Raising Arrows

being silly @ Milham Park this spring I thought I'd share a few of our favorite family times since moving to Portage. We've had to make some small adjustments to some of our favorites but it's worked out well and we still enjoy each moment of each hour spent together. TUBA! So Saturdays are our family days. They follow our family movie and pizza nights still. That's a tradition I don't think we will ever change!!! We love pizza and movies. ha! As the weather got nicer we found a few local parks that have become a favorite for all you kids. Milham Park, so we can see the geese and play on the big slides and wander around free and Celery Flats. The Flats have ponds, and lots and lots of FROGS!! We've bought nets and brought buckets and go frog hunting! (and always release them once we've watched, examined, picked up, and played with each one.) It started out as a field trip for school during our Frog unit, but has turned into a wonderful adventure we...

I can't keep blogging on and on about life without sharing and blogging the ugly, tough days too. I don't want to paint this beautiful picture of life that seems to always run smoothly. First off, I'm a mess half the time. A new mom all four of you, I now understand what oasis is ... a 15 minute shower, where I answer to no one, I just stand in pure silence, letting hot, burning water run down my body. I try to spend that time wisely, like in prayer for our family and missionary friends, but honestly I'm not the greatest at it yet... most the time I'm just fighting to keep my eyes open without falling asleep standing up or trying to get that one Disney song out of my brain for 10 seconds!! I love my life. Each of you, my children. And I absolutely LOVE being a wife. This life is seriously all I ever really wanted to do. Teach, train, snuggle, repeat. But life is life and as most lives go, it's thrown some curve balls our way. One major one that effects mos...

It's been two weeks. Two beautiful, yet tough weeks. It seems cliche to say, but it does seem like yesterday. At this time two weeks ago, I was just put on my strong meds for GBS and let it run it's course before the midwife came back to break the rest of my water. (My water ruptured the night before, and I had been slowing leaking fluid thru the night and day, with contractions on/off) I was terrified, yet excited. I knew there wasn't much more that stood between holding you close to my chest ... except labor. I mean like real labor. Like take a deep breathe, this really hurts, how could I choose to do this again, labor. And that's the thing. Labor is unpredictable. I hate it but I LOVE it. It's such a stresser for me. I'm a planner. I have to know the 411 on each detail of my day. But labor, well that's just not how it works. Some are long, some are short, some take weeks to recover from, while others I could hop out of bed and do a dance a...