Friday, September 28, 2007


One of the mysteries of life for me is friendship. I have been so very lucky to know some of the people that I call my friend. Besides my DH, my best friends are, in no particular order:


Man, I am lucky to know these women. Here's the mystery...I haven't talked to them in, like, forever! The totally cool part is that if any one of these friends showed up at my door, it would be like we saw each other yesterday. We were that close. And I love them that much.

I have five kids and a husband that I adore. I feel like it's the "season" of life I am in, but I have a hard time connecting with my friends like I want too. A homeschooling mom spends a freakish amount of time with her kids. Since we are in our house basically 24/7, we have to constantly stay on top of housework. No one leaves for school. They are here. All. day. long. When I do get some free time, I usually go sit in my closet and drink a bottle of wine. I'm kidding, of course.

It's a bottle of Jack, sitting in the van in the garage. I'M KIDDING! It'd be WAY too hot!

Where was I? Oh! Free time... I am one of those rare women that actually likes to spend time with her DH. My man is my favorite thing. We are very selfish with our time alone. So that leaves very little time for girl dates. I want to try and do better communicating. Actually, it's one of the reasons I started this blog. I want my friends and family to know we are still here and thriving, I just don't have time to have a meaningful conversation.

I'm an all or nothing kinda girl, you see, and I have sooooo much to say to these people that the sheer thought of the length of these conversations sends my heart into an irregular rhythm. I get light-headed and nauseated and I have to put my head between my legs just to be able to breathe. There...I said it. It's no secret I have issues.

I've had other friends that are dudes and, well, I feel funny calling a dude my bff. But there were those that had an important place in my heart. I never dated these guys. They treated me too well. I honestly believed they thought of me as a friend. My dude friends have included:


So...Galen. We have been friends for a longtime. He was my junior high boyfriend's wing man. He is one of those friends that I always thought, "Galen will always be there. I can call him later. He'll understand." Since graduating high school we saw each other here and there. I kept up with him through our moms. He married and I heard earlier this year he went into the Army to be a Chaplain. I was so excited to hear this because I knew he always wanted to be in the ministry full-time and this path seemed to make sense.

Well, I got an email informing me that he left for Iraq. Today. I am scared and sad and so happy he has this opportunity. I'm feeling a little uneasy because it has been so long since I talked to him. I hope he knows how important he is to me. DH and I will be praying that he reaches people. We pray that he is able to comfort those that need to hear from God. And we will be praying for his wife, his parents and his brothers and sister and their spouses and kiddoes. Most importantly, we'll be praying for his safety.
Here is an email he sent his mom yesterday:

Had a cool God moment yesterday.

All the flights have been leaving this week and my guys have been
flying out in groups on different days. I've gone in and hung out
with them and their families each day which can get a little sad as
you see everyone saying goodbye to their wife and kids.

Yesterday as I pulled up and saw the crowd all the emotion of the
situation hit me and left me with a bit of anxiety. I fought it all
morning as I kept thinking to myself that this will be me in just a
couple days, saying goodbye to Angie.

Then I noticed a young female soldier sitting in the corner by herself crying. I pulled her aside and to see if there was anything I could do to help. She replied that she was being overwhelmed with a fear of dying in Iraq. I asked her if I could read her something from the Bible that helps me, and she replied 'Yes.' I read to her from Ps 91, "He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the LORD, "He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust." Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."

I didn't get two verses in before I was choking back my own tears, my
anxiety was quickly replaced with peace as I realized that God is also
MY refuge and fortress! .how sweet it is to trust in Jesus.

We continued to talk about how God is going to be in control while we
are over there and what a great opportunity we were going to have to
learn to trust in Him on a daily basis. We closed by praying together
and she smiled and said she was already feeling better and asked what
type of services we were going to be having "over there." I told her
about the worship services and the Bible Studies and she got excited.

It's amazing how quickly God was able to turn my anxiety into trust
and then into excitement. I truly can't wait to go and begin a new adventure living and trusting in Him.

Thanks for your prayers,


Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Loreta Mae

This is Loreta Mae. We call her Loree. She has freckles. Lots of freckles. Click on her picture to get the total freckled, blue-eyed experience. And see a glimpse of our future in orthodontia.

She is the youngest and loves Nana. Don't believe me? My Mother's Day card this year read:

Happy Mother's Day I love Nana.

I'm OK with this. I like that my kids get special time alone with the G.P.'s. The only drawback is the deprogramming period after being under the influence of a doting Nana. She doesn't get strawberries on her waffles every morning here...she doesn't get her nails done with polka dots and a top coat. These are special Nana things and she is a lucky girl. Thank you, Nana. But stay off of my Mother's Day card!

Loree likes to play with Barbies, swim and her favorite show is Hannah Montana. Oh! And she loves Nana. She is crazy about her two sisters and one of her brothers. The other brother, Aaron, well...they tolerate each other. When I first brought her home from the hospital, he would hide her in the closet and shut the door. Another time, Aaron stood on the back of the couch behind her baby swing and peed on her head every time it swung back. Nice...

Things Loree says:

"Mom! My heart is beeping so fast!"

"Mom! Don't get soap in my eyes or I'll go blonde!"

Me: "Good night, Loree."
Loree: "Good night. Can we call Nana?"

Monday, September 24, 2007


My name is Darren. I am 38 years old. I am, as Katy calls me, DH. (Dear Husband) I am sure there are other translations that apply to me, but we will just keep those to ourselves. I am so excited to be a part of these six beautiful people’s lives. Katy is a rare find. She is my best friend and she is smart, funny (witty), and hot and the list goes on… did I mention that she is hot. I always have to think before I speak. She never stops thinking and can take a completely innocuous comment or conversation and make it something completely different. I have even gotten to the point that I will throw out set-ups for her and she almost always provides us with something to laugh about. When she does not, I get the thermometer to see if she has a fever. I have not even discussed how the kids crack us up almost always. I have been nagging her for the last eighteen months to do start this blog. I want everyone to see what I see.I love watching the kids grow in all aspects of their lives. To see what my wife has done with them in school is absolutely amazing. She has to be five different teachers every day, 24-7. She has developed a different teaching style for each kid and IT WORKS. The kids love it so much, Aaron our 8 year old wants to be home schooled through college. I see tremendous growth each and every day. I may have to go back to school before they pass me.I hope to share from time to time what I see from dad’s perspective.


So this is Aaron. I think I had too much sweet-n-low when I was pregnant with this one. He likes sharks, action figures and Nacho Libre. He's an excellent artist and a quirky quipster. When he was a baby he carried around six (count 'em six!) pacifiers. In his crib, he would arrange them in an arc around his head. He quit the pacifier cold turkey without looking back. He potty trained himself in one day. He's a deep thinker, loves his mother and hates spaghetti sauce. We call him Hammerhead.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

My peeps!

Here we are! 5 is my lucky number!