Tonight is Jesus' Birthday party at First Baptist Church Corinth. Such a special day, I decided we would spend all afternoon at Meme and Big Daddy's. AND, to increase the specialness, we bought lunch at Wendy's; Nuggets and fries for kids; half size chicken BLT for me.
Then we drove to Big Daddy's, but there was no room to eat at the table since Meme has it decorated. So next door to Nana and Dad's we went!
Peyton chose to nap with Big Daddy (ha! he still isn't asleep two hours later) and TJ stayed to nap with Nana. I hope he is napping anyway.
Unfortunately, Peyton said words that his babysitters taught him. WE AND RT. Luckily, it was time for church.
Romans 12:12 "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;"
We are moving!
We are moving!
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Gasoline
No pictures. I was moving too fast for pictures.
I'll keep this short. Peyton and TJ were playing in the backyard this morning after lunch. Peyton got into 'the shed' of doom, and he came out with the gasoline for the lawn mower.
Shed door- does not close completly, therefore cannot be locked.
little brother- fun to terrorize
Peyton poured the gasoline on TJ's head.
I'll keep this short. Peyton and TJ were playing in the backyard this morning after lunch. Peyton got into 'the shed' of doom, and he came out with the gasoline for the lawn mower.
Shed door- does not close completly, therefore cannot be locked.
little brother- fun to terrorize
Peyton poured the gasoline on TJ's head.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Humbug
I'm not in the mood.
Life is too sweet to worry about getting in the spirit. Spirit of what I ask?? Fake happiness and joy. Nah
Joy is not for one season.
We are joyful in our daily house-ful of crazy. Where biting, crying, and screaming happen constantly; but I don't want to be anywhere else.
Happy Birthday, Jesus!! You, we adore.
Life is too sweet to worry about getting in the spirit. Spirit of what I ask?? Fake happiness and joy. Nah
Joy is not for one season.
We are joyful in our daily house-ful of crazy. Where biting, crying, and screaming happen constantly; but I don't want to be anywhere else.
Happy Birthday, Jesus!! You, we adore.
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