I don’t have much time to blog, as I sit here I feel rushed to get on with the next activity….to eat my lunch!

Our weekend was nice and it felt great to get out of the house.  We ran errands on Saturday and made it out to church on Sunday.  I loved going to church and seeing my church family.  I held Seth through the service and tried to pay attention to the sermon.    Every one agreed that he looked like he belonged to our family.

Here are some family pictures from the weekend, and this morning.  None of them are staged, these were moments too cute to pass up, moments when we said, “Where’s the camera?!?!” so we could capture the memory.

Davy and Seth.  Grace’s knee, my hand.  During “admiring the baby time”.

Whenever I place Seth on the floor, a sibling soon joins him.

Grace thought it was cute that Seth got a hold of her hair.

I thought Grace made a pretty picture as she worked on emptying the dishwasher.

She has to climb in order to do her job.

Rich took this one.  The look on Caleb’s, I mean Seth’s, face makes us laugh.

He’s learning to hold his head up over my shoulder tall and strong.

He’s soooooooooooo cute!

More snow.  Rich worked from home yesterday and David had no school.

Oh wait, this next one is staged.  LOL

This quilt came in the mail yesterday.

It was made for him by his Great Grandma, who is in her 90’s.

When will my baby sleep longer than 3 hours at a time?

When I get up at night (two times still) I am half asleep.

I took this next picture this morning, when I was awake enough to notice Seth’s my little piggy’s face.

His dirtiness made me laugh and  it’s obvious he’s happy/content with his “midnight” meals.

Here is Seth after he got cleaned up.

David visited him during “blanket time” and introduced him to BUZZ LIGHTYEAR.

This is the back of Seth’s new quilt.  I love the frog/turtle theme.  Perfect for my boy.

Davy adores little Seth.

Thanks for stopping by my blog for a visit. 

How are you all doing?

Much love, ~Shanda

Today, I feel much much better so I can tell you some of what was “wrong” with me without those crazy exhausted emotions getting in the way.

I WAS/AM HOMESICK….for my home-state, my home-town, my family. . . . . I wish I was in NY again!

When I had Jacob and Ethan, Rich and I lived in our first house in NY, near our families.  What I miss the most about that time was seeing my family any ol’ time I wanted to, and also having them come and visit me.  There is no one like your family if you come from a loving Christian home. 

Instead, I am here in CT.  Thankfully, my sister is nearby, which helps so much, but we are both currently in stages of life where it is almost impossible to hang around, visiting.  We are here in CT because of my husband’s job.  He has an awesome job that enables me to be a stay-at-home mama, and enables us to homeschool our children and buy the things we need to take care of our family.  We have an awesome house and the great outdoors is perfect for exploring and enjoying God’s creation.  But, at the same time……my husband has to work long hours, and is never free from his laptop, and blackberry.  And, I think, how much easier it would be if only I had my family to fall back on during the times that he is so busy.  I feel alone at this time with a newborn,  because I feel like there is no where for me to go (make that no where I want to go!  I did try the library the other day, and that didn’t help much), and no mom or aunts to come visit me ……like the “olden days”.

**sigh**

So that was that.  I realized, also, that there really is no point in thinking about the past, with longing.  I lived it already, enjoyed it, and now God wants me here.  I suppose that I have learned to lean on HIM in ways I never could have if we had stayed in NY.  “Back Home” would never be free from it’s own problems and struggles, as well.  “Back Home” wouldn’t mean perfect contentment, because that will never come until Jesus returns and makes all things new again.  I’m just saying, these are the honest thoughts that are in my heart.  I do, sometimes, wish we were still in NY.  I’m sure everyone who has ever “transplanted” feels that same way.  Yes?  “Bloom where you’re planted” is the advice given to anyone moving. . . .and it’s true, we do need to grow and flourish in our new environments, and in any change, but that doesn’t mean we don’t think about what we’ve left behind now and then.

So now that it’s Friday, I’m feeling better, perking up and looking forward to the weekend.  This week was hard because Rich was gone for 2 days and 2 nights and that is basically what set me off in my thinking about NY.  The kids don’t want to move, which makes me laugh.  They want to stay here where “all their friends are”. 

Going on a walk always cheers me up so let’s go!

Just outside my side door entry, I was astounded (last week) when I noticed some bulbs coming up!  Here in New England, every little bit of green is enough to make us smile. . . . .

I also noticed the Lady’s Mantle coming up.

One of the things that I find so comforting about my relationship with the Lord, is knowing that He will bring each season back, in it’s turn.  Spring will always come, sure as can be.  We can trust Him and His perfect timing.

The stream is a happy place to be, with it’s cool air, and sound of rushing water.

I like the darkness of the woods, with just enough beams of sunlight to make it all the more desired.

You just want to find those patches of sun, and stand in them.  You want to search out the brightest part of the water, and admire the reflection of the yellow sun. . . . .

I had to figure out how to cross the stream, because it was closer to the house that way and I was getting nervous about leaving the baby for too long (he was sleeping). . . .I gave myself a pep talk (“The kids do it all the time and they don’t care if they fall in and get THEIR feet wet!!”)  and made it across safe and sound.  My short walk rejuvenated me and reminded me that spring is coming.

This morning, I took the time to take a couple pictures of my little baby. . . . .

With around the clock feedings, I’m certain that He’s growing nicely.

These pictures are from the other day:

Finding some sun. . . .soaking in the rays.  (Amber, Seth is wearing the socks you sent him in this picture. )

David and Seth, last Saturday….I love the green striped pants on Seth.

Caleb and Grace snuggled up in Caleb’s room.  Notice all the Thomas stuff?  They were quietly playing a Thomas VTech game. . . .

Vanishing Mac ‘n cheese

3 Tablespoons butter
1/4 cup flour
1/2 t. salt
2 cups milk
1/4 pound Velveeta, cut up
1 1/2 cups shredded cheddar cheese
2 1/2-3 cups macaroni, cooked, drained

Melt butter in large saucepan on low heat.  Blend in flour and salt, cook and stir 1 minute.  Gradually add milk; cook, stirring constantly, until thickened.  Add cheeses, stir until melted.  Stir in macaroni.
Pour into greased casserole.  Bake at 350 for 20 minutes, or until thoroughly heated.  Serves about 6, depending.

I added 3 sliced hot dogs to the recipe the other day and served this for lunch.  Ethan was sick and didn’t eat but Jacob has been eating SO much lately that he had no trouble eating Ethan’s share.  He also objected when I helped myself to a Small Portion.  We had words over that. 

Okay, that does it for this blog.  Thanks for hanging in there, it took me forever to write all this because I had to keep taking breaks to do other things.

I hope you all have a fantastic weekend.  I’m SO glad it’s FRIDAY!

Love, Shanda

“The Lord will command His lovingkindness in the daytime,
and in the night His song shall be with me.”  Psalm 42:8

1 cup flour
2 teaspoons cream of tartar
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 cup water
1 Tablespoon vegetable oil
1 teaspoon vanilla, if you like
food coloring

Cook all ingredients in a 1 1/2 quart saucepan over medium heat, stirring constantly, about 4 minutes or until mixture forms a ball.

Remove from pan and let stand on counter 5 minutes.

Knead dough about 30 seconds or until it is smooth and blended.  Cool completely.  Store in airtight container in refrigerator.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I made five individual batches of this dough on Tuesday evening.  Rich was away on a business trip and I had to find something to keep the kids occupied during the last remaining hours before bedtime. 

Rich got back late last night from his trip to New Jersey.  I am feeling overwhelmed, Ethan has the stomach bug now and I’m not getting much sleep at night…Seth wakes up every three hours during the night and this morning he was up at 4:30 with a stuffy nose that was making him frustrated, poor thing.

At this moment, Seth is napping, Ethan is sleeping on the couch, Jacob is reading a book, and Grace and Caleb are watching a Thomas the Tank Engine video.  David is at school until 11:30.  Rich is at work but is going to try to come home early (which means around 5, instead of 6:30/7pm).

I don’t want to write, because I’m afraid I would come across as complaining.  Things are just really busy for me right now and there’s nothing to do except keep going (and Rich says I’m doing great, so that makes me feel good). . . . . .and now it’s time for me to shower and get dressed.  One thing at a time!

I hope you all have a great day!  Love, Shanda

Did you know that today is National Pancake day?

So, I suggest you get out your favorite pancake recipe and celebrate!

I made them for breakfast this morning. . . . . .

As usual, they were a big hit.  My kids L O V E their pancakes!

Caleb was the last one done.

Sometimes I use a mix, sometimes I make homemade buttermilk pancakes from scratch, sometimes buckwheat.  For texture, I might add a few tablespoons of cornmeal to the batter.  We like to sprinkle in blueberries that we picked last fall at Grandma’s house, and every once in a while I might surprise the kids with mini m n’ m’s.  We prefer real butter and real maple syrup on top, but we ran out of Grandpa’s syrup, and are waiting eagerly for our stock to get replenished this spring.  Aunt Jemima was a poor substitute, but good enough.

Cold milk or juice is a must during a pancake breakfast, and sausage or bacon on the side is even better!  The children were thankful, and they all ate like little piggies.  I doubled my recipe and there are only two leftover. 

Enjoy your pancakes!

Every day is a constant battle of my will to rededicate myself to God’s will for me.  My flesh wants to be selfish, my flesh wants to give in to the “grumps”.  I get tired, I get weak….both very good things that can/should be used to bring me to my knees, asking/begging God to give me a loving, servant’s heart toward my husband…..and children.

God bless you families that are seeking to glorify Him, I encourage you to keep on.  The days can be weary, it’s hard to stay on track, our minds wander off of our first love (Christ) and we stumble so often.  But, God’s love gently brings us back on course, pressing on.  It’s all good, it’s all worth it.

Those basic things a Mama does?  Laundry, meals, housework, smiles and hugs, encouragement, time to look her loved ones in the eyes…….not so basic, but actually good opportunities to show LOVE to God, and give Him the glory by serving her family with a grateful heart.

I guess what I’m trying to say is…..I’m tired today, and feeling a tad overwhelmed with my responsibilities.  However, at the same time, pulling me back in the other direction, is an awareness of God’s grace (like I wrote about on Friday) which will and does give me the strength to live for Him.  Not myself. 

Today was the first full day I had here with my six children.  It went surprisingly well and I just thank God for getting me through the day.  He has taken care of this little mama today, and I have this hymn running through my mind:

“He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater;
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase.” 

“When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving has only begun.”

“His love has no limit;  His grace has no measure;
His power has no boundary known unto men.
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus,
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again!”

~ Annie Johnson Flint

“He giveth more grace”  James 4:6

I believe it with all my heart, and thank God for His provision.  He gives more than we can imagine, and helps us in ways we don’t even recognize or fathom.  We thank and praise God NOW, but when we fully know, someday, what God really and truly has done for us, we will be singing His praise for all eternity.

My oldest and my youngest.  Jacob is 12 and Seth is almost 3 weeks old.  The little outfit that Seth has on was the one he came home in from the hospital.  I put it on him today and called him my little sausage, because I had to basically stuff him into it one last time.  Seth is sorry to be growing so fast and making his mama sad.

Grace and Ethan played Bananagrams together.

Poor Caleb spent his first night back home, throwing up.  Sorry, I don’t know any other way to describe it.  It all started at about 1am.  THANKFULLY, Rich got up with him through the night.  It’s our unspoken rule, that when I’m getting up with a newborn he gets up with Anyone Else.

Caleb’s sheets are still out on the porch, waiting for someone to shake them out.  Ew.

He had a nice hot bubble bath this morning, and of course he takes trains with him, the metal and plastic ones (the wooden ones lose their paint if they get wet).

The train under the white washcloth is Percy.  He was a ghost.  I kept hearing alarming ghostly sounds coming from the tub.

Caleb has a fascination with Seth’s diaper changes and likes to watch and observe the whole process.

If Grace ever becomes a nurse or caregiver, she’s going to need more practice.  I get pretty thirsty these days and there was a time today that I had to ask Grace to get me a drink of water.  She came right back with a TISSUE.  I told her to try again and she came back with a mug not even half way filled with water.  After I told her to fill it up and put ice in it, she came back with the mug filled to the uttermost tippy top of the mug and sloshed water into the chair when she handed it to me!  It was all fun. . . . .we all got some good laughter out of that episode.  It’s just a good thing that I personally did not get wet. 

We watched a movie . . . . . . .it was cozy.

These are the books I am reading, and I actually read a few pages today from The Prodigal God. 

The Prodigal God by Timothy Keller

The Power of Praying Through the Bible by Stormie Omartian

I was freaked out two times this morning.  Once was when Seth started crying and Ethan came carrying him to me.  The other time was when I went in the livingroom and found Grace with him in her arms.

Seth was wearing a onesie that says HEARTBREAKER on it.  Rich thinks he looks scared in this picture, but he wasn’t.  He was safe on my lap and sister was right next to him, too.  We were talking to him.  On second thought, maybe he WAS scared. 

Last but not least, my new sweater came today.  It is SO ME.  When I saw it I had to have it.  It’s my cheerful green sweater with cheerful white polka dots.  Love it!

Okay, that wraps up my day in photos.&nbs
p; Sethie woke up while I was finishing this up and Rich is walking around with him.  It’s time for his dinner. . . . .

HUGS and LOTSA love to you all!

~Shanda

I’ve got all my children home with me.  I’m so thankful that the Lord brought us back together again after almost two whole weeks of being apart. 

These are the first group Mama and children photos since Seth was born.  When I look at them I feel so content and grateful.

When Rich gets home from work then I’ll really be happy!

I wish I could write more but I have people who need me. . . especially Jacob, who is hungry and wants to talk to me all about his time with Grandma and Grandpa. 

Blessings to you this fine day~  Shanda

Just a quick post to put up a bunch of pictures that we (Grace and I) took yesterday and today. 

Things are still going well, but I find it hard to get things done.  That’s okay, I’d rather be on the couch holding baby anyway.

My sweet friend Joanna sent me a box of goodies yesterday in the mail, along with some awesome quotes and verses, and I thought I would share them with the pictures. 

Love, ~Shanda

Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply
to enjoy simply,
to think freely,
to risk life,
to be needed.

~Storm Jameson

Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.

~Helen Steiner Rice

The consciousness of loving and being loved
brings a warmth and a richness to life
that nothing else can bring.

~Oscar Wilde

Be strong and take courage all you who HOPE
in the Lord.  Psalm 31:24

For you are my hope;  O Lord God.
You are my confidence from my youth.

Psalm 71:5

Enjoy the little things,
for one day you may look back and realize
they were the big things.  ~Robert Bravlt

Live and work
but do not forget to play,
to  have fun in life and really enjoy it.  ~ Eileen Caddy

Hope is that thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops…..at all.

~Emily Dickinson

To enjoy life we must touch much of it lightly.  ~Voltaire

Enjoy:  To take pleasure or satisfaction in.

It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy,
that makes happiness.  ~Spurgeon

People who enjoy what they are doing
invariably do it well.  ~Joe Gibbs

This last picture especially….is a snapshot of my life right now….baby in arms, camera in hand, kitchen table covered with a puzzle in progress, folded laundry, and daughter Grace being tortured with Math work. 

Tomorrow, oh tomorrow!  I can’t WAIT to see my boys again!  The next pictures you see, Lord willing, will be of all of us together again, all eight of us.  In the meantime, I’ll enjoy today as patiently as I can. 

Have a great day! 

I was talking to my Mom on the phone last week and told her that I was aching for fresh flowers.  So, when the doorbell rang on my birthday, and this big basket of blooms was handed to me, I felt like they were a gift not only from the friend who sent them *unknowingly*, but from my Father in Heaven. . . . .

The bouquet is full of all different happy flower faces; yellow roses and tulips, red carnations, bright sunflowers, mums, lilies, and others.  Each one different but amazingly beautiful. 

I find that when I am in the house so much, caring for my new baby, nice flowers and pretty candles become important bits of pleasure for me as I go about my day.  So, thank you, dear ol’ friend of mine, for this much appreciated gift.  I’m enjoying them so much.

Happy Valentine’s Day!  I had my sweet Grace take a few photos of my valentine and me on Saturday morning.  It’s sometimes hard to keep Rich my priority when in “baby land” but our marriage works during this time because of God’s grace and some constant give and take, awareness and understanding, on our part.  Rich is my High School sweetheart, we fell in love when I was 17 years old, and I’m so thankful that God gave us to one another. . . . . .it’s good to take time now and then to remember the story of our love and think about the way God has led us during the last 13 years of marriage.

Growing together in so many ways. . .in our love, in our relationships with the children and others, in maturity, in thankfulness.

And it’s just so great to be married to someone you can laugh with and have fun with!

We get in some good arguments now and then, too, and that’s okay.  We still have so much to learn. 

I do think it’s very romantic that we had a baby this year. 

So, how was everyone’s weekend?  Ours was extra special, because my parents came out to see and hold baby Seth for the first time.  My parents are so comfortable to be with and this visit was especially nice because the boys were still in NY with Rich’s parents.  They were supposed to come home but Rich’s mom really wanted them to stay a little bit longer (so, they’ll be back on Thursday of this week).  I miss them so much, but it has been nice to have a quieter and slower household and it wasn’t as chaotic and busy during Mom and Dad’s visit.  I actually felt like I got my fair share of attention this time!

Here is my Dad, with Davy and Seth on his lap.  He is so good with all of his grandchildren.  Seth is my Mom and Dad’s 10th grandchild.

My Mom and Dad gave me a necklace for my birthday, some “bling”, which is something else that lifts my spirits as a stay a home mom….a little something pretty around my neck.  I’m wearing my new necklace in this picture with my Mom. . . .

My mom had five babies of her own and whenever a new grandchild is born she cannot rest until she’s seen and held him or her.  She just loves her babies, all of us, from me (her biggest baby) on down to new baby Seth. 

Doesn’t he look so sweet and small snuggling with his Granny?  (Mom SO does not look like a “granny”.  LOL)

Mom and I share a lot of interests and I am so thankful for her influence in my life.  We are friends and enjoy each other’s company.  Since Seth was born, we’ve talked almost every single day on the phone.  It’s been like therapy to me, to tell her the details of my day.  No one on earth cares like she does.

I was so happy to have Mom here to help me give Seth his first bath. 

I really like Seth’s skin.  He’s not as red and bumpy as some of my other babies.  He is peeling a lot, though, so it was good to scrub him all over with one of my newly made washclothes.  And then rub him down with a fluffy clean towel and slather him with some sweet baby lotion.  Clean babies are such a delight.

Mom, Grace, David, and I all did some crochet this weekend, too.  My mom also did some knitting. 

The orange creation in her hands is a small blanket/super hero cape that Davy wanted for his brown bear, Charlie.

Grace is still working on her scarf project.

It’s amazing what you can do in one chair. 

Another picture of Dear Dad, with baby.  He was giving Seth a soft and gentle temple rub.

Too soon it was time to say goodbye and wave them out of sight.  What a nice time it was, talking and laughing, drinking coffee, playing Bananagrams (Mom and I each won 2 times—men did not win once), eating meals and birthday cake, watching TV, etc.  I hope they will come again soon.

A random photo of David, just because I thought he was cute:

These pictures are from yesterday afternoon:

Seth and I are both doing really well.  I can tell you honestly that I feel better than I ever have before as a new mama.  Seth is two weeks old today and I feel like my normal self, only *tireder*.  I repeat—I have never felt this good two weeks after having a baby!  I know it must be the prayers of all my friends and family.  To God be the glory for the peace and joy I feel in my heart.

Our days are filled with feedings and changes, and naps.  I clean when I can, and spend time with Grace and David.  I try to sit in the sunshine as it comes through the windows to light up the house, and I try to get outside for a walk when I can, too.  I’m looking forward to warmer days ahead, working on projects around and in the house, and enjoying life as much as possible.

Here is something I read yesterday about parenting, which I thought was interesting:

“When the disciples wanted to know who was greatest, Jesus called a little child, and took him on his knee.  The disciples were clustered around him, and saw what he did.  A little child in the midst is often used to teach great lessons to older people.  When a new baby comes into a home, God sets it in the midst of a family as a teacher.  Parents suppose they are training their children, but the children are also teaching and training them.

I learned more of the meaning of the fatherhood of God, and of the way he feels toward his children, in one week after the first baby came into my home, than I had learned from teachers and books, even from the Bible, in all the preceding years of my life.  Every child’s life is a book, a new page of which is turned over each day.

Children are not angels, and yet they bring from heaven to earth many fragments of loveliness.  Their influence in a home is a benediction.  They soften hearts and change the whole thought of life in their parents.  It is no more of self.  They begin to live for their children.    The children open love’s chambers.  They train their parents in patience, gentleness, thoughtfulness.  While a young child is in the home a school of heaven is set up there.  Sad is it for those within, if they miss the chance of learning such blessed lessons.”

~ J.R. Miller

It is true, I have found a richness and value in life that I never expected, all because God made me a Mama.

God is good to all:  and His tender mercies are all over His works.  Ps. 145:9

Nothing shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.  Romans 8:39

The Lord God is a sun and shield:  the Lord will give grace and glory.  Psalm 84:11

God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.  1 John 4:16

God. . . .great things doeth He which we cannot comprehend.  Job 37:5

I hope all of you have a wonderful day! 

Love  ~Shanda

P.S.  While I was writing all this, Grace and David worked together to make a paper airplane.  They taped papers together until it was about 12 feet long!  They have been such good company for each other during this time when their brothers are away.

Can it be?

She’s 33!

I admit, I still take a childlike pleasure in my own birthday!  It’s just such a fun day to ENJOY life and thank God for all His many blessings.  Today I have my very own birthday-baby in my arms to be thankful for. 

My husband is working from home this morning as a gift to me.  This afternoon, we take Seth out for the first time for his doctor’s appointment and a quick trip to Costco to pick up his birth announcements.

I took a bunch of pictures yesterday because we had such a gorgeous FEBRUARY THAW.  The air was warm, the spring birds were chirping, and the sun was gentle and bright. 

Davy-do missed the bus yesterday, and it provoked me to tears, but ended up being a blessing because he and Grace had such fun outside together jumping on the trampoline and enjoying the weather.  After a while, and after changing my sandals into boots, I went out for a little walk, and made them join me. 

We headed for the stream right away.  I grew up with a stream to explore, and it was always a magical place for me in the winter with the different echoing sounds, and beautiful icy wonderlands.  The thoughts of white and silver ice fairies and secret fairy castles and caves under the banks of shiny ice-creations always drifted through my mind—and they still do. 

David really liked exploring the stream yesterday, too.

Isn’t it beautiful with the sunshine?

The ice lays like a blanket over the water, but with enough space for the water to flow underneath without touching the bottom of it.  David had fun throwing down bits of bark, to watch them travel under the ice-bridges.  He actually laughed with glee.

The sound of the water is music to my ears.

A classic little boy photo—shoes on the wrong feet, tongue poking out the side of his mouth. . . .cold and pink hands from playing in the water. . . . .

David even got to go barefoot! 

Dancing a joyful spring-fling. . . . .

. . .and running over the snow in bare feet!

(David also had a lot of fun yesterday sprinkling salt on the snow to watch it melt. . . .)

I got to go outside two times, and it felt great.

I was able to get some rest, too, with this little man. . . . .

Reading Proverbs in bed with a newborn is one of motherhood’s many pleasures. . . . .

Later on that evening, when Rich came home, I just had to take this picture of him.  A Dad always has a different way with the children, which I think is very normal and healthy.  Although, I did see Seth as a little sack of ‘taters when he was being held like this:

Grace took the top picture of me with Seth, this morning on my birthday.  After taking a bunch of photos and adjusting baby this way and that, Seth got woozy and promptly spit up all over himself and my shirt.  It gave me an excuse to give him a sponge bath.  After I was done, and Seth was dry and warm, we spent some time rocking.  He was alert and happy.  I think he liked being clean and sweet.

Daddy took some pictures and then it was his turn to admire the clean baby.

Last night was the best night I’ve had since Seth was born.  It was the first night that I was was not nervous and slept peacefully secure, knowing God would watch over His little lamb(s).  Seth slept from 10 to 2:30 and then from 3 to 6.  (found this verse yesterday and it was MINE….“When thou liest down, thou shalt not be afraid:  yea, thou shalt lie down, and thy sleep shall be sweet.”  Proverbs 3:24)

I hope all of you are enjoying this day!  You are loved

Shanda

“He that followeth after righteousness and mercy findeth life, righteousness, and honor.”  Proverbs 21:21

“A good name is rather to be chosen than great riches, and loving favor rather than silver and gold.”  Pr. 22:1

“By humility and the fear of the Lord are riches, honor, and life.”  Pr. 22:4

“Train up a child in the way he should go:  and when he is old, he will not depart from it.”  Pr. 22:6

“The father of the righteous shall greatly rejoice:  and he that begetteth a wise child shall have joy of him.  Thy father and thy mother shall be glad, and she that bare thee shall rejoice.  My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways.”  Pr. 23:24-26

Edit……

Seth weighs 6 lbs and 13 oz and had a great check up!

Also, look what I just discovered….totally exciting!

I NEED SOME SQUARE FIESTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!