Ellie's Birthday Party!

What a fantastic party we had for our baby girl (and her Aunt Stacey)!

We decorated the house:
  

Boo!

Some treats for my little goblins





Nothing says Halloween like sparkly skeletons.

Candy Corn in a skull anyone?

Cooked up some goodies:
Scary amount of food!

Cookies and Cream rice crispy treats...oh yeah...



Deviled "eyes." They look sad.

 Stacey is our Golden Child.  She excels in all she does, so of course we (my brother and I) tease her as much as possible.  Ellie is the golden child in training.





We honor them with cake!

Ellie and Aunt Stacey

Cake Time!

Try this, Daddy!


After a little cake, we must kick up our feet!

A little silliness thrown in, and it was a perfect day!!

What a face!

There it is again!

What a way to end the day!  Doesn't get any better than this!

The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family.
-- Thomas Jefferson

Love is...



"The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only - and that is to support the ultimate career. "
— C.S. Lewis



Today I am thankful to my loving husband. He works incredibly hard and sacrifices for his family so I can be where I belong, home with our babies!


Ahhh, Thursday...

Today is way better than yesterday, probably because we haven't left the house! 




We had a fun morning, playing and singing:



Ellie in Noah's hand me downs, she needs a bow!





































We're singing, singing, singing!!




My handsome boy.


I cut corners yesterday and bought frozen bread dough instead of homemade, to make a bread spider for the Halloween/ Birthday party Saturday night. The kids were so crazy at the store, I just grabbed all the refrigerated groceries out, and left the rest for the husband to carry in. Or, at least, I thought I did....I forgot to have him gather the rest of the bags last night.  Frozen bread dough in my trunk thaws, and rises...and rises...and rises...and POPS! out of the package. Thankfully, it was in it's own shopping bag and didn't create too much of a mess.  Next time I think I will forgo the laziness, and bring all the bags in myself.  Guess I am making it from scratch after all! 


Thought for the day:



"When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost,
Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak
And need His strength to carry on.

When I say. "I am a Christian"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian"
I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner
Who received God's good grace, somehow."
— Maya Angelou
 

Today was interesting!!

My babies screamed from one end of the grocery store to the other this morning. The Bad Babies took over their bodies today, so embarrassing! But, I love them dearly, no matter what they do.  The joy of being a Mama!


The young, childless look at me with contempt.  Their future children will never act this way!  I remember those days.
The Moms and Dads just like me look at me with understanding, which made me feel not so alone.
The older generation looks at me with nostalgia.  Many of them tried to cheer them up.  I am thankful for their smiles. 






"Through the blur, I wondered if I was alone or if other parents felt the same way I did - that everything involving our children was painful in some way. The emotions, whether they were joy, sorrow, love or pride, were so deep and sharp that in the end they left you raw, exposed and yes, in pain. The human heart was not designed to beat outside the human body and yet, each child represented just that - a parent's heart bared, beating forever outside its chest."  -Debra Ginsburg






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