One of my favorite blogs, Blissfully Domestic, had a giveaway last week. Guess what. I won it!
The Grand Prize (value $199.96) included:
Kodak digital camera, 12 megapixels with video
Babies Original Motion Picture Soundtrack CD
Safety First Healthcare basic kit
TastyBaby Eco Bag (which contains one box each of: Tasty Baby Organic fruit snacks, Organic Cereal Bars, and Organic Infant Cereal)
So, my new camera is on the charger getting ready for our beach trip tomorrow. I adore my Canon Rebel XTi (thanks, Holly) but it’s a little much sometimes to carry around EVERYWHERE!
I mean, my purse, my camera bag, the baseball gloves, etc….a pocket camera is great for this mom. What a fantastic belated Mother’s Day gift, and all I had to do was leave a comment. And my new little booger captures video, too! Now I can finally show off my little munchkins on my blog in live action. Time to toss those Hi8 tapes.
Thanks, Blissfully Domestic!
You know, Coralie is a much better writer of words than I am, so I’m going to defer to her blog in telling the story that goes along with these photos.
Can you tell it’s almost midnight and I am lazy?
My boys are not the only ones in this family that have a love for the wonder of all things nature. We ventured outside this afternoon for a water balloon fight but our start time was delayed due to the capture of a friendly frog (toad, perhaps?).
No – my boys were not the first to see it…..my daughter spotted it and went straight in with her death grip. I reminded her to be gentle – and she was – but that poor frog was carried around our yard for almost two hours. Before heading back inside, she expressed her disappointment at my request for her to put Mr. Frog back in the bushes where he lives. She even prayed for the amphibian tonight.
I’m just thankful for soap and hand sanitizer.
If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here
If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary,
then of course I’ll feel nude when to where I’m destined I’m compared
Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning
I will sigh and with all creation groan as I wait for hope to come for me
Am I lost or just less found? On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way?
is this a soul that stirs in me, is it breaking free, wanting to come alive?
‘Cos my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
An avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become
For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath, so we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live, I was made to love, I was made to know you
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He’s coming
The Pharisees grumbled….a lot! Abigail has been reading about the Pharisees in her two year old Sunday School class, verses such as these:
And the Pharisees and their scribes grumbled at his disciples, saying, “Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?”
And the Pharisees and the scribes grumbled, saying, “This man receives sinners and eats with them.”
Tonight, I asked Abigail to remind me:
ME: “Abigail, who grumbled a lot that you’ve been learning about in the Bible?”
ABIGAIL: “The Ferris Wheels!”