Shilah Writes

Security… Love… Peace… Saturday morning, I am making waffles and eggs. My five year old traipses into the kitchen with sleepy eyes and asks, “Where’s Daddy?” I answered that he was in bed and why did she want to know. “I want to “cuzzle” with him.” That has been the standard answer. {Cuzzle meaning cuddle. } Cuzzle sounds less cuddly yet has all the same benefits. Later that evening at bedtime, Lights are off and everyone is tucked into bed. I leave my bedroom to check on things in the dining/kitchen. I hear a cautious “mommy” coming from the darkness in the living room. A light flipped on exposes a tired little girl with arms full of floppy, white bunny and black and white cat. It appears the stuffed animals are helping her through the darkness all to get one more drink. Next morning… Sunday morning rush to get out the door and to church. For once, we are all ready before leaving time. I glance out the back door to the patio and see five year old in bright orange camp chair looking...

I've very sadly fallen out of the habit of blogging.  I haven't forgotten the want to though.  I still lovelovelove writing and do it almost everyday.  Just, no one gets to see it.  What I really want to show you though; I send pictures to show you.  And just so you believe, I will send some evidence that we are getting close to the end of building.  This weekend I get sidewalks and a back patio.  A very good thing too.  The mud and dirt being drug into the house is taxing my "niceness" endurance. Look at my lovely fireplace....  Bruce did such a good job.  Good man, that. And then Shaunti has been getting her grand initiation at the dentist and the end of kindergarten... A tired family after our first boat ride of the year. OK. A very scattered update.  I have much to say but can't seem to find the time to organize all that stuff floating around in my head.  I will send a finished photo of the house with the trim stuff....

First,  I gave them a tea party.  They were so funny.  As soon as they got home from school they went upstairs to dress for tea.  Tea doesn't taste right unless you dress the part I guess.  The day before, Toria, Shaunti, and I made these tissue paper crafts.  Fun times with my beautiful girls. The grand ladies... The next morning...  Tired but happy girls.

   I remember when I cleaned other peoples houses before I was married; I wondered what kind of person would hang tacky art on their fridge.  That was before I had sweets of my own.  So glad God helps us grow up a bit...  On my fridge this week...  A picture of the kid we sponser.  An art project Shaunti did in school that say about "when God got up from the dead"   and a project miss Jody did with her students.  The hot pink paper says all kinds of nice things the class wrote about her.  They all did one for each other.    So... What's on your fridge?

Gghhhrrr!  I'm getting mad at my blogging abilities...  anyhow here is Toria in her new specs.

So, Toria has glasses "which she needed very badly" the eye doctor informed me. She is seeing things she's never noticed before. I found this old iron in perfect condition at a thrift store. My modern expensive one gave out in the middle of making curtains so I went to the thrift store and found this beauty which earlier in my life I would have turned my nose up at; but now that I'm more mature and all, it was a taker and a keeper. It works like a charm. For the first time in my life I actually enjoy ironing. Sorta. And the other photos are just shots around my house. Still trying to find the right place for groupings. Takes me awhile to figure out what goes where. things are going to evolve awhile in that department. Later...