Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Christmas 2015


John and I had an early Christmas present this year. We got to attend the ACC championship football game in Charlotte. Carolina played against Clemson. Beth graciously agreed to keep our younger two kiddos. We had a wonderful time, although it could have been better if the Heels had won.

The wait to get into the game was incredible. We missed the kick-off. They scanned Every. Single. Person. front and back. It took forever just to get into the stands, a legacy of our terrorist aware world.


We should have known from the sea of orange, it wasn't the baby blue's night.

It was freezing, but we enjoyed ourselves.


The building in the background lit up blue when UNC scored. Unfortunately, it was orange a bit more than it was blue.


After our game weekend, we, along with John, Jr and Sharon,  got our Christmas tree and decorated our house.





Bring on Christmas, which came very quickly.

Another Christmas of not having everyone....booo! But, I'm thankful for the ones that were here.

We did our traditional walk to see the luminaries, after church services.



Then the Bible reading and singing





and the yearly "yuletide pig out"


Christmas morning brought breakfast fixed by the kids and eaten in our room. Then presents....









Then laden with food and presents, it was off to Nana and Grandaddy's. We got together with Anna, Jamie, their girls and my brother, Tom's, family.

After returning home, Anna, Jamie and the girls came and got their presents.

Waverly decides the paper looks tasty.



Layne miraculously turned into Elsa

and froze Papa.

Daniel had a couple of days with us before he had to return to post Christmas training.
We enjoyed a fun night of Rummy.


I don't remember who won, but it wasn't me!


So another Christmas came and went. I'm very thankful to the Lord for His gift of life through Jesus. I'm thankful that he provided so we could give to our kids. I'm thankful for the ones who were able to be here, and the ones who couldn't make it. Either way you shake it, I've got so very much to be thankful for, and that fact is ever so apparent at Christmas!



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Wednesday, March 2, 2016

John's family Christmas



Right after we picked up Solomon, we went to John's side of the family's Christmas.

We got to meet our great nephew, Luke. He, his little sister and parents live in Los Angeles. They don't get here very often. We'd never met Luke, Alice nor their Mom.


The brothers plus Jake

 John's mom and neice, Hannah

It was really special this year. Beth has not been at this side of the family's Christmas in the past 8 years. Now that she lives close, she was able to come!


John's mom is 89 years old. While leaving the party she decreed that from now on Christmas would be celebrated at her house, since she is too old to travel. Over the past 10 years, we've been taking turns at each other's houses. So from now on, Christmas will be at Grandma's house!

Enter Solomon


After Layla passed away, we decided that we would wait for 6 months before getting another dog. Since I picked Layla's breed, the new dog would be John's pick. He really wanted a German Shepherd. I had a major reservation about this breed, as their nickname is German Shedder. I hated the thought of a dog that shed endlessly and profusely. Years ago, the kids and I went to a Police dog competition and I really admired the Belgian Malinois. BM look a lot like GS, but have a much shorter and less shedding coat. John began to investigate this breed and he kept reading, "high strung" and "driven". We interpreted this as meaning hyper and needy.

On Dec. 12, as he was computer surfing for dogs, John found a website that listed, "Shepinois's for sale". He showed me the pictures and I agreed that I liked the look and lack of shedding potential. We researched the breed and liked what we read. Then he discovered a breeder that currently had Shepinois puppies ready to go home. That Saturday night, I e mailed the breeder just for kicks and giggles. The breeder sent me back these pictures, which I saw Sunday after church.

One of the puppies
The Daddy...weighs about 100 lbs


 The mom weighs about 40

The uncle (mom's brother) playing with the puppies.


I was smitten! I loved the look of the puppies, the lack of shedding, the price and the location. John loved that the breed was a combination of two very intelligent breeds.  The naming rights were mine, since he had named Layla. He kept telling me how smart the dog would be, so I decided to name him, "Solomon". Both John, Jr and Daniel lobbied for the name, "Marvin". I thought that sounded like a goofball dog name.

Sunday after church, John called and talked to the breeder. He found out that there was one male left in the litter, and someone was coming to get a puppy that afternoon. The puppies had been born on Sept. 27th. The breeder was located in Mount Holly, which is right out of Charlotte, where we were going the next Saturday for John's family Christmas. The wheels began to turn. At one point, I told John, "Let's go get the dog!" As the words came out of my mouth, I wondered to myself what in the world had gotten in to me??? I really was enjoying the unencumbered feeling of not having a dog. When I got up that morning, I was not at all thinking about jumping into dog ownership again. And yet, here I was suggesting that we, at 2 pm, jump in the car and drive 2 and 1/2 hours to get a dog....nuts! I still can't explain it?

The day was beautiful and we had promised the kids to take a walk around our local lake. John suggested that we not drive all that way, with the chance that the male could be sold by the time we got there. Instead he suggested that we pray and ask God for guidance and wisdom. We asked the Lord to save the male, (John really wanted a male), for us, if this was the right dog for us. The person was supposed to be at the breeders by 3. We walked and talked about this little puppy. It became clear that we were all going to be disappointed if the person chose him.

The breeder had told John he would call him. We got home and no call came. We were so bummed, we figured the other person had gotten him. Finally, at 6, John called the breeder. The person had taken a female. If we sent a deposit, the breeder would hold the male for us until the next Saturday, then he sent us this picture.

Our puppy is the tall one in the back, along with two of his sisters.



Saturday, we drove to family Christmas and on the way went to get out dog.

This was the first time we laid eyes on "Solomon Marvin D*****"


Daddy's first time holding Solomon


Kisses for Daniel

Abbey had stayed the night with Beth, so she met Solomon at Beth's house

Beth loves puppy cuddles


We went straight to John's brother's house. If Solomon wasn't outside, he stayed in my lap.

Lou, Daniel's dog was with us. Solomon quickly bonded with him.

When I first help Solomon in my lap in the car, he went crazy. I thought, "Oh no, we have a wild one!" But once he was down in the back of the car, he calmed down.

He is a great dog. He has indeed lived up to his name, learning to sit after 24 hours and becoming house broken after a week.

and sooo stinkin' cute



He was a cuddle bug.



As puppies do, he is growing like a weed. At four and half months, he weighed 47.2 pounds. He can shake, sit and stay, get down and roll. He is quite a chewer and adores playing with his big human brother and sister's dogs.



His ears are wacky! They straighten out and then he grows and they flop again. I've read that by the time he's done teething, around 7 months, they will be permanently straight.



He rings this set of bells when he needs to go out to potty.

Almost 4 months



We all are smitten with this furry boy! He's won all of us over, me included. I still can't say what possessed me to want to get another dog, but I can say I'm glad we did!

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Monday, February 15, 2016

Thanksgiving 2015


 As with most years, I have an incredible list of things to thank the Lord for! We've had some really hard times in our family these past couple of years, but we've also had many sweet victories! God has been faithful all year and I see His hand moving in so many areas of our lives. There still are things that I pray fervently for, but I know he is listening and will answer in the proper time.

Today in church, the preacher said, "I've talked with several mountain climbers and they all say that there is no growth at the top of a mountain. The growth is in the valley." I chewed on this statement  a little and found a lot of wisdom in it.  When things are hunky-dorey and moving along well, I find myself not crying out to God, well, not just not crying, but sometimes not even taking the time to talk to God. It's not intentional. It's just a natural inclination to forget about my need of Him when I'm not suffering. As I type that, I shudder, it sounds so awful! So not who I want to be, but if I'm honest, it is so who I am.  Now-- when trouble comes a knockin', my prayers start a flyin'!

The amazing thing is that God never says, (as I would be apt to), "Oh, well,well, well, now you come to me. Strange it's only when you need something, isn't it?" Nope, He comforts me and I know He hears my pleas.  So, it's no wonder that my faith grows in the valleys of life. It's not God's fault that I bolster my faith in the bad times. He's there in all times, good and bad. I'm the one who wavers, not God.

So, on to recalling Thanksgiving 2015... God answered my prayer in a mighty way and Beth, Greg and Evie moved from a nine plus hour drive away to a 2 and 1/2 hour drive from our home!! I can hardly believe it... pinch me!!! As a result of them moving so close to Thanksgiving, they decided to spend Thanksgiving with us and Christmas with Greg's family. (we were supposed to get Christmas this year). But, hey! I put on my big girl panties and realized the truth that they were close to me now and thus I had no room to gripe!

This change, on the bright side, meant we'd have all of our kids together for one day. It's been 2 years since that happened. A great time for a picture, right???  Wrong.....not if you want that picture to be a "good" one of everybody. How many shots does it take to catch one instant where everyone is looking at the camera and smiling (or at least not frowning)? Apparently, more than 7!

Layne's not looking...



Waverly's not looking and Evie is messing with her hair


Ditto...
 Ditto...

Close, but Abbey and Layne have strange smiles going on...


Evie has about had it! (Note...she had just participated in a marathon photo shoot with her mom and dad a few moments before we started this one.  She had reached her limit of photo smiles)

Evie is still not with the program and Elijah is either picking his nose, or trying out his "Bewitch" skills? 



We did get some good pictures of John and I with our precious grandchildren


Evie flat out refused to be apart of this one. 


The day after Thanksgiving we went to the beach for a few days.

The weather was beautiful. I was amazed that Abbey swam in November!




I found my first ever whole sand dollar shell

Both Abbey and Elijah fished with their new rods Nana bought for them.




Our house got a new coat of paint. Maybe we should rename it "the lemon peel"? The lesson learned here is to test your painter's sense of matching colors before he applies the paint. (Actually it's kind of grown on me, but at first...it burned my retinas)


With such great weather, it was hard to believe that Christmas was right around the corner!