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Overheard #3: My husband "overheard" this one. I call it, "What a shame." Middle aged woman with an attitude just standing behind a mini-van that is about to run her over: "Oh, I'm about to get paid !" The van didn't hit her. But, Dwayne stayed to ensure that if it had, he would be there to give his testimony against the woman to the police officer.
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Overheard #2 - I call this one, "Well, at least he's being responsible... er, sort of." Middle-aged man to another middle-aged man who wanted him to park in the fire lane: "We ridin' illegal, so I ain't tryin' to get pulled."
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Overheard #1 - I call this one, "Why do so many young people insist on being cliches?" I heard a 16 yr. old girl say to another 16 yr. old girl: "I got wasted in like fifteen seconds..."
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I thought I'd start a collection of all the absurd, shocking, interesting, etc. things I happen to overhear. I got the idea here .
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I find Cheerios all over the place now that she's eating and dropping them (mostly dropping). The other day, I went to change Avril's diaper and...
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She likes saltines... a lot . She must get that from her Grandad Evans.
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I'd walk a thousand miles Or sit and count bathroom tiles. I'd endure any number of trials Rather than go through all my piles. -Veronica Boulden
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I have the kind of kid who jumps into the pool to see if she really will sink like her mom said she would. I think they call it "strong willed." I have a few words of my own for it, but I only say those under my breath in moments of desperation. Norah got a bead stuck up her nose yesterday. She came up the stairs from the playroom hysterical. I managed to stay calm (on the outside). If had showed any worry, she'd have passed out, she was that upset. I thought we may have to visit the ER, but I looked up her nose, saw the bead was close enough to reach and talked her into laying down on the couch and letting me get it out with tweezers. Luckily, she cooperated and it came out without any trouble. Add this to Norah's of "firsts," not to mention my own. I have no idea where this bead came from, by the way . It figures that the first time I ever see it, it's up Norah's nose.
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For the next two weeks, Norah's doing chores around the house to raise money for "the hurricane in Sadie." You may know it as the earthquake in Haiti. Her teachers at our church small group gave her this little box and told her the story about "big walls falling down, people being hurt, or killed, or having really bad boo, boos." They explained to us parents that an anonymous someone at our church is matching all donations (up to $100,000 dollars). Norah's been sweeping the kitchen floor, picking up messes, helping with dinner, yet all the time, reminding me she isn't doing it for free. She's been inspired to give and I'm impressed by her heart. Her gift may be small, but God can multiply it and others like it by thousands.
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Add Cheerios, scrambled eggs, macaroni and cheese and spaghetti to Avril's menu. I'll lay these on her tray and she'll pick them up and feed herself now.
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Toss 1 to 2 pounds of fresh broccoli with 2 tablespoons vegetable oil. That's right- vegetable oil, n ot olive oil. Sprinkle it with salt and pepper generously and roast it on a baking sheet with raised edges for 10 minutes. Take it out and turn it and let it roast for another 10 minutes. This turns plain 'ol brocolli into an unbelievably tasty, simple (not to mention healthy) side dish.
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I saw this beaten sticker in the back of an NYC taxi and thought, "How quickly the shine wears off..."
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My little girl. You're big enough to inspire her imagination. Good enough to keep her coming back for more. Your plans would satisfy any thirst for adventure. Your passion would capture her heart. My little girl. But, that spirit, Lord! That will! Only you can bend it. Use my hands, of course. Make them firm and sure. Gentle, too. But you must do What only you can do. Pour out your spirit on us. Cover her with your grace till then. My little girl. May she be your little girl. And soon! -Veronica Boulden
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A picture of me at fifteen. The Bible says, "It is good for a man to follow the Lord in his youth." I read that at fifteen when I was a new Christian and thought that verse didn't apply to me. I wanted it to, but I thought the words described all my friends in my youth group who got baptized when they were three, whose parents kept them in church and out of trouble till they were my age. Back then, I felt only pangs of regret over the years I had missed out. But now, I read that verse and my heart swells at the years God has given me. I'm thirty, so that means I took off after Christ some fifteen years ago. I ran in the way of His commandments and He has been faithful to enlarge my heart. Do you know what else this means? The verse actually applies to me now. Praise God! It was good that I followed the Lord with my youth.
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This billboard outside a small town in Minnesota made national news last week. I got the photo off the Fox News website. Read more here .
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I used to wonder, "Why is it too hard to bend over and pick up a naked Barbie doll out of the tub?! And why are all the dolls naked anyway?!" I'd often ask myself, "Why couldn't that mom have just taken a second to sweep up when her baby was through? Just one second!" "You mean to tell me she was too busy to even close the cereal box?!" I've gained a ton of insight with the birth of my second child and the answers to these and many other similar questions, are the wages, Nay! the rewards!!! of we busy mothers of more-than-one.
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This baby was loved, deeply. And he was wanted, desperately. I had to pass his bed on the way to see Avril while she was in the NICU. So, I saw him several times while our daughter was still in the hospital. I always marveled at his form. I think I almost marveled at him more than I marveled at my little Avril. She was my daughter, yes, and her precious, newborn hands could just barely wrap around my thumb. She was so beautiful. But, his hands were the size of my thumb prints ! He was breathtaking in his tiny perfection. That afternoon, his parents stood by his covered bed, hovered by it really, visibly torn between their desire to cradle their boy and their awareness that such a gesture might actually kill him. So, they stood as close to his protective plastic case as they could manage and they did what they could. His mother had her hand in one of the special openings. From within a special glove attached to the hole, she gently stroked her baby's tiny hand (and I mean
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For once, I think I finally captured her spirit in a picture! This is what every afternoon is like with Avril (when she isn't teething). No, really, sometimes it occurs to me how blessed I am and the impression nearly knocks me over. I am always glad when I can catch those moments with my camera. I am so humbled and thankful for the life God has given me.
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Now. And Then. Now and then I like to compare my pictures, to see how quickly my kids have grown. This serves to remind me how quickly time flies, how what seem like insignificant minutes add up to hours, days, years. For what is your life? It is a vapor, that appears for a little time, and then vanishes away. James 4:14
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We're off to a home school Valentine's Day party today. Norah's giving each kid a pack of twenty-four crayons as a valentine. I had Norah write the word "COLOR" on one side of a piece of construction paper. Then, I told her to flip it over and write her name on the back of each little card, so everyone would know who it came from. That much she could do herself. I went back and filled in the words to make each card say, "You COLOR my world." I adapted the idea from this valentine .
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God forbid! I resent having to pick up so many blankets around the house and fold them again and again and again. Maybe one day He'll give me the grace to just let them lie. So many blankets around the house! Or even better, just enough grace to be thankful since this is why I wanted so many blankets around the house in the first place. -Veronica Boulden
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Notice the Halloween bib over the Christmas pajamas. I've got two words for you: Laundry day. Two more: Second child. (I would not have allowed Norah to be caught dead in either of these things, let alone these things together ). You know those two famous words: Things change. Now I live and breath by the two words: Who cares?!
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From Orlando, we traveled back to South Carolina for a night. We got to see my family for dinner and again for breakfast before we left town. From there, we traveled to Virginia. We arrived late in the afternoon, so we swam in the indoor pool at our hotel for a few hours and then had a nice dinner. We planned to leave first thing in the morning, but when we woke up, there was a few inches of snow on the ground. Dwayne checked the roads and interstate and nothing had been cleared and snow was still falling, so we decided to stay another day. We enjoyed more time in the indoor pool that day and more Chic-fil-a, of course. We left the next day and made decent time getting home.
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Our vacation days were filled with simple pleasures. The resort had seven pools and even though we swam everyday, we only visited three of them in all. Norah poses by a fountain near one of the pools. Most every pool had a kiddie feature or wading pool of some kind, but Norah spent most of her time in the large, heated pools with me or one of her grandparents. The wind made it pretty cold to be anywhere other then under the water . But, that was a blessing in disguise, too. With so much practice, Norah was swimming on her own, even diving for toys by the end of the week! We enjoyed the sun. I assumed that a week spent away in warmer weather would make the rest of my winter more bearable when I got home. It didn't. It just made the winter seem that much colder than it did before I had a brief period of sunshine. No wonder Mom and Dad don't visit after August and before May. It really is cold here. Avril liked to play in the middle of our king sized bed. We'd push her
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On Saturday morning, we drove from Dwayne's parents' house to the resort in Orlando. Dwayne's parents followed us in their own car. Our Jeep isn't big enough for everybody. It barely holds us. Dwayne's company was providing us a room because he had to be there for the conference. His parents were coming along to stay with us while we were at the resort so we could spend more time together. When we arrived, I was the last to walk into our hotel room. I think it because I was bringing the baby up in the stroller. But, I used the door that lead into Dwayne's parents' side of the suite, but didn't realize that I was walking into "their side" at the time. I thought their living room must be the main room for all of us, their laundry room must be our laundry, their bathroom must be our bathroom, etc. since it was so all so nice and so big that it had to be the space we'd share... right? Here are some pictures of "their side." But, t