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The Joy of My Salvation

 

Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation. ~Habakkuk 3:18

I've done a terrible job of blogging lately. We've been on the go so much that I hardly have time to do laundry and pack again, let alone blog about all the happenings. Two weekends ago now, we were able to travel down to Vero Beach for the Florida Fellowship Meeting. There were several elders who had promised to be there, but came down with the flu and couldn't be with us, but we had a wonderful time, and heard many great sermons. Friday morning started off with Elder. Michael Gowens preaching on names, and telling us that when God gave someone a name in the Bible it had great meaning. He primarily talked about Jacob and the change that he underwent and the Lord changing his name to Isreal. He was followed by Elder J. C. Stanaland who preached about when we were overwhelmed that we should go to God in prayer. It was a wonderful start to the meeting. Friday afternoon Bro. Bobby Willis preached about the Mount of Transfiguration, and brought out some points I hadn't considered before. The Elder. Michael Gowens preached again from Joshua about the battle of Jerico and used it to tell us Four Things He Knows about Tomorrow. I especially liked that sermon. Especially since I tend to worry and fret, it was an encouraging and comforting message.
Between afternoon and night services, Britt and Joshua decided that they didn't think we were getting back to Church fast enough, so the to of them got up front with song books and sang and very animatedly beat time. Britt mostly sung the word Grace over and over at the top of his lungs, while Joshua actually sang a few songs. Of course Britt kept insisting to Joshua that every song number was actually 210, but they managed to stay on the same page, and I just kept laughing watching them. That night Bro. Marty Smith followed by Bro. Jonathan Davis and Bro. Ronald Lawrence. Bro. Marty used the second verse of Kindred in Christ to open his thoughts. Bro. Jonathan spoke from the 22nd Psalm about the suffering of Christ and made the comment that this was Christ's obituary printed 400 years plus ahead of time.
The kids were great throughout the meeting. Britt sat right next to me or in my lap most of the time, since we had services in a conference hall at the local hotel and it's harder to keep him in a chair than on a pew. Anyway, he would sing at the top of his lungs and wave his hand around. In between each song he kept asking, "I sing more?" He was always so disappointed when the song service was over. He said a loud, "A-MEN" at the end of most all the prayers and sermons. Then in between services he thought he needed to walk around and shake hands with all the old baptist. It was pretty obvious that this wasn't his first church meeting. I wanted so badly to get a picture of him and Gary together in their brown suits, but before Church Britt couldn't get still and during Church on Saturday he fell asleep. Ruth did really well. Her Aunt Manna and Me-Maw held her alot. She was happy to be spoiled. Everyone remarked about how happy she was. She didn't cry or fuss once all weekend.
On Saturday morning we heard Eld. Ronald Lawrence preach a good sermon on the open tomb. He was followed by Eld. Marty Hoskins who preached on license, liberty, and legalism. El. Jeff Paterson closed the morning with a sermon on election. He gave us his thoughts on a scripture, that I want to do a little more studying on because it was an interesting idea. Saturday afternoon Bro. Herman Griffen and Bro. J.C. Stanaland preached together, but I missed most of it, because first I had to carry Britt out for a diaper change and cup (I managed to leave it in the room), and then I had to carry Ruth out to feed her (since I left my cover in the room). Bro. Herman preached on David's last words and Bro. J.C. preached on Christ as a stone, and went to several scriptures to pull adjectives that described him as a stone. It was another good sermon. I'm waiting on the sermons from the meeting to hear the end of that one. That night the crowd was pretty small but we heard Bro. Marty Hoskins and Bro. Glen Blanchard. We stayed over in Vero and heard Bro. John Givannio from Wintergarden Church introduce and Bro. Chris preach, and enjoyed visiting with them at lunch before heading home. It was such a wonderful meeting full of fellowship and council from many preachers, and a good time visiting with members from our sister churches.
1:53 PM No random thoughts

Mrs. Rivero’s book laid out a lot of basic information on homeschool, which I found to be very helpful. After going through a lot of the different information on how and why one might consider homeschooling, she then had a chapter on how to determine if it is right for your family. One of her first points in this chapter was to lay out all the reasons that you want to homeschool.

Gary strongly feels that I can give child a better education at home, at least the first two or three years. He says no one knows our kids like I do, since I’m home with them more or less 24/7. I know what motivates them, I know where they struggle and I know their strengths. I have the education background, and he thinks I should be able to handle teaching basic math and reading skills. He thinks with co-ops and our ability to take more trips to reinforce learning that it might even be a good option in later grades.

One of my concerns with the Florida school district is what I perceive to be a poor learning environment at school. Gary graduated in a class of over 500, in a school that size I find it hard to believe that students can get the adequate attention that they need from a teacher. Not to mention the drugs, alcohol, and other problems that seem to run rampant down here. The other alternatives to public schools aren't options that we like. We don’t have the finances to consider a private school or sending a child out of district. I’m not in favor of the principle of charter schools. Finally, I’m not interested in sending my child to a church school to be indoctrinated in things that are contrary to our faith and practice as Primitive Baptist.

Next, we both have an interest in homeschooling due to religious or family reasons. I’m not against evolution and big bang being taught, after all they are scientific theories, and I don’t believe that interacting with those ideas runs a child’s spiritual foundation. However, I like the idea of being able to have more time and more opportunities to teach our children sound biblical doctrine and develop good moral character. One of my fondest memories from elementary school, was the time that I spent with Daddy in the car my 6th grade year, shortly after I joined the Church. I copied out by hand our articles of faith and all the supporting scriptures and we talked about them and what they meant, and I also wrote in my own words what it meant. Gary and I like the idea of being able to pick up and go to Church meetings or visit family and take school with us, rather than being tied down in one place from 7:30 to 3, Mon-Fri, August-May.

Many homeschooling families have talked about the real advantages they see in their high school aged children. Without the continuous peer pressure to drink, smoke and have premarital sex; their children don’t struggle as strongly with these issues. Having the opportunity to grow up in a home environment where they have more one on one time with a parent and less pressure to conform a child grows up knowing who they are and what they want out of life to a certain extent. They are comfortable in their own skin, something I’ll confess I wasn’t from sometime in highschool until well into college. They talk about having a stronger closer relationship with their parents, something I wish I had developed sooner. Additionally, because they aren’t surrounded all day, every day by their same age peers, they have the ability to socialize with children and adults of all ages, and tend to be more mature and more social adept than their peers.

I also admit that I wonder if school will be a challenge to our children. With the exception of Mrs. Reich the best history teacher ever, and Mr. Henderson’s math and physic classes, I never really felt challenged in school. The flip side of that is if any of our children have special needs or disabilities, I’m not sure that the school system has the best answers to those problems. Gary likes to say that they all knew about what those kids did. Testing meant they got to sit in a smaller classroom, play more games, do less work, and automatically pass to the next grade. I don’t know about that, but I do know that it is difficult to control some students in the classroom. Perhaps being able to work one on one at their own speed at home with a competent parent would lead them to learn more and be better prepared to enter the world and workforce.

I have also recently read, "Real-Life Homeschooling: The Stories of 21 Families Who Teach Their Children at Home" by Mrs. Rhonda Barfield. It has been a really interesting read. It would appear that there are as many approaches to homeschooling as there are different methods of teaching and reaching children in a classroom, and then some additional flexibility. You truly can reach kids all sorts of ways on all sorts of levels.

Would anyone like to share why they choose to homeschool? Or their thoughts about what I've written?

11:45 AM No random thoughts

When I was in third grade, I decided I wanted to be a teacher when I grew up. I can even now distinctly remember, helping other kids in class, and knowing that I could make a real difference and teach kids important information just like Mother. I remember having one of the worst teachers ever for 6th grade math and going home at night and Daddy teaching me the lesson so that I could do the homework. I remember then spending the next morning helping to explain the problems to other kids in my homeroom class, and feeling as if I was doing something important. I toyed with the idea of going into math or science fields in high school, but I had one special teacher, who inspired me to stick with teaching. Mrs. Reich made the material come alive in a way that only teachers with a real gift can. She wasn’t teaching us what to think but how to think. Some of the only real critical thinking skills we learned in school, I think we learned in that class. I had the chance to help another student in our class, and from us working together she was able to bring up her grades. I wanted to be someone that could mentor and guide children all while imparting important information. I went off to college and knew I wanted to teach high school or maybe college history. I started off taking a few education courses, and thought they were hopelessly duly and not much like the tales that Mother came home with each day about life in a real classroom. So I decided to get a straight history major and then get my education certification in a 5th year program, so that I wouldn’t have to take as many pointless classes. All along I never doubted that I would one day be a teacher or professor and that was want I wanted out of life.

I always imagined having several kids like my parents. I suppose most of us imagine our lives as adult similar to what we knew growing up. I just knew that I wanted to have a large family, and coming from a strong public school family, that my kids would be in public schools. My grandfather taught and was a principal, my mother is still teaching, I have an aunt that is a professor, and several other family members who have been or are substitute teachers. I know there are problems with public schools; I know it better than most. Mother use to tell me to go into anything other than education, that she doesn’t have the parental support that she had when she started and that it gets worse each year. Granddaddy tells tales about how it was, and what he would do if he was principal today. I can see that the landscape has changed. But at my core, I believe in the need for good public schools, a democracy cannot function without an educated, intelligent populace. It is in our nation’s best interest to promote and strengthen education. I know that too much “teaching from the test” is done these days. I knew a teacher in high school that even back then, started each day with the objective written on the board, and explained how this day’s class met a key point in the graduation exam. We all know that standardized testing is not a fool proof way of determining how much a child has or had not learned over the course of the year. When I was in high school they revamped the graduation exam from a 7th grade level to a 10th grade level. We weren’t being tested on a 12th grade level to pass, and even then, we only needed 51% of the answers correct to graduate.

Despite the flaws of a public education, I cannot see how it benefits our country or the other students in the school system to remove our best and brightest students and place them in charter schools, private schools, or homeschools. Rather than working to improve the system, to correct the faults, and ensure that all have a better education, especially those who need it most, we leave them to decline even further. We take away our efforts and we decrease funding. I know that you can’t throw money at a problem and hope to fix it. Lyndon B. Johnson’s War on Poverty proved that – the current problems with Medicaid, Medicare, Social Security, and unemployment prove this even now. However, funding does provide books, more teachers for lower student-teacher ratios, more technological resources, and while none of these things guarantees that learning will take place, it does increase the quality of learning that can take place.

In my own idealistic way, I thought one day I would come back to East Lawrence, take Mrs. Reich’s place when she retired and I would teach history for 30 years. I would make a difference. I always pictured life similar to the way that I grew up. My kids would walk to my classroom after school, we would all ride home, and when they needed help and clarification I would do my job as a parent and help them. Each afternoon when we got home we would finish our homework, play outside till supper time, and then eat. After supper my parents would start with the youngest checking our homework, having us fix our mistakes, and explaining things we didn’t understand. That was their job as parents. Daddy always fielded the math and science and Mother handled the English, reading, spelling words that we practiced in the car going to and from school every day. Boy, I hated spelling words. But I still spell together in my head they way she drilled me to-get-her, three separate distinct words. In my mind, the teacher is there to teach and outline material, but it is the parent’s job to be the one ultimately responsible, to care enough about their child to ensure that they get any extra help they need whether they do that themselves or hire tutors. Teachers can’t be expected to impart a child with everything they need to know in life and dispense children’s meds, and deal with behavioral problems since you don’t want Johnny to be paddled at school, and have character education, and any of 1,000 other tasks you might require. Teachers are the most underpaid profession out there, and I support them and the job they do. I never thought I would even consider homeschooling, and even though I am considering it, I don’t know that it’s something that I want to do. I think my children can get just as good of an education from me, as they can from the school system, with me filling a support role in the evenings.

So why am I considering it, if I have such strong feelings. Gary has often said that he feels like for the first 2 or 3 years anyway, that I could do as good of a job if not better than a teacher in teaching our kids. He feels that no one knows them like we do, and no one could provide the same dedicated, loving support that we can. He sees no need to rush them off to school. While he’s probably right, I don’t question my ability to teach them the basics; I’m not sold on the idea, but I am willing to consider it in light of the fact that I have the ability to teach. I don’t believe any and all parents are able to take on teaching their children, but I believe with my background that I could do it, and find those to bridge any gaps if needed.

But why am I considering it right now you ask. I got started thinking about it at Britt’s last doctor’s appointment. They asked how clear was his language? Could others understand him 50% of the time? I don’t really know, but I know we have trouble understanding him sometimes, so I’m sure that others do. Her response was, “I’m not too worried. I don’t think he needs any therapy right now. Most kids that have a stay at home parent catch up when they start preschool at 3.” It got me thinking, why would I want to put my kid in preschool if I’m at home? Why would someone assume that? Not saying that I wouldn’t enjoy the time to myself a couple of days a week, but those things are EXPENSIVE! Besides I’m not sure that I want him gone at 3, that’s way different than starting optional kindergarten at 5. When we talked about possibly delaying some of Ruth’s shots they asked us why, since she would need them anyway to start school. And I suppose it got me thinking, if Gary is right and I am capable, would it be a good option for our family?

I’ve been reading a few different books, “The Homeschooling Option: How to Decide When It’s Right for Your Family” by Lisa Rivero was my starting point. In order to make sense of my thoughts, and to hear thoughts from other families who chose to homeschool or public school their kids, I’m going to share some of my thoughts over the next several weeks on why we like the idea, and why I dislike the idea. Please share your thoughts and experiences.
8:03 AM 2 random thoughts
On Saturday, Momma and Daddy took me some place I had never been before. We went to the Florida Museum of Natural History. Momma's been saying for a while now that she wanted to carry me to see the Butterfly Rainforest Exhibit since I like "patpuls" and "fwa-flies" so very much. One of my very favorite books "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" is about how a patpul turns into a fwa-fly. However, on Saturday a new exhibit was also beginning. It was about Cattle Ranching in Florida, and the original cowboys.Unfortunately, Daddy left our camera at Memaw's house so we didn't take any pictures, but Momma helped me find some pictures online, and I picked up some papers for her to scan into the computer for pictures.
When we first arrived the first things we saw were two calves, I liked them best. I would have watched them all day, but Momma told me there were more things to see. There was a Cracker Horse there, they are very special because they almost all died, and they are only found in Florida. It was a funny color grey, pretty short, with a very short neck. It also walked or trotted funny, not like any other horse. It was interesting, but I liked the cows best. Then we saw a bunch of people who had Cracker camps set up. Apparently Cowboys in Florida are called Crackers because they primarily move their cattle with whips, so they became known as Crackers since they were always cracking their whips. There were some guys there teaching folks to rope or crack a whip, and Momma wanted to see if Daddy could still do those things, but he said there were other things to see. Inside there was another guy with a lasso and he was doing all sorts of tricks and dancing in and out of it. Every time he quit I clapped and said "Yeah!" I think he liked me.
After we looked at all of the outside stuff, we went inside to head over to the butterfly habitat. Momma wanted to walk through and look at all the science stuff, like where they were discovering butterfly DNA, and mounting specimens, and the hatchery part. She was going to slow for me though, I wanted to see the live ones. When we finally got there, there were lots and lots of butterflies, and birds inside. They had a "wawafa" (waterfall) with fish that say "fish, fish" or "be happy" depending on which one you ask, and turtles. It was so exciting. For some reason no one wanted to let me touch the butterflies or the flowers, that was super annoying. I mean how else am I suppose to explore if no one will let me touch anything. One landed on Ruth's head, but Momma blew it off before this lady could take a picture. I started getting cranky, so we went to eat some lunch and I took a nap.
After a super short nap, we went back to the Museum and I got to look at lots of pictures of cows all over Florida by Carlton Ward, Jr. and they were awesome. The three pictures above are from his Florida Frontier collection. Then I got to go into the fwa-flies house again. There one sat on Momma's shoulder for awhile, and another one landed on my pants. I did not like that at all! My favorite butterfly was the Blue Morpho, it was shiny and bright blue. Momma said it was iridescent, I guess she would know. They even had a butterfly named after Julia. It was a really exciting day though, I hope we do it again sometime.
11:10 AM No random thoughts
Ruth, my sweet little girl,

Today, on Valentine's Day, you are 6 months old. We got on the bathroom scale a night or two ago, and you are nearly 16 pounds now. What a difference, from that first doctor's appointment where they readmitted you into the hospital for loosing too much weight. We definitely don't have to worry about you being too thin now.

What I do have to worry about these days is your flirty nature. You always seem to be grinning and trying to get everyone to stare at you, pick you up, and talk to you. You started laughing about two weeks ago. Momma was holding you standing in the bathroom at Me-Maw and Mister's house, and the three girls where all playing together in the bathtub, and you just watched them and kept laughing over and over. Momma is constantly saying that you have seventeen teeth in your head, she says you bite her more than eat. And boy are you complaining with those teeth and drolling alot, but when you grin, it's still that big toothless smile.

You are now sitting up really well by yourself, though you are nearly never still. You are almost always rocking back and forth or side to side, and tip yourself over often. You still prefer to suck your thumb, and you still haven't learned to fold you fingers, so you are constantly scratching up your nose. You roll over, but rarely seem inclined to go anywhere. You push yourself around the living room backwards some, but you mostly push yourself up. Sometimes we do push ups together.

Your personality is needy - just like a woman. You are always wanting to be held and cuddled. You can be grinning, smiling, and laughing one second, and then crying the next. Leaving me confused as to what just happened. You always want things done your way, even if you don't know what way that is. You light up though, always thinking that a smile will solve everything. You love to follow the flashlight. As long as Britt or I have one, you want to watch it. You even roll over to make sure it doesn't leave your sight.

You are a night owl, between you and Britt and Momma and school - I'm convinced that y'all are trying to kill me. At night you want to eat, be held, and party. You think play time is between 4 in the afternoon and 2 am. You take naps, while I'm gone to school, and rest up for a night of fun. You love to rock and roll and play with me, especially after Britt goes to bed. It's our special time. Momma refuses to bath you, she didn't like to wash Britt either. So we splash and play in the water most nights. You are getting to be a real kicker, and maybe before long you can graduate to the big tub.

You get beat up daily by your brother. You are going to have to be tough with him around. He loves to hug and pet you on the head, but it more closely resembles being tackled by a linebacker. I can tell you and Britt are already dyed in the wool Gator fans, though Momma refuses to accept this. I tell Momma often that she's the black sheep in the family, and she should just come over to the good side of the family. For a short period of time, you seem to be entertained by Britt's theatrical mood swings, but you quickly tire of him, and are ready to be held again. You both seem to enjoy the outside - Britt in the dirt, and you enjoy the fresh air.

One thing that I hope you learn is to be sweet. I'm not sure that is something I can teach you, but sweetness is a quality that I have always looked for in women, and one I think you possess. When I say sweetness what I mean is no artificial flavors, I want you to be genuine not fake. It entails being kind and gentle and understanding, a spirit or an attitude of these things that influences the way you act on a daily basis. It's important to always be able to smile in the face of problems to be trustworthy and considerate of others, and I see all of those things as being encompassed in the spirit of sweetness that I hope you will further develop over the years.

It seems like since we knew you were on your way, until now our life as a family has been a roller coaster, no job, school full time, and the daily juggling of my family and my schooling. But, all along the way the Lord has blessed us and helped us get through each day. I am thankful for little gifts I have like you and Britt and the big gifts I have like Momma. I love you, Ruth.

Daddy

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6:05 PM 1 random thoughts
Well, we are in that stage with Britt, you all know the one. It happens somewhere between 18 months and about 36 months, that stage where the child all of a sudden realizes that what Momma and Daddy want isn't necessarily what he wants. Yep, anyone and everyone who has had kids, barring those few that are lucky enough to have incredibly compliant kids, has been there. We are in midst of the "Terrible Twos."

Our content, laid back little boy, who seemed to have the most go with the flow attitude. Who I had decided inherited his daddy's calm and low key personality, is resembling me more and more each day. The change happened almost over night. He now delights in destruction and mess, in only playing with off limits items, and never needs help, unless I need a few minutes to myself. You discipline the boy, and you can see him gear down for a battle of epic proportions.

While I'm learning a lot about trying to stay one step ahead of the curious, easily frustrated, and often amusing little man, I'm learning even more about myself. You see, Gary will tell anyone that I'm about OCD, neat-freak, perfectionist. Everything has it's place and if it's not where it belongs in the house, it bothers me - a lot. I want to have one thing out, and then have it put back away before the next things comes out. (Apparently my mother did succeed back along the line somewhere of instilling that rule of only having out one toy at a time.) I try to remind myself that a clean and organized house isn't the most important thing. But then I'm in the middle of sorting baby clothes, and I leave Britt watching a video for 10 minutes to get a load of laundry and I come back to discover that all the clean and dirty clothes are mixed up, and 30 minutes worth of sorting out clothes they have outgrown has been wasted because he has dumped out all the drawers and scattered clothing all over 3 rooms. When I ask Britt what are you doing?!? and he responds with "I hep" or he laughs and runs off, it's hard to remember that order isn't the most important thing.

Some times I struggle with wondering if I have unreasonable expectations for Britt. I mean after all he is only 2. I expect him to need reminders about things, but I don't really think that it's unreasonable to tell him no and him immediately glare at us and do it anyway. It was getting to the point that I felt like I was spanking him all day. Momma being frustrated has been the theme of the last month around here, so I went to several veteran mothers - sisters at the Church, those with grown kids, those with small kids, and I canvased for ideas. I have felt like we are spanking him to much and want to find away to avoid misbehavior and destruction rather than constantly punishing it.

On primarily Aunt Joanna's suggestion I have made a few changes. The best change we've made around here is in putting Britt on a chair when he is pitching a fit. Before, we would spank him and he would continue to thrash and knock over chairs and throw things, and this way, he can't hurt anyone. We don't allow him to get up until I can ask him "Are you calm now?" and he answers, "I calm." The other thing I've done over the last week or so is I've and read Dr. James Dobson's books, The New Strong-Willed Child and The New Dare to Discipline. Several of the sisters suggested him, and like anything there were some things we threw out, and there were some things that we are using. I wish I had happened across them sooner, they by far are the best parenting books we've seen.

I hope that maybe as things get more back to a routine that Britt will settle down some. Of course, if he is as strong willed as I was, it may be a long time before he settles down. Despite the frustrations, I keep reminding myself a spotless house isn't vital, and that parenting is largely trial and error. As Daddy has said, "Parenting is like trying to hit a moving target. What works today, might not work tomorrow. What works on one child, might not work on the next." Oh well, I suppose after we make all the mistakes with Britt we'll be closer to getting it right with the next one, haha.
6:53 PM 1 random thoughts
Now that I am officially 2 years, 2 weeks, and 2 days old, Momma said that we could end the blogging sabbatical (whatever that is) and I could come and tell everyone all about my birthday! It was a really good day. I got up and got dressed, and brushed my hair, and then brushed my teeth for about 20 minutes. Momma said I was being excessive, but since it was my birthday she wouldn't take away my toothbrush. I thought I was just being thorough.
Then I went downstairs, because Daddy made me some eggs for my birthday, I like eggs. He even let me sit and eat them in my rocker. That's when I saw my presents, so after gobbling my eggs down, I started opening my presents. Momma asked me why I couldn't wait until after she had a chance to fix her hair, but I told her that her, "Hair nice" and patted it.
I got so many nice things, I have to tell everyone thank you! My favorite gift were the cards that Aunt Maghen got for me. Momma and Daddy, and Mister and Me-maw have all been playing cards when we visit them, and they don't share with me. Well, now I have my very own set of cards. We watched the movie that Grandmother got for me, and after that she called and sung Happy Birthday to me. So, I sang for her too. After that we went and ate lunch at Chick-fil-a, I like chicken. I had lots of fun chasing the other kids and playing before and after lunch.
After lunch we headed to Me-Maw and Mister's house, where all of my cousins came to see me. We ran around and played. I especially had fun driving and crashing their pink car. Don't worry, no one got hurt, and I turned the car over several times so that "I fix it." Then after supper we had cupcakes. Mister even tried to share with Ruth, but she just grinned at him.
Everyone sung Happy Birthday to me several times, because Daddy said we sounded so bad. He said that was the last time he let an alto start a song. I laughed. We ended the night by piling up together with Me-maw in her bed. It was a great day!
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