-- Spurgeon
Through wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established; By knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
-- Spurgeon
Monday, March 12, 2012
weekend getaway
my dad surprised us all on christmas morning, by telling us he was taking us all to lake arrowhead for a weekend in march. :) this past weekend, we enjoyed our family getaway! our cabin was very spacious and a bit funky. it has seven levels and the kids kept calling it a "mansion in the mountains." there wasn't snow, but josh made up a game that we dubbed "acorn toss." we enjoyed s'mores by the fire, board games, movies, relaxing, mom's meatloaf and chili, shopping around the village, feeding the ducks on the lake, getting frozen yogurt and playing chess, rides in the village, throwing snow at one another (with the small piles of leftovers), getting breakfast at the popular waffle restaurant, drawing on the chalkboard in the cabin, and squeezing in a little photo shoot of the grandkids and their grandparents. it went by too quickly...but it was so fun to get away all together! :) thank you, dad!!
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
our new classroom
to make room for baby, we moved our classroom downstairs. the new room is bigger and used to be a guest room. the boys and i are enjoying the extra space that we have now....and this week, we did a fun science project- to learn about the phases of the moon! can't believe this school year is flying by so quickly....and next year, i will be teaching while rocking/feeding/tending to a newborn!!
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Our Little Dude!
Here's the little one at 20 weeks!!
"You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank You for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous- how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in Your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are Your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can't even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand!" -Psalm 139:13-18a-