tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17641224325702688252024-02-07T05:12:00.928-05:00My Little Young FamilyMy Little Young FamilyLaurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06749830222679657789noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764122432570268825.post-91438555893352015342012-04-22T10:01:00.000-04:002012-04-22T10:05:29.918-04:005 - Soccer Saturday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our sweet Papa Wayne came to watch the girls' soccer game on Saturday. We were so glad he came out to enjoy the game. Merrie was on fire, scoring three goals! Gracie was not feeling her best so she played a bit but mainly led the crowd cheering on her team. :)Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06749830222679657789noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764122432570268825.post-58746657293116633692008-09-26T20:55:00.009-04:002013-03-20T10:01:00.855-04:004 - A Tale of Time Out<div align="center">
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<span style="color: black;">M and G ended up in the time out pack 'n play for <em><span style="font-size: 180%;">running across the couches</span></em>. Not allowed, little ones! So I gently and lovingly placed them in the play pen <span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>bracing myself for the inevitable crying.</strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">My plan to correct their dangerous behavior seemed to be working as they stalked around the play pen with grumpy faces. <span style="font-size: 180%;">Success!! I start planning my parenting book in my head... ;)</span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Mere moments later, however... I see this <span style="font-size: 130%;">act of cuteness</span>... <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250502336933072754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinFx2OPbt61xDyHJwuyiTzed5UTlI3t45jNPD2r2SDFc-a45p_risHtbup7ghaaAS7kIWMYfkGLpo0WdLYdmFWPdzmaPZf0e9kAsUuEpsoyKQwnTEV9Wo1zwb3pKzjDKjOL0VgBVYyRSU/s320/late+summer+and+fall+147.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">I begin to inform them that <span style="font-size: 180%;">time out is a punishment!</span> What am I supposed to do if they enjoy time out?? How can I fix this? And then I <span style="font-size: 180%;">stop</span>. And laugh. And laugh some more. The sneaky little things have outwitted me again! What a wonderful thing to <span style="font-size: 180%;">find joy in any situation.</span></span></div>
<span style="color: black;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250502343900497634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHv7ufFKkrCTVN83fKQJjc5MCfIEUr0OhlRqmmBPGN4jhUHVEgaTxfynqSrgj5nB9nazoOsPVTKB-St5AWo0izgAx4SazGsfEb97IFWJBXnsh6YX1w4W9pCKcqTUXSG23cbq4qc2GoffU/s320/late+summer+and+fall+152.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /> </span><div align="left">
<span style="color: black;">So I grab the camera. Put down my mental parenting manual. And <span style="font-size: 180%;">joyfully</span> <span style="font-size: 130%;">learn a different lesson</span> than the one I was trying to teach. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764122432570268825.post-28655366977503620782008-08-28T23:30:00.016-04:002013-03-20T10:01:47.336-04:003 - In which God suprises me yet again...<div align="left">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJFO7rwPjc-HTMOpgrq4avtmmfSzLi2QL_Oczdnty-XFt6GyveJYH4rwzzMgX1ltN1eWFkjvjVhVqy5sgqW-xtyAoxYD8lx3xjz44Bv_GpZZ7x2-DC02jamylNG1zTHueFZivymZJ4IQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239777373890724466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJFO7rwPjc-HTMOpgrq4avtmmfSzLi2QL_Oczdnty-XFt6GyveJYH4rwzzMgX1ltN1eWFkjvjVhVqy5sgqW-xtyAoxYD8lx3xjz44Bv_GpZZ7x2-DC02jamylNG1zTHueFZivymZJ4IQ/s320/images.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">The girls and I don't watch much tv.</span> We're regular visitors to Elmo's World on Sesame Street. We occasionally enjoy Paula's Home Cooking. Most of the time, however, we enjoy playing without the distraction of television. So we were having fun stacking blocks, <span style="font-size: 130%;">blissfully unaware</span> that <span style="font-size: 130%;">a tornado was touching down</span> less than two miles away! One of my girlfriends called with the horrifying news. So off we scooted to the girls room with snacks in hand to wait out the storm. Thankfully, everything was ok but <span style="font-size: 130%;">I scolded myself</span> all evening for not having a weather radio... and researched them online hoping to find the perfect and simple radio to meet our needs (I don't do well with lots of buttons). I couldn't find one priced to fit in our budget. </span></span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: arial;"><br />Today I was on a solo mission to a doctor's appointment and <span style="font-size: 130%;">hopped into a local thrift store</span>. Love thrifting! As I was checking out, one of the workers was asking where to place a weather radio that just came in... brand new... with instructions... <span style="font-size: 130%;">priced at $5</span>! I placed my money on the counter and said with a waver in my voice "No need to put it out... I'll take it!" I'm so glad that You hold my future in Your hands. <em><span style="font-size: 130%;">Thank you for the tiny miracles that You place in my path each and every day, Lord.</span></em> </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764122432570268825.post-82700584749650915102008-08-28T22:55:00.013-04:002010-01-29T21:25:10.891-05:002 - As written by Merrie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkB4QbKDHT5AbT32WEGzqc3ejUZvqA7F-_cXSqSiZHnOP-VI6cgsLm3IiQTNI-0nxreZMVXJTH8710TZ_-q9k-01hTL5dim7GasD_FBp7NHegnSvbrnYTbZK7nzktPQllEYsr7mfr8fI/s1600-h/SDC10494.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239768250814916514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpkB4QbKDHT5AbT32WEGzqc3ejUZvqA7F-_cXSqSiZHnOP-VI6cgsLm3IiQTNI-0nxreZMVXJTH8710TZ_-q9k-01hTL5dim7GasD_FBp7NHegnSvbrnYTbZK7nzktPQllEYsr7mfr8fI/s320/SDC10494.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Hey guys. Merrie here. Look how much fun my sister and I are having romping around in our diapers last week. <span style="font-size:130%;">Footloose and fancy free!</span> I felt so free on the day in question that after my Mama got me dressed and put me down for a nap, I unsnapped my onesie. Then I got heady with power, wriggled around, and took off my diaper for some fresh air while taking a relaxing nap. I nodded off for about an hour and a half... then I awoke to a horrible scene. <span style="font-size:130%;">The delicious blueberries I enjoyed for lunch did not agree with me at all</span>. Hmm. Who knew?? Lucky for me, my Mama doesn't have a weak stomach. Unluckily, I've been banned from n*a*k*e*d time. Rats! <span style="font-size:130%;">At least my hair looks snazzy!</span></span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1764122432570268825.post-10912250283151948562008-08-26T22:06:00.010-04:002012-04-22T10:07:18.228-04:001<div align="left">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8xDAIJ-If2lJRq_mxa8rU7Sa0pCQewfJuTI9ieYxR7a5UB4NAkkOme3UhJnknrQcvv8O5VFK5mIMv_JQAB69_De8z77X7WDdcavfgbyHNm1WKeeQvzTBUPb6OshoFsEc8POwGX_mh6w/s1600-h/SDC10457.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239014144861323154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8xDAIJ-If2lJRq_mxa8rU7Sa0pCQewfJuTI9ieYxR7a5UB4NAkkOme3UhJnknrQcvv8O5VFK5mIMv_JQAB69_De8z77X7WDdcavfgbyHNm1WKeeQvzTBUPb6OshoFsEc8POwGX_mh6w/s320/SDC10457.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial;">Hello friends and family! I feel like I should make some type of importantant, meaningful post or "mission statement" for this blog e.g. Jerry McGuire. <span style="font-size: 85%;">Um. Ok. Here goes...</span> Merrie and Gracie are my miracle babies who have blessed me beyond measure and drive me batty... <span style="font-size: 130%;">often in the same afternoon</span>. Being a mother is the best job ever <span style="font-size: 85%;">except for the constant cleaning as well as occasional lack of sleep</span>. I want to save the stories, thoughts, and moments that are toddling past at the <em>speed of light</em>. I want this blog to inspire me to find blessings, <span style="font-size: 85%;">those happy little things</span> that God sends my way daily. I want to look back on this and smile. That's not too profund, but it's where I'm at. Well, I'm glad the ice is broken. Back to the babies. <span style="font-size: 130%;"><em>Let's chat again soon...</em></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wQqzAn3yytoDne1Hq_-w_sl3-PGR7sEK5HlMndwwYoTHNtCMHoNHL-dErJghzQ11j-DvIdb3tfq8rx_QRPejxtmaXNnojvKSymSm-S4IqqHRWUDFLLOk2TR_9AMMAJZ96KekatNLUqQ/s1600-h/SDC10458.JPG"><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239014152433551858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wQqzAn3yytoDne1Hq_-w_sl3-PGR7sEK5HlMndwwYoTHNtCMHoNHL-dErJghzQ11j-DvIdb3tfq8rx_QRPejxtmaXNnojvKSymSm-S4IqqHRWUDFLLOk2TR_9AMMAJZ96KekatNLUqQ/s320/SDC10458.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></span></a><span style="color: black;"> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1