• one day at mcdonald's

    i love mcdonald’s.  LOVE it!  i know, many people think it’s gross, including my husband.  but my kids and i, we could dine there every day.  yes, dine. yes, every day. you can’t beat a cheap place with a playland and yummy food.  and you can’t beat a mcdonald’s cheeseburger plain with a large order of fries and a coke.  maybe the large fries are keeping me from being in the shape i want to be in.  should be a hint to myself, but sometimes i can’t deny my mcdonald’s cravings. yesterday i had a meeting scheduled at church from 9:30am-11:30am.  several people were expected, but only two of us…

  • and the chaos begins

    i always thought a busier phase of life would be fun.  when the kids first came home, we had all the time in the world on our hands.  i often found myself with no idea how to spend that time.  i felt stuck.  now, i can hardly catch my breath sometimes. soccer season has started.  all three kids are playing.  three practices during the week.  amelia’s is on tuesday, orville’s on wednesday, wilbur’s on thursday.   and then we have three games every saturday morning. yesterday morning orville played at 10am.  and wilbur and amelia both had games at 11am.  thankfully their fields were right next to each other so…

  • happy easter!

    ‘i remember how the sunlight turned to thunder and the people ran for shelter from the rain and the curtain tore and the saints awoke and the whole earth seemed to tremble from the fury of God’s anger or was it the fury of His love? there were shadows on the tomb there in the garden and the mist was rising slowly through the trees and when mary saw the Silhouette on early Easter morning i remember how He smiled at her and said He said, ‘Rise, rise and shine the sun is coming in and the morning light is shining in your eyes,                                                                                                                                                        rise and shine the day is…

  • an act of love

    every kid has their issue.  sometimes it’s chosen for them.  sometimes they choose it themselves. sometimes they have multiple issues stemming from multiple experiences.  our little wilbur has a bathroom issue.  i am not sure if it came with him or if it started here, but he’s had it for about 2 1/2 years now. he started getting potty trained at his foster home.  then when the foster mom heard he was coming to us in a month or two, she decided to stop the training and leave it in our hands.  in july of 2006, about 2 months after the kids came home, we realized wilbur was more than…