Sunday, October 28, 2007

Pumpkin Patch 2007

Our trip to the Pumpkin Patch

We made it over to the Pumpkin Patch in livermore. We had a great time. The kids were not interested in the huge corn maze this year, they just wanted to hang out with all the farm animals and search through ALL the pumpkins to find the perfect one. I think that Ava went through about 12 before she found the perfect one or actually we made her keep the last one that she touched. All in all it was another sucessful year at the patch. The "bigs" did inform us that they want to go to the corn maze at night and without the little ones. Boy are they getting brave.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Ode to Dman

I tried to get some updated pictures of D's hockey game but I cant get any good action shots. Mainly because I am the pscyho mom who is cheering from the stands and I cant take my eyes off the game long enough to mess with my camera.These are before the oakland vs. Tri valley game, and of course we won. Dman is such a great player. He has improved alot over the summer. The parents on the team have nicknamed him " scrappy" because he is the kid that will go fight for the puck in the corner and not care how many guys on the other team are diggin with him or how big they are. He may not be the one who scores all the goals but he is definetly the playmaker. His line can go out there and never get scored on and run that clock down. He can definetly tired the opponents out. Our officail season starts on saturday and believe it or not I am looking forward to it... GO BEARS !!!!
I hope that I never have to say this again, but today I sent my baby off to war. Dman left this morning for Civil War Camp. They will be staying over night at Angel's Island. He is so excited. I was until I realized that he isn't at grandma's or over at a friends house. He is out on an island were it is going to be cold and dark. My mother instincts have kicked in and I want to go be with him. Dad actually signed up for the field trip but it is a lottery ( all the dads want to go on this one) . He was the 2nd alternate and therefore didnt get to go. Dman looks great in his outfit. They made up their unit name and made patches, flags, saches and little sachels. Each unit ( 4 kids) have to do a night watch shift. Dmans is from 12- 1 tonight. Let actually get to carry around muskets and patrol the island. I cant wait for him to get home and tell us all about it. He comes home tomorrow at noon. I'll have him blog his experience. Im sure that he will be tired and hungry.

Soldier Boy

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Ode to Avarie

I could not help myself, I has to share these adorable pics of Ava. I go round and round with her at naptime. We both gave up on the idea and stopped fighting about it. But as you can see, I ended up winning !!!! I also added these pics from after our night at Libby lu. Ava had tons of fun and wanted to make sure I took a picture of her " krabby" hair. Anytime we have to fix her hair its because it looks " krabby".

Amber's 9th Birthday

Oh what fun....

Thursday was my Amby Girlie's 9th Birthday. We celebrated with a fun family dinner at none other than " Olive Garden". We all had a great time. We had lots of family there, awesome food ( never ending pasta bowls) and some ice cream cake. Friday night was her party with the " Girls" . We had pizza and then went to Libby LU to party harty !!! The girls were shy at first and did not want to dance, but we were able to convince them and they did the danced out in the mall before we left. Amber has 2 friends staying the night tonight. Either I am just used to all the hockey boys here or having a sleepover on a friday is much better than a saturday. The girls are so quiet and tired. I guess they have been up since 7 am to go to school. Anyhow, it has been alot of fun celebrating with her. Its still hard to watch my babies grow up. Thanks so much to Aunt Nelle and the girls, who hung out with us today and decorated the house soooo cute. Thanks to grandma and grandpa for everthing, all the help and the potato chips !!!
Sorry for the extremely long slide show....there were just to many cute pics !!

Thursday, October 4, 2007

I love a good story.......

Ok, so the last week or so have not been the best of my life. I have been a little overwelmed and stressed to say the least. I was staring off at my computer today checking on everyones blog's ( the only thing that I can do that wont talk back to me or cause me more drama ) and I came across Hilary ( williams ) and Tyler's. Not only is their son adorable but she posted this story. I love the way that the Holy Spirit works. I could not have read this story at any better point in my life. So, thank you Hilary for posting it and thank you to Kathy Vest, mother of 6 year old triplet boys,who wrote it. I don't think that you will know what an inpact it had on my day and outlook on my life......

I'm invisible. It all began to make sense, the blank stares, the lack of response, the way one of the kids will walk into the room while I'm on the phone and ask to be taken to the store. Inside I'm thinking " can't you see I'm on the phone?"

Obviosly not. No one can see if I'm on the phone, or cooking, or sweeping the floor, or even standing on my head in the corner. I'm invisible.

Somedays I am a pair of hands, nothing more: can you fix this? can you tie this? can you open this? Somedays I am not a pair of hands; I'm not even a human being. I'm a clock to ask, what time is it? I'm a satellite guide to answer "what number is the disney channel?" I'm a car to order, "right around 5:30 please."

I was certain that these were the hands that once held books and the eyes that studied history and the mind that graduated from college but now they had disappeared into the peanut butter, never to be seen again.

She's going, going, gone

One night, a group of us were having dinner, celebrating the return of a friend from England. She had just got back from a fabulous trip, and she was going on about the hotel she stayed in. I was sitting there, looking around at the others all put together so well. It was hard not to compare and feel sorry for myself as I looked down at my out-of-style dress; it was the only thing that I could find that was clean. My unwashed hair was pulled up in a clip and I was afraid I could actually smell peanut butter in it. I was feeling pretty pathetic when she turned to me with a beautifully wrapped package and said, " I brought you this."

It was a book on the great cathedrals of Europe. I wasn't exactly sure why she'd given it to me until I read her inscription, " to my friend, with admiration for the greatness of what you are building when no one sees"

In the days ahead I would read the book. And I would discover what would become for me, four life changing truths, after which I could pattern my work: No one can say who build the great catherdrals- we have no record of their names. These builders gave their whole lives for a work they would never see finished. They made great sacrifices and expected no credit. The passion of their building was fueled by their faith that the eyes of God saw everything. A legendary story in the book told of a rich man who came to visit the cathedral while it was being built, and saw a workman carving a tiny bird on the inside of a beam. He was puzzled and asked the man "why are you spending so much time carving that bird into a beam that will be covered by the roof? No one will ever see it" and the workman replied, " because God sees"

I closed the book, feeling the missing piece fall into place. It was almost as if I heard God whispering to me, " I see you. I see the sacrfices you make everyday, even when no one around you does. No act of kindness you've done, no seguin you've sewn on, no cupcake you've baked, is too small for me to notice and smile over. You are building a great cathedral, but you can't see right now what it will become."

At times my invisibilty feels like an affliction. But it is not a disease that is erasing my life. It is the cure for the disease of my own self-centeredness. It is the antidode to my strong, stubborn pride. I keep the roght perspective when I see myself as a great builder. As one of those people who show up at a job that they will never see finished, to work on something that their name will never be on. The writer of the book went so far as to say that no cathedrals could ever be built in our lifetime because there are so few people willing to sacrifice to that degree.

When I really think about it, I don't want my child to tell his friends that they bring home from college for thanksgiving " My mom gets up at 4am and bakes homemade pies and then she hand bastes a turkey for 3 hours and presses all the table linens" That would mean I'd build a shrine or monument to myself. I just want him to want to come home, and then if there is anything more to say to his friend, to add, " you're gonna love it there."

As mother's, we are building great cathedrals. We cannot be seen if we're doing i right. And one day, it is very possible that the world will marvel, not only at what we have build, but the beauty that has been added to the world by the sacrifices of invisible women.