Thanksgiving 2010

This is a picture of our Thanksgiving table this year.  It's not "finished", but I had a spare moment so I figured I better take a picture while I can/have time.  It's now the-day-after-Thanksgiving and I'm perusing the internet, looking for some good deals.  Can't find much I'm interested in.  Baby is on my lap, trying to eat the power cord (don't worry, I'm removing from his reach as we speak!).  I'm reflecting on all that has happened this year and how blessed I am.  I just can't help to feel overwhelmed by how good God is.  And I can't help but remember the scripture that reads "You meant it for bad, God meant it for good".  It just speaks to me.  No matter what is going on in our lives, how bad we might think things are, or how people may offend us/sin against us-- how tragic things may seem-- God is GOOD!  All things good come from above.  And although we may not always know His reasons, we can trust that if we believe in Him, he will definitely take care of us.  I have to remind myself sometimes... this life is only a short stepping stone to the one after :)

November 13, 2010

Well, it's now undeniable. Uninevitable. Un....summer? Yes, here in the land of 10,000 lakes we can't escape from the white stuff. But... who would want to? At least, not yet. The first snow fall is so beautiful, so surreal. The way it sticks to the trees making them beautiful dark extensions outlined in white. And the kids... oh how the kids LOVE the first snowfall. They wake up early, run to the window and hollar, "Mom, mom! It's snowing out!" Their eyes light up and their smile is from cheek to cheek. I remind them they need to eat breakfast before going outside. Before you can blink an eye, the empty cereal bowl is going in the dishwasher and snow gear is flying left and right. Boots, hats, mittens, scarves, snowpants... all were ready a day or two before in anticipation of this glorious moment. It's probably the one and only time of the winter that I DON"T have to ask if they would shovel the sidewalk-- they just do it on their own because they are so excited.
The snow is still coming down... going to enjoy this while it lasts.

Grandmas

This is not my Grandma.  This IS my mom.  Who is a Grandma.  And a pretty darn good one, at that.  This is her youngest grandson, who happens to be my youngest baby.  Look how she's looking at him.  Enjoying every minute of him.  That's because she knows she gets to give him back to me and send us home later so she can enjoy her sleep and peace and quiet.  And freedom.  And I guess she deserves that.  She has paid her "dues".  Being a grandma must be lots of fun.