my little girl

Party pictures

 

A few photos from my family birthday party on Sunday.  

 

 

Carson and Greta Rebecca helping me blow out the candles.

                                          My new cycling bike for long distances.  YAY!
                           

                                              Greta Rebecca enjoying the ice cream cake

                                                       Two of my favorite people. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!

Dear Mommy,

On your birthday, I just want to say I love you and I will be your best friend always.  I will be your best sidekick.  You are the best mommy ever.  But most of all, I love mommy best.  And there are just tears.  I hope you can take me to the park and play.  Oh yeah, and I like the way that your house is made and I pray that one day I can get you some flowers.  The end.

Love,

Carson (aka Ohmee)

typed by Jonathan .  Word by word spoken from Carson

Hockey game in AC

wordless wednesday

How many pairs of shoes do you have?

 

The children below are lucky to have one pair of shoes which are either falling apart, three sizes to small or three sizes to big.  Thank you for the donated shoes.  You made someones feet happy.

 

 

 

Mama said there'll be days like this,

There'll be days like this Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)
Mama said there'll be days like this,
There'll be days like this my Mama said
(Mama said, mama said)

For those of you who really do not know me, I love song lyrics.  When someone talks or writes I try to find different song lyrics to their statements.  Anyway, today was a "Mama said there'll be days like this, Mama said"  I was in a pure funk, Carson and Cinderella are starting to get colds, Carson had multiple melt downs and Cinderella wanted me to hold her all day.  I normally do not mind the melt downs or holding Cinderella all day but today was not the day. 
The funk is starting to get the best of me.  As I have written about so many times before I dislike when it gets dark before 5:00pm, the trees being bare and layering the clothes on just to feed the horses.  So what is my funk called "Seasonal affective disorder" my physician said, "Gret, if you take X you will feel better; you struggle with this every fall/winter."  After giving it much thought, I am going to pass again this year on X.  Prior to being a Mommy, I used to come home from work, take care of the horses, shower, and was in bed no later than 7pm during the winter months.  Now I am forced to stay up and take care of the children.  I guess that is not a bad thing since I love being a Mommy. Well, I am going to take me and my funky self to bed :)

sign, sign everywhere a sign

Signs, Signs lyrics
And the sign said long haired freaky people need not apply
So I tucked my hair up under my hat and I went in to ask him why
He said you look like a fine upstanding young man, I think you'll do
So I took off my hat I said imagine that, huh, me working for you

woah!

Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign

And the sign said anybody caught trespassing would be shot on sight
So I jumped on the fence and yelled at the house, Hey! what gives you the right
To put up a fence to keep me out or to keep mother nature in
If God was here, he'd tell you to your face, man you're some kinda sinner

Sign Sign everywhere a sign
Blocking out the scenery breaking my mind


What do you think: Libya, the stock market, the Middle East and now the Twinkie....
Is that a sign?  Think about it.  Read your bible-

Wordless Wednesday

This boy

The other night I took Carson to the township recreation center for skating.  He thinks he is the stuff.  At first he was a bit shy but within minutes he was out there getting his groove on. 

I felt the earth move under my feet in Guatemala

What is that?  What is happening?  Can you make it stop?  These were the three questions that came nervously out of my mouth last Wednesday while in Guatemala.  Let me set the scene... it was a beautiful fall morning.  The sun was bright and the air was a bit on the cool side.  Jonathan, Becca, and I walked into the orhanage that had a distinct smell that brought back memories from months and years past.  As we walked closer to the children wards we picked up our step a little with excitement as we anticipated seeing the children.  After being greeted by the nurses and other volunteers on the ward we exchanged hugs and pleasant words.  We were eager to see our favorite children without saying anything to the others.  Some of the children have made great strides while other children are becoming more dependent upon the workers, their bodies twisted in ways I can not describe and some have gone on to heaven which is very bittersweet.  Fast forward a few hours, we were all feeding the children their mid-morning bottle and once again exchanging pleasant words to each other.  All the conversations that morning were very upbeat with light laughter in the air.  Bec was over in the older girls ward and Jonathan was seated in the chair feeding a child newer to the orhanage who was a very, very slow feeder.  As I finished feeding one of the little boys I started walking over to the desk to see who else needed to be fed when I felt this uncomfortable shaking.  For a split second I did not think twice about it because at times my sugar goes low and I get a little shaky.  But this was a different type of shaking, because it did not stop.  I looked at Jonathan and muttered out "What is that?" He had a stunned look on his face before he could get a word out of his mouth.  I looked at our friend Lesley and said in a very nervous voice "What is happening?" with nurses running in circles and their conversations loud and anxious.  Lesley replied in her British accent "Its an earthquake. Oh Crap!" The concrete walls were shaking, the tin roof was moving like a wave.  At first the nurses told us to get the kids out of the ward quickly and then they shifted thought and said keep them in place.  I was standing next to Jonathan asking him to "make it stop."  Many thoughts were flashing through my mind: my kids, what if the walls fall on us, how are we going to protect all these helpless children, and what if I die, how will they identify me.  During the course of this flood of thoughts the shaking of the ground intensified and I was freaking out inside.  A few minutes later which seemed like a few hours the shaking stopped.  I was frozen in place as the chatter in the ward became very excitable as the nurses and volunteers were sharing their fears.  The children did not seem bothered nor worried.  Bec proceeded back into our ward with a ghost white face and quivering lips. Bec was expressing her concerns and fears regarding the earthquake.  The rest of the staff were busy talking about the "after shock" which could be worse if and when it happened.  The remaining part of the day was shot for me.  Everywhere we went people were talking about their fears regarding the earthquake.  Furthermore, they were discussing the Red Alert the President placed on Guatemala because of the potential effects of an after shock.  We headed back to the hotel room to notify our family members that we were ok and there was no internet or phone service.  Needless to say, we were able to contact someone who was able to contact my parents regarding our well being.  As I look back on the 7.4 earthquake I realize that some things are completely out of my control and there is not a darn thing I can do about it.  That's not a good feeling!