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high heels to spit up spills: November 2011
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Sunday, November 27, 2011. My sweetest Derek,. Lil D, bitty, bitty tiny, bitters, punkin. Baby bear, lil. Der, Der-bear, punkin. Doodle, chubby bunny, chubbers. These are just some of the names that, you, my sweet boy have come to be known by in the last 365 days. I can't believe you are a year old. My last baby, is turning 1 year old. Not sure when that technical. Threshold is of when a baby turns into a toddler, but I am certain that you will never elevate above the "my baby" status. EVER! So please ex...
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high heels to spit up spills: May 2011
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Friday, May 6, 2011. Right now, I am not being a very good mommy. Today, was field trip day for the kindergartners. We went to the zoo and then to the park for a picnic. All I have to say. Needless to say, by the time I got everyone in the car, there were tears flowing from 3, almost 4, sets of eyes. Kasey didn't want to come with me, Dill didn't want to leave, and poor lil. Baby Derek couldn't wait to get home to his bed. So I hurried up and laid everyone down so I could look at the surprise.
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high heels to spit up spills: August 2014
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Monday, August 18, 2014. Friends, it has been approximately two years since I have even THOUGHT about writing on this blog. I will not get into all the details, but we are all now older and wiser and.cheerios still stick to my floors. Spiritual growth is not always fun either, but necessary for a full life, for joy. We also can see impossible things done through spiritual growth, as with physical capabilities. At 34, with 3 kids ages 3.5, 7, 10 I have found myself in the trenches of parenting, you kn...
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high heels to spit up spills: Conviction
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. I've been wresting with something. Something deep within my soul for some time. I know it's there. Lurking. Holy Spirit keeps whispering it to me. Discipline- To train oneself to do something in a controlled and habitual way. Confession time. I have been content to float along as the wind blows, doing what needs to be done as it comes up. Menu planning healthy meals for my family, eh.I'll get to it. That laundry pile on the end of my bed, eh, I'll get to it, but first Netflix!
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high heels to spit up spills: February 2011
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Friday, February 11, 2011. It has recently occured to me, sadly just now, that it is not going to get done unless I do it. It's just that plain and simple. When I was working outside the home, it was so easy to sit back and say, "I dont have time for that," or " I need to be spending my free time with my family." I do not consider these excuses. They were very valid reason for not re-organizing the closet or dusting the fan blades. Family time was and still is top priority. No more my friends! This parti...
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high heels to spit up spills: April 2015
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Sunday, April 19, 2015. I've been wresting with something. Something deep within my soul for some time. I know it's there. Lurking. Holy Spirit keeps whispering it to me. Discipline- To train oneself to do something in a controlled and habitual way. Confession time. I have been content to float along as the wind blows, doing what needs to be done as it comes up. Menu planning healthy meals for my family, eh.I'll get to it. That laundry pile on the end of my bed, eh, I'll get to it, but first Netflix!
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high heels to spit up spills: March 2011
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Wednesday, March 23, 2011. Now, y'all know I don't normally post twice in a week. I just don't have the time. But I just had a moment, a moment that I wanted to share and not forget. Coming to pick your brain for ideas. The job satisfaction comes from things like having a clean, or semi-clean in this case, house. Kids having full bellies of healthy food, and a husband who is happy to come back to his place of rest each night. These things don't often get vocalized. Tuesday, March 22, 2011. 2 Do you still...
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high heels to spit up spills: Words of Truth
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Monday, February 2, 2015. Once upon a time, I was a cheerleader. It was the one thing I could do well, I loved it. I studied it, craved it. My senior year I learned a life long lesson. Seventeen years later I still think of it often. That year, 1997-1998, was supposed to by MY year. I had paid my dues, put in my time, and worked hard. Was ready to take my team to the next level! New coach, new rules, new team mates. You don't need the title, to be a leader.". Don't wait for someone to tell you can do som...
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high heels to spit up spills: January 2011
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Monday, January 31, 2011. By the time we actually left it was an hour and a half later. The entire morning little Dillon talked about how yummy his pancake was going to be. We got to the restaurant and seated very quickly considering it was a Sunday morning. Got everyone sat and food ordered. Shortly after that this sweet "empty nester" couple was lucky (i use the word loosely) enough to get seated at the table next to us. They sat beside each other.who does that? Maybe they never had kids. To those of y...
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high heels to spit up spills: February 2015
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Monday, February 2, 2015. Once upon a time, I was a cheerleader. It was the one thing I could do well, I loved it. I studied it, craved it. My senior year I learned a life long lesson. Seventeen years later I still think of it often. That year, 1997-1998, was supposed to by MY year. I had paid my dues, put in my time, and worked hard. Was ready to take my team to the next level! New coach, new rules, new team mates. You don't need the title, to be a leader.". Don't wait for someone to tell you can do som...
