, I hope no one is watching. How can so much pressure feel so good? If something heavy is on me I feel like I'm going to suffocate. But he loves it! This morning he asked for his weighted blanket, (the little one he said) after putting that on he asked for the big one. "On top of the little one" I asked. "Ya, that will feel so good" Ok, so I did. He smiled than said "can you lay on top"? Oh, my goodness!!! He melted ( didn't really lay on him, I was afraid to hurt him). These are the things that amaze me! How can this make his brain work? How can this pressure open up that jam in there? Thankfully it does! I wonder if he will out grow this? He's going to be a tall boy. I can only image my 6 foot boy asking me to squash him. For goodness sakes, he will be able to squash me! Thankfully my mother-in-law makes his weighted blankets for us. Well, my little boy. You just keep on asking to be squashed and Mommy will keep on squashing you.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-17398229998030010612010-06-28T19:21:00.000-07:002010-06-28T19:26:50.051-07:00My Children's Dad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCnSah9C7WwTz3xeYlJEE2MlC1ECnFOqpaQATLzPPfMgS58A3KzB3eF-rhw0leI3xpzIveo_Nu2wy9NU2O_A7pqCMc0HMPrcM7xgjAsivW-w4C_2wkLVq4lp8GJpUtuOLioS8j0rNpj0/s1600/DSC05426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUCnSah9C7WwTz3xeYlJEE2MlC1ECnFOqpaQATLzPPfMgS58A3KzB3eF-rhw0leI3xpzIveo_Nu2wy9NU2O_A7pqCMc0HMPrcM7xgjAsivW-w4C_2wkLVq4lp8GJpUtuOLioS8j0rNpj0/s320/DSC05426.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>My children's Dad is the greatest! He just happens to be my husband of 13 years. Have you ever thought that they have it easy? They get to go to work and we get stuck at home with the kids. We have to deal with the issues everyday, all day. It is at times like this though when I stop and think about what he all does, and I am amazed. How my husband can get up 5 days a week at 3:45 a.m. and drive about 40 min. to work and give his company his very best. He doesn't just stand around, he uses his brain and muscles all day long. The part that amazes me the most is, when he comes home. After working about 10 hours, than driving home he opens the door with a smile and says "how was your day?" The boys go running to him yelling Daddy, and demanding his immediate attention. I'd say close to everyday he gives them a hug and talks with them about their day. He has to deal with the issues as soon as he comes home. No time to chill. Levi needs Daddy touch and Daddy ears. Matt is learning right along with me on what our boys need, especially Levi. He doesn't get upset when I ask him to tackle with Levi or give him bear hugs. When I quietly tell him it's been a BIG SENSORY DAY, and to give Levi some slack. Ya, there are days that he needs time to just chill in front of the computer for a little while, but I can bet that he will be up and doing things around the house and giving our boys attention before too long. I want to honor my husband for what he does. He is a hard working man that doesn't ask for much. He loves us completely, and with no strings attached. Thank you Matt for being a great Dad to our boys and for being my constant support. I could not do what I do everyday without you. I love you so much!3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-72558627455395668762010-06-23T12:14:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:44:34.351-07:00Dare I even say<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Dare I even say</span> that we are having a decent day. It always scares me when I think this, because you never know what is coming. But honestly it hasn't been to bad. Gavin actually went down for his nap without his "B". Well, he cried for 15 minutes, but hey that's better than yesterday. Levi got a little scared of the storm, only cried for about 5 minutes with no big meltdown. Caleb actually played with his brothers for about 1 hour!! Now, do you see what I mean about <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Dare I even say</span>? These are the times that we should cherish and not walk around waiting for something to happen. I know that, but when you walk in our shoes, that feeling is just there. It is amazing how often we think something but that phrase "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">dare I even </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">say</span>" comes in and we stop. Some day, I will beat that phrase and I will be able to say when its been a good day. And better yet, know that tomorrow will be better too!3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-78088286059036320332010-06-22T12:14:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:40:19.121-07:00My Sensational Boy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">I've been doing a lot of research again on SPD and I am really hoping to find a support group on line that can help me out. The more we walk through this journey the more I see that I need support for what I do every day. I would like to talk with other Moms that do what I do. Levi is a sensational kid, with so much going for him. He just needs help getting out of that box that he seems to live in. That box that holds him in and only lets him see light every once in awhile. I feel like we have a couple of flaps open, and trying to pull open the others. We will get there, but we have to understand what is going on and how to get the family through until then. I will keep searching to help my sensational boy. And when we do, the whole world will know that Levi is out of that box.</span></span>3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-88731087648536070762010-06-15T13:29:00.000-07:002010-06-15T13:31:47.243-07:00Trying it again!WEll, quick post. I'm going to try this again and see if I can write more often. Already been bothered, write more later.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-79412040490230462092009-12-27T18:49:00.000-08:002009-12-27T19:15:04.732-08:00What to write<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;">I have been sitting here for the last 1/2 hour complaining. It was so bad I erased it and I'm starting over. So what do I write about now? I could write about the cat scaring me this afternoon when it came down our hallway from the bedrooms. We open the window because it gets to hot in here with the stove. It likes to jump in. So apparently it did when know one was looking and was taking in the sights of the house. I could write about Gavin putting snow on my toes when I wasn't looking. Ya, the window was open again! I was sitting there reading a good book and HAAAA! something very cold hit my toes. It was Gavin putting snow on them from the window. He thought it was hilarious!! Or I could write about Matt and I hitting our heads on the fan that hangs from our doorway between the living room and dining room. Ya, thats how we get the heat to the back of the house. But it hangs down so low that we hit our heads if we are not paying attention. Lets see, what else could I write about?! (thinking) - - - - - -- Oh, ya I could write about our stove!! It is going well. A few glitches, like it getting 84 in the living room. Having the window open and the cat getting in. Having the snow blow in the window. (Good entertainment for the boys though) We can get it started pretty good now. The best thing is we haven't had to run the furnace yet! We are really hoping that, that continues. So I guess I did find something to write about!! </span>3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-83661112601006603262009-12-10T04:28:00.000-08:002009-12-10T04:48:11.393-08:00Christmas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34b2GMNJodS-rHO9WsSfMkaggGHj0oWgyubcKmgTNMZ3LISqln_jx_j_zzQeAXn7eoXE_AFrra7IeT7eRyB3q4j333iNwRH1YyeF5ipPX9tUn9YiFUiL1NgKVaj61VXr0_5l2G4f-Sg8/s1600-h/DSC04726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34b2GMNJodS-rHO9WsSfMkaggGHj0oWgyubcKmgTNMZ3LISqln_jx_j_zzQeAXn7eoXE_AFrra7IeT7eRyB3q4j333iNwRH1YyeF5ipPX9tUn9YiFUiL1NgKVaj61VXr0_5l2G4f-Sg8/s320/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413583631164342642" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;">Christmas!!! It's Christmas!!! I love christmas!!! Now last year I did not. We didn't put up a tree, I was grumpy, and there was no snow. But this year I am so excited!! The boys can't wait either. Actually if it was up to me, we would do Santa this weekend! LOL!! But really, I think that I feel the wonder of it all this year. Levi is so into Santa, but he is also asking so many ?'s about Jesus and "how are we going to send him a gift". Kids are God's gift to us parents to keep us on our toes! How do we send gifts to Jesus? Have you ever thought of that? Really, we know the answers love people, give gifts to the needy, seek God. But do we, as adults really get that? No, I don't think we do. We think that gifts have to be big and expensive. Wrapped in pretty paper and bows. We are embarrassed if our gift isn't as nice as someone elses. We love on the people that we want to love on, because others are just to much work. We give to the needy at stores, but not like we should. Why, why do we do these things? I think it is because we don't fully know the love of God. And that being because we don't take the time. We get wrapped up in OUR lives, that we forget about others. What makes us the happiest? I think we should think about that ?. Than take that and do it for others. I love presents!! Unwrapping those pretty packages!! LOVE IT! So, I am going to think of a way to do just that, and not to my family, to someone else. Who, I don't know. It may be someone at Walmart! LOL that would shock someone! Actually that might be an awesome idea!! Hopefully they don't think it is a joke! Well those are my thoughts this Christmas season. How can I give a gift to Jesus? Thanks Levi! Keep mommy thinking! Merry Christmas everyone! May you get the love feeling, this year and carry it on into the next.</span>3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-61114857526605926362009-12-06T15:55:00.000-08:002009-12-06T15:58:35.127-08:00Oh, I have lost my head!It just took me over an hour to figure out my email and password for this thing. Sometimes I really scare myself! It is all wrote down so hopefully that won't happen again. My little world has been so full of things that I don't quite know where I am or who I am. Actually I am so frazzled right now I can't think. I will type more latter.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-77125497142080567812009-10-11T07:37:00.000-07:002010-06-28T10:45:39.883-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhon-CbSw5JPJJe_4KSuAjhBqH7R6il2qKd0A1ks1jZeEu6cXQI8faFnbjX5qYaOoOLQPX3KDFg2PxcYHaD0JLFmNmVEZkJ5C55zbTptVVqoYQJrqCjHxv4DZJXbk1755Z-qoxyM012EVI/s1600-h/DSC04506.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391351814726675186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhon-CbSw5JPJJe_4KSuAjhBqH7R6il2qKd0A1ks1jZeEu6cXQI8faFnbjX5qYaOoOLQPX3KDFg2PxcYHaD0JLFmNmVEZkJ5C55zbTptVVqoYQJrqCjHxv4DZJXbk1755Z-qoxyM012EVI/s320/DSC04506.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 240px;" /></a>3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-80460118828181219362009-10-11T06:42:00.000-07:002009-10-11T07:46:20.862-07:00Half-PintWell, it's Sunday morning and I'm home with Caleb and Gavin. Caleb has a cold, so it's a great time to put down some thoughts. <div>Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I would love to burn and chop wood. Oh, ya! OOH,OH,OOH! (Tim the tool man grunt) I chopped some wood this morning! We needed kindling. So I went out in my skirt, tennis shoes, and an axe. And I chopped some up. It was great!!! Caleb was scared, he said Moms don't do that kinda thing. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Half-Pint</span> did and so can I. You know, I don't want to be a women that can't do anything for herself. I'm a wimp when it comes to pain, so why not be manly when I can. It's a great way to let off some steam. So if you want a good laugh drive by and you may just catch me chopping. The axe only got stuck in the ground once! I thought that was pretty good. The fire starting thing is going good too. I can get a pretty good fire going and don't need much paper. OOh, Oh, OOh! Ok this is sounding pretty prideful. Sorry, but I really enjoy this new adventure. Now ask me again in the middle of winter and it might be a different story. </div><div>When I think of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Half-pint</span>, I think of how their lives where back then. They never knew when something might happen, so they where always prepared. We don't live in wood cabins, or a soddy house, but we do live in difficult times. So I feel, that I should do what I can now, to learn how to take care of my family. If it's by starting a fire, chopping wood, canning, or making homemade bread. ( I love to make homemade bread!) Or even learning something else, I'm willing if it benefits my growing and my family. We should always be growing and learning. To sit idle is lazy. Proverbs 13:4 says " Lazy people want much but get little, but those who work hard will prosper." Isn't that what we should strive for. The people in the pioneer days, worked and worked. They where fulfilled in what they did because it mattered. What we do matters! What I put my hand to matters to my husband, the boys, our home, and to our family and friends. I matter! Back in the pioneer days if you didn't work you didn't survive. You did not make it and neither did your family. So I want to be a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Half-Pint</span>. Work hard and see the accomplishments. </div><div>Well that's my soap box for the day! Make a fire! Chop some wood! Bake some bread! It feels good and it matters! </div><div>Modern day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Half-Pint</span></div>3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-31744013590568111912009-09-30T12:21:00.000-07:002009-09-30T12:32:07.087-07:00Well, what can I say. It has been very busy around here. There is not much time to do anything extra. My days are filled up, from the time I awake, until I go to bed. At this very moment Gavin and Levi are sleeping( which is very rare for LJ) Caleb should be home any minute, supper is on the stove, laundry is waiting to be folded, and my tomatoes are thawing in the sink to can. And here I am typing on the computer, not good! Tonight we have to pick more tomatoes because it is going to frost. I am sick and tired of tomatoes! Then my husband informs me that he wants to plant 20 plants next year. OH, MY, GOSH! I think he will be canning them. LOL!! Well I know that this is not very interesting but it's all I got for the day. Hey, I wrote, right? Hopefully to write more soon.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-83582230209133495602009-08-28T11:14:00.000-07:002009-08-28T12:28:44.999-07:00Another Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYwxLxB2Nmi0NtYqqD6go0-_C4y9dalZKQDUKHq9vyIfo_tBvOuNg_RY9OXAJf5BwUIThr6lkepJO4LZX5CeFZMvaHv103xCdOx1xUwYiSQPJUjbjag9SCdFgaJsPZgxk7B3XX-UKJG8/s1600-h/DSC03793.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOYwxLxB2Nmi0NtYqqD6go0-_C4y9dalZKQDUKHq9vyIfo_tBvOuNg_RY9OXAJf5BwUIThr6lkepJO4LZX5CeFZMvaHv103xCdOx1xUwYiSQPJUjbjag9SCdFgaJsPZgxk7B3XX-UKJG8/s200/DSC03793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375098749630656562" /></a><br />Have you ever said "I will do it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">another day</span>,Or I'll start it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">another day</span>?" So often I wish to speed up time. So I don't have to deal with all the trials of the day. I wonder why my children have to test me so often, why Levi can't just take a good nap(like right now), why Gavin has such a horrible temper, and Why Caleb's mouth is so sassy. (Levi is out of bed again) But then I am reminded that this is only a season, tomorrow is <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">another day</span> and it will change. The boys will grow up, become men, and leave the house. And I am sure I will wish for these days back again. Maybe, LOL!! It is amazing how in our heads we can imagine perfect days and lives. Make up this perfect house and family. And then make ourselves so disappointed when it doesn't come to pass. I want to be content with where I'm at and with what I'm doing. To wake up with a smile and enjoy my children. There is a quote from Emery Pottle that says "One is given many chances to be a man; one can be a boy but once." I think I need to remind myself of that daily. These boys need to learn, explore, have crazy adventures, and have fun. But they also need guidance, and discipline to grow into Godly men. How is a Mom to do that? How are we to guide them to their future? I think by not demanding to much of them, by loving them for who they are and not what I want them to be. By stop putting so much pressure on them when they do wrong and guide them and show them by example, of how to be. (That is so funny, the one thing I struggle with, is my temper and wanting things done to perfection. Anyone see my house lately! Well God, work on me first then, so I can get this right) I don't want <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">another day</span> to go by with this thought of perfection. Of thinking that my boys need to act better or do things exactly how I think it should be done. I want them to do their best and for me to do mine, but not let it take my enjoyment of life away. I always say "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Another Day</span>", I'll always start <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">another day</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Another day</span> goes by and I don't start. Well hopefully that will change, and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">another day</span> won't go by with me thinking perfection, but of enjoyment.3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387050039592878089.post-60385244001446872872009-08-27T18:02:00.000-07:002009-08-28T09:41:49.272-07:00What am I doing?Well, I thought that this would be a great tool! Tool for what, I don't know yet. But there are so many days that my thoughts go on and on. I just need to do something with them. So here I am blogging! (Hope your happy Dad, I finally did it!) My days are so full with busy boys, meals, cleaning, staying sane, and trying to keep peace that I just don't have much time for me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, though I want to look back and say I did my best. I poured everything I had into my family and look what came from it. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, I want my kids to call me blessed. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, I want to help someone with a child with ADHD or Autism. Help them to have the courage and energy to go on. To be that encouragement that is so needed for us Mom's that go through this. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, I want to sit on my porch with my husband and look at our family that is serving the Lord. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, I want to have time and energy to Dance. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, I will wake up with a smile and a peaceful home. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> these days,</span> I want my God to say well done my faithful servant. You persevered, asked for wisdom instead of riches, and praised me, through your storms. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">One of these days</span>, I want to see my Savior face to face! 3boyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14235625031871493460noreply@blogger.com0