YIP Day 6

“Smile and say, baaaa”

The Chase grans in a rare moment of stillness

Little A going for a ride in Little S’s truck

Hope you liked getting a glimpse of the kids this week. Have a blessed new year! I’ll be back Monday for fresh, witty posts, as usual.

YIP Day 5

This is newborn Little A. I think the tag on the outfit sums it up.

She’s the pumpkin in the middle.

I think someone was blowing in her face when this was taken. Reminds me of this commercial I saw recently about high-speed internet.

YIP Day 4

Noi Noi is blessing number 4, such a fun and sweet boy. Here he is on a friend’s tractor.

A day this spring when he missed a step and ended up in the mud.

Noi Noi and Little S dressed as Indians at Thanksgiving. My sister in law made the neat costumes!

YIP *Stop Press*

It has been brought to my attention that all of the pics of Little S so far have him in costume. And there are still more that I have chosen to post, with him in costume. Didn’t notice the redundancy until now. So here he is without his mask. It was taken right after I shot the picture of the girls dressed up for the party (see previous post), and he runs up, puts his back against the wall, and says,”Take a picture of me, too, Mommy!” Then he suddenly gets shy and the fingers go in the mouth.

And here we have a slightly ill, but happy, little boy.

YIP Day 3

Little S is our resident superhero.

He is so fun.

His favorite thing to do right now is-
whatever Daddy is doing.

YIP Day 2

Big S is definitely our most unique child. She pretty much just thinks differently than everyone in our house.

She has her own sense of fashion.
She loves to help Mom in the kitchen, and almost always has her signature smile on.

This is the older four dressed up at Halloween. Little S kept saying, “Look at my tail!” Note Big S’s ever-present smile.

The Year In Pictures

Over the next few days I’ll be posting some of my favorite pictures of the kiddies taken this year. Enjoy.
Starting with the oldest- A-Major has grown up so much this year! She reads like you wouldn’t believe, and is expecting to lose her first tooth any day now.

This is from Read Across America Week- Read in Silly Socks Day.

Dancer and princess dressed for their cousin’s birthday party.

Tune in tomorrow for favorite pics of Big-S!

Merry Christmas!

How silently, how silently
The wondrous gift is given!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heaven.
No ear may hear His coming;
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still,
The dear Christ enters in.
from O Little Town of Bethlehem

Snow-Covered Memory Lane

This time of year I can’t help but remember one Christmas, in 1994. I don’t know what sets me off down memory lane- a whiff of a cigarette on the cold air, the still silence of winter night while driving, or just hitting the one more year mark from when it happened.
I was all set to go to Word of Life Bible Institute right after Christmas, I was going to drive up there and get a fresh start on my post- secondary education. I had been at OSU for a quarter, and really not liking it. I was lonely, and the math was hard. I don’t remember how it happened, but somehow I hooked up with my old boyfriend one night before Christmas and we decided to go on an all night road trip. I think we went all the way out to Cedarville, then down to Portsmouth, then wound up through the hills to Athens, the whole time throwing caution to the wind and laughing at what we were doing, driving all over the southern half of Ohio this cold, snow blanketed night. Nobody knew where we were. As we headed north out of Athens, we passed by the exit for The Plains, coincidentally one of the towns I lived in growing up. A deer came across the highway, and, giving me no time to swerve to miss it, was hit head on on my drivers’ side. I freaked out, no other way to put it. It is a wonder that I was able to keep driving. But I did, and made it into Nelsonville to stop at a gas station and assess the damage to the car. There happened to be a sheriff there at the station, and he wrote up some kind of report on the accident. I remember thinking how, now that there was a report, my parents would find out. Like they wouldn’t notice the deer-torso shaped dent in the front of the car. How foolish.
We made it home, and I had to tell my parents what had happened. I remember just wanting to go to sleep and never wake up, the feeling of stupidity was so great. Here I was with an awesome opportunity to leave this nonsense behind and escape to Jack Wyrtzen’s Bible Land in upstate New York, and this is what I chose to do with my time before I left.
Tonight, we went out with friends, and at one point we were talking about my high school years. I said that if there were a my-life version of Back To The Future, I would catch up with my younger self in the park behind the elementary school in 1992, and beg myself to leave with me, right now and not ever go back. Who knows if I would have listened to myself, anyway. Too bad the past can’t be conveniently changed to make us feel better, like in the movies.
But one blessing, at least, has resulted from the many times I think back to being such a silly teenager- the chance to see so many instances of God’s grace. That night driving through pitch black Hocking Hills, that wasn’t me making sure the car didn’t go over the hill on a hairpin curve, that was God. That wasn’t me hitting the deer just right so it didn’t roll up through the windshield and kill me, that was God.
We got my deer-maimed car into a body shop that graciously fixed it over Christmas. When we went to pick it up, I noticed there was a leaf imprint in the new paint job on the hood. That imprint never disappeared after waxings and years gone by. I think of it now as one more little reminder of God’s grace-“Yes, I fixed your car, but it will not be the same as before. Sin does some damage that remains.”
These memories are bittersweet, obviously, but I am glad to have them. Winter comes every year with its cold and its silence, but also with its snow, that covers all with pure whiteness. I remember how low I can get in my desires and ways, and I remember how God ransomed me and continues to redeem my faulty attempts at living this life, with a thick blanket of snow that makes it all radiate His beauty.
White as snow
White as snow
Though my sins were as scarlet
Lord I know
Lord I know
I am saved and forgiven
By the power of your blood
By the wonder of your love
Through faith in you I know that I can be
White as snow
(Not a song by me but I am having trouble googling who I can attribute it to at the moment, so just know I didn’t write this 🙂
We may not see any of the white stuff in our neck of the woods this Christmas, but it is enough for me to feel the cold on my cheeks, and sit with my thoughts on these silent nights, remembering His manifold grace.

Bites Will Hurt Now

Little A’s first tooth showed up today. Wow, after documenting her rolling over and now this, this blog is becoming the closest thing to a baby book that this baby will have. Poor girl.