{I am just a little out of sorts. . .}

I have been steadily decorating here and there since Thanksgiving. I have just about did my poor old body in though. My back is still on the fritz. But I am staying in the spirit. . .

Keeping the Scentsy burnin'. . .

Shared some of my spirit with my little porch bunny. . .

Rubbing this on my back like its my new best friend. . .

and previous to my back injury, I started TRYING to decorate above my cabinets.

It is a little more of a challenge than I thought. I will just keep working at it. . .

when the back will allow.

I am grounded right now.

{Lottie Moon Childrens Choir}

Sunday Eve we attended the Lottie Moon Children's Choir Concert.
Both Lily & Clayton had a part to say. Everyone did a really great job.

Good Friend Tanner.

There is Lottie Moon herself ya'll.

Mr. Hobbs, Clayton, and Mr. Rick (Shout out to all the single Ladies. . . )

Clayton, glad its over, I'm sure. "Crowds are embarrassing, Mom!"

{Simple and Sweet}

My kiddos have been practicing for their Lottie Moon Christmas Program for a long time.
Saturday they gave them a sweet little treat bag.


The choir director was afraid they were "to old" for them.

But not at all.

They came right home. . .

and enjoyed each. . .

little simple pleasure. . .

that was inside. . .

the burlap bag.

{Look Out!}

Spiderman casting his web. . .

I have hurt my back. . . so bad. . . I cant sit in this computer chair very long. . . bummer.

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{Yikes!}

The Turkey Carver

Have a great weekend. . .

{HandMade}

My sister Carla made these pretty bookmarks while she was here for Thanksgiving. She is going to give them to teachers and friends for Christmas. I think they are lovely.

{Dissecting What Really Matters}

When us ladies above went to the Merge conference in TN we met this very seasoned, sweet, and smart children's ministry leader. I wish I had my notes in front of me, she was just so full of truth. She was able to put things in perspective, and stressed the importance of raising children for God . . . and simply nothing else.
So much goodness. When Lily was invited to her Sunday School (Excuse me, Life Group ~ I am old fashioned. . . I kinda' like Sunday School. . . and hymns. . . and pews. . . yikes.) teachers home this week, I was reminded of something she told us. There is only one person in your child's life that does what they do for absolutely nothing, and has no hidden agenda.
Sunday School Teachers.
She went on to say how. . .
Teachers ~ have state requirements to meet. . .
Coaches ~ have games to win. . .Etc.

Sunday School teachers are partnering with me to help me teach my children about how to live a life with eternal rewards. Not with Ivy League Education, scholarships, wealth, and earthly treasures.

Mrs. Katrina has no other cause or desire, but to see Lily grow closer to the Lord. No Big~Bang. No Evolution. No World War II. No dissecting frogs. No 2 + 2.

I know I am guilty to think of my child's school teacher (I am so grateful for them, don't get me wrong) first, especially at Christmas time. . .


but this year

I am going to mix it up a little. . . for the better.

{Down Bell Rd ~ or somewhere around there}

Ya'll see this?

I really like it.

{I will eat anything that doesnt eat me first}

I have been trying to figure out why I have
been feeling like I could eat my right arm off, and why

I was sitting up in my bed @ 11:30 dolloping crackers with as much

peanut butter as possible. . .

and then it came to me. . .

I'm not over the Three Day Graze, we like to call Thanksgiving.

Lord, help me with the cravings.

{My little Helper Girl}

You can't
hire help

this good.

Thanksgiving 2009

A Little Pudding

{The Best Part}

You know I could just do a l-o-n-g post about this "football thing", but lucky for you, I am exhausted, as I should be seeing that it is 1:05 am, so I will keep it short and sweet. (I get my sleep all messed up when Mr. Hobbs has a shift change).

Thank you, coaches whom took time to invest in my child's life. You all were great. . . correction with encouragment. . .you knew how to build a "team" with "esteem".
A good combination. Sorry no pics of Justin Williams, Richie Belue, or Chad Ohl.

Let me pause here for a moment. . .

Bryce W., you make my heart sing. You never gave up. You finished strong. You were an asset to the team. Not only on the field, but off. I will never forget the day you were running in from your laps, and the boys were clapping, cheering, and patting you on the back. Kids dont always "get it", but at that moment, they did.

And in the end, we all came home with trophies. . .

But winning wasn't the best part of the season. The Best Part was the. . .

friends that were made. . .

and the lessons that were taught. . .

and that makes this Mom smile.

Love,

Football Mom