More injuries to come

So my little brother is getting married! I am so excited for him. Whitney doesn't know me and I am looking forward to getting to meet her for the first time. I thought this would be a good time to share some of my Kabe moments with you. My first memories of Kaleb was in the pool. I would set him up on the side and He world jump in to me. I will never forget when he slipped off backwards and split his cheek open. Blood running everywhere, me scared half to death. Do you swim anymore kabe? Then there was the time he sanded off his fingers at school in wood shop class. That was fun. I get a call from Kristi saying "kaleb cut off his fingers and they wont let him go home." (Kaleb still has all ten working fingers, last I knew at least) Or how about the time he decided to knee it down the concrete hill- Do you still have rocks in your knees kabe? Kaleb was always cool headed about all of it. While blood splurts out everywhere, fingers flying, sisters freaking out, Kabe is smooth as a river rock. So whitney, the kid is prone to injuries, but dont worry, he will keep his head about him! Love you kabe!

child like faith

Okay, so we had another “only with Jamin” moment. The other day while doing homework with the kids at the table, Jack noticed something black behind Jamin’s new front tooth. (He lost his two front teeth and they are just starting to grow back.) I looked and after a moment of nausea, I could look no longer. We asked Jamin what it was and he didn’t know. I thought for sure he was going to lose his permanent tooth. It was awful. I was on my way out the door (the fresh air being necessary at the time.) When I arrived back home I was greeted with the news that Jamin had remembered what was in his tooth, at school (two weeks ago) he was working with the plastic confetti (you know the silver circles and pink hearts) making me a Christmas tree. He must have got bored, again, and proceeded to see how many pieces he could shove between his tooth and gums. I got the tweezers and proceeded to pull out four- they just kept coming! There were still more that I could see but could not retrieve. As I put Jamin to bed that night I was explaining that the dentist may have to cut his gums open to get them out, his response was “it’s okay mom, I prayed that it wouldn’t hurt.” And he slept better than I did!We were praying maybe in the morning they would work themselves out more and I could remove them. That however did not happen. I could actually see less of them. The next morning I made an appointment with the dentist. He was able to retrieve the two remaining circle and heart without cutting. He said, while laughing, he had to take a picture because this was so unusual.

What a reminder Jamins response was to me of simple child like faith. I wish I were more like my 7 year old son.

The sweet sound of silence

So I started a blog the other day and by the third sentence I sounded pretty whacked out. So instead of scarring all of you (not that there is anyone to scare around here anymore) I thought I’d re-do and fit into the mold of Kami once again. So here goes ………………... ………………………………………………………………………….

(after hours of sitting with my fingers on the keyboard, birds chirping outside the window, and the low hum of the dryer, I came up with nothing.!)

Singing with my husband.

As a kid I always dreamed of singing with my husband. There was never any doubt that I would, and the thought of it NOT happening never even enter my mind. I love music, I love to sing and so would my husband! That’s just the way it would be.

Now if you knew Jack when I first met him you may understand why I thought when I married him that it was just a dream, it would never happen and it was time to grow up.
Years later I’m not sure you could understand the pride and excitement I have when I see Jack leading worship, or singing a special in church. (for all you who knew Jack before I did, this really happens!) An even greater excitement comes when I get to be a part, singing with him! We have had the opportunity to sing together several times now and It has been awesome! I look forward to every chance I get.

A day with Victoria

Wow! What a day to spend with my daughter Victoria. We laid around all day, ate when we felt like it, watched a movie played monopoly, and wore our sweat pants! (That alone makes for a good day.) It was just the two of us. However, this day began in the wee hours of the morning, when Victoria decided to have throw-up issues. Jack, like usual, did a great job with the sick kid. But when you have one in bed with you your own sleep seems to escape you. After a few rounds of her calling for mommy, going and checking to see if she made it and then climbing back into bed, Paige yells out that Jamin threw up on his bed. I go to check and sure enough, it's everywhere. He however was laying peacefully next to it completely unconcerned. I asked him why he didn't call me and he said "OH I thought you were asleep." The next morning he told Jack "I puked and then I felt better so I went to sleep." Jamin, you got to love him.

The butterscotch man

Hey, do you guys remember Willie Spencer, or better known as the butterscotch man? I am always excited to capture a glimpse of my childhood (simply because I can’t remember much) and thoughts of Willie have recently brought a smile. He was an old wrinkly man with grubby fingernails and prickles all over his face. Everybody loved him. He always wore a trench coat with his hands folded behind his back as he walked and he never said a word. He was full of tricks and smiles. We didn’t know whether to be afraid and run or freeze and let him do what he did best. I’m not sure if we liked him because of the butter scotches he always put on our heads or the fact that he snuck up on us and did the old fashion tap you on the shoulder and go to the other side. The smile he had when he got you was unforgettable. Aah Willie. One couldn’t help but love him.

Home from Honduras and loving it.

The trip to Honduras was wonderful. Outside of the jelly fish, attacking parrot, fire ants, malaria carrying mosquitoes, sand fleas and tarantulas there was nothing to fear. The Honduran kids were great (even the tough ones), the ocean was beautiful, the breeze was sent from heaven, the lodging couldn’t have been nicer, the showers were often over used (when they weren’t broken), the sunsets were awe inspiring, and the food was tasty, but what got me the most was our own teens! The way they desired to serve and get involved, the way they chose to share the gospel over cooling off with ice cream, the way they hugged and loved on those kids. The way they hated to leave. There is nothing better than seeing Christ in someone’s life and He was often seen during our week in Honduras