Hi,
Just a couple weeks ago, we took a trip to Florida! Our condo was very spacious for our whole family. We had a porch that had a great view of the parking lot:) We would regularly go to the pool almost every day! The pool had a twisty water slide. There were a couple of adults that would go on it. It all depended on how you sat whether you would go fast or slow. You would have to sit up to go slow and you would lie down to go fast. It was fun to get shot out of the slide! There was a work out area right by the pool.
There was a ping-pong table, tennis court, basketball court, & a volleyball court at the resort. It was in the high seventies--very comfortable compared to Michigan. We were all wearing short sleeved shirts and capris.
Daddy, Rebekah, and Elijah went to the Nascar races while we were there. They said that they were awesome! They also said that the hot dogs were a foot long! Mom , Isaiah, Jude, and I all stayed at the condo. We had a fun time there playing on the playground, relaxing by the pool, and playing cards. The playground had a big checker game with pieces as big as pizzas!
There was a movie theatre there too. You would tell the store owner the movie you would like to put in and the time you would want it to show. We put in "Horton Hears a Who", and "WALL-E". We enjoyed watching them very much.
Since then I had my 11th birthday! I had my Aunt Julia and my Uncle Dan over for my birthday, and my cousins Grace, Danny, and Timmy. We had green bean casserole with hamburger & lemon cake with vanilla frosting. I got a Paint -by-number kit, and a foil paint by number kit,& a bike! Elijah gave me a Slinky and Isaiah gave me a book light for the van. I had a very fun time!
2.16.2009
2.05.2009
Too Much Coffee
Well, I drank two delicious cups of coffee at Bible Study tonight and now I feel like Twitchy the Squirrel. For a long time I tried to lie in bed very quietly so as not to disturb Jamey, who has to be up in just a few hours. I watched the green bars flicker on the baby monitor. I stared at the eerie orange light in the upstairs window across the street and tried to make up a story about it. I prayed for just about everyone I know, and made a mental checklist of everything I need to pack for our trip to Florida on Saturday.
I was so still and quiet that I woke Jamey up and that is why I am now upstairs blogging.
First, I would like to talk about Facebook. All I wanted to do there was catch up with the Biles family. They mentioned on their blog that most of their updates were on Facebook, and since a number of our other friends are also on that site, I figured I would give it a shot. But after tonight, I can safely say I will not be going there ever again. (At least not by myself.)
So here's what happened. After I found the Facebook site, this happy, blue screen popped up and asked me who I am. So I answered and the next thing I knew, I had an account open and all kinds of people were asking to be my friends. So I accepted them out of politeness, and then a bunch more faces popped up, and then I was supposed to ask them permission to be their friends, and it all started to feel like a 7th grade slumber party, and I couldn't even find the Biles so I left.
But now I am wondering if my account is still open. What happens if people I know see my name in there and ask to be my friend and I never respond? What kind of rude legacy have I accidentally created? I really think there should be warnings on Facebook so that technologically impaired people do not wreak havoc among their friends and acquaintances. Or at the very least, friendly chaperones could be available to walk us through the pitfalls and minefields. It is this kind of danger that kept me out of the computer labs in college. My trusty word processor was limited in function, but at least it never tried to ruin my friendships.
Still not tired...................spgonseohgsl;kdlalala..........let's see.........................
Well, I could talk about Elijah for a while. Rebekah just did an updated entry, and Christina wants to do her own when we get back from FL, so I will write about E. What a joy he is! He reminds me of my Granddad (Grammi's husband) in looks and temperament. I actually have a photo of Granddad at Elijah's age, and they could pass for brothers--delicate but manly features, a sensitive expression, and big, thoughtful eyes. From the moment Elijah was born, he appeared to be contemplating the larger questions of life. And he does! His queries often come after long silences, when I think he has been asleep or daydreaming. Sometimes I have to ask him questions in order to figure out his questions because he jumps into them as if I have been with him in his head.
Like his Granddad (an aeronautical engineer), Elijah enjoys figuring out how things work. He spent all last summer lying on his stomach in the dirt, studying bugs--how they move, what they eat, whether they bite small boys, etc. We have a motley collection of his specimens in a plastic box in the schoolroom, and he has spent so much time with them this winter, that pieces are beginning to go missing(!)
One of the traits I love most about Elijah is his strong sense of honor (also like Granddad). I can sense his pride in his position in our family. Sometimes he walks with a little strut, as if to say, "I am the oldest boy, protector of sisters, role model to small brothers, helper and defender of mankind!" (Sometimes it says more than it delivers, but he is still young...)
He loves doing a job well. He loves living up to expectations, and no one is harder on him when he fails than he is. Early on, Jamey and I realized that when he does wrong, we have to be careful in our discipline of him, because the weight of his own disappointment with himself seems to crush his spirit. Any correction needs to have an opportunity for redemption--a chance to do something right--close by. I can't wait to see what God will make of this sweet boy! Men of honor and good character are such a rare breed these days...
Now it is 2:49 AM. I think I will go stare at the orange glow in our neighbor's window for a while and see what happens. I might sleep. Or I might come up with a plot for the next great American novel. Either option sounds promising--
I was so still and quiet that I woke Jamey up and that is why I am now upstairs blogging.
First, I would like to talk about Facebook. All I wanted to do there was catch up with the Biles family. They mentioned on their blog that most of their updates were on Facebook, and since a number of our other friends are also on that site, I figured I would give it a shot. But after tonight, I can safely say I will not be going there ever again. (At least not by myself.)
So here's what happened. After I found the Facebook site, this happy, blue screen popped up and asked me who I am. So I answered and the next thing I knew, I had an account open and all kinds of people were asking to be my friends. So I accepted them out of politeness, and then a bunch more faces popped up, and then I was supposed to ask them permission to be their friends, and it all started to feel like a 7th grade slumber party, and I couldn't even find the Biles so I left.
But now I am wondering if my account is still open. What happens if people I know see my name in there and ask to be my friend and I never respond? What kind of rude legacy have I accidentally created? I really think there should be warnings on Facebook so that technologically impaired people do not wreak havoc among their friends and acquaintances. Or at the very least, friendly chaperones could be available to walk us through the pitfalls and minefields. It is this kind of danger that kept me out of the computer labs in college. My trusty word processor was limited in function, but at least it never tried to ruin my friendships.
Still not tired...................spgonseohgsl;kdlalala..........let's see.........................
Well, I could talk about Elijah for a while. Rebekah just did an updated entry, and Christina wants to do her own when we get back from FL, so I will write about E. What a joy he is! He reminds me of my Granddad (Grammi's husband) in looks and temperament. I actually have a photo of Granddad at Elijah's age, and they could pass for brothers--delicate but manly features, a sensitive expression, and big, thoughtful eyes. From the moment Elijah was born, he appeared to be contemplating the larger questions of life. And he does! His queries often come after long silences, when I think he has been asleep or daydreaming. Sometimes I have to ask him questions in order to figure out his questions because he jumps into them as if I have been with him in his head.
Like his Granddad (an aeronautical engineer), Elijah enjoys figuring out how things work. He spent all last summer lying on his stomach in the dirt, studying bugs--how they move, what they eat, whether they bite small boys, etc. We have a motley collection of his specimens in a plastic box in the schoolroom, and he has spent so much time with them this winter, that pieces are beginning to go missing(!)
One of the traits I love most about Elijah is his strong sense of honor (also like Granddad). I can sense his pride in his position in our family. Sometimes he walks with a little strut, as if to say, "I am the oldest boy, protector of sisters, role model to small brothers, helper and defender of mankind!" (Sometimes it says more than it delivers, but he is still young...)
He loves doing a job well. He loves living up to expectations, and no one is harder on him when he fails than he is. Early on, Jamey and I realized that when he does wrong, we have to be careful in our discipline of him, because the weight of his own disappointment with himself seems to crush his spirit. Any correction needs to have an opportunity for redemption--a chance to do something right--close by. I can't wait to see what God will make of this sweet boy! Men of honor and good character are such a rare breed these days...
Now it is 2:49 AM. I think I will go stare at the orange glow in our neighbor's window for a while and see what happens. I might sleep. Or I might come up with a plot for the next great American novel. Either option sounds promising--
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