All the kids out in the snow. (Big kids too)
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A collection of random events to illustrate God's goodness in giving us these four precious children.
A little explantion
"Fanks" is Elliot's version of Thanks.
This blog is purely my version of a scrap book. Don't expect deep thoughts, but enjoy the ins and outs of our family's chaos.
This blog is purely my version of a scrap book. Don't expect deep thoughts, but enjoy the ins and outs of our family's chaos.
Kid Quotes
- J 2/09- (when I actually dress up) Mommy! You look like a princess!
- J 1/09- Mommy, I can fix you with a hammer. You feel better.
- J 1/09 - Can Jesus cuddle me?
- E 12/08 MOM! Can I use the pregnant marker?!?! Please?! (permanant?)
- J 11/08- Can I fly on Jesus' back? I don't have wings! Can I feel His whiskers? I can't wait to go to Heaven!
- C 11/08- I had dreams about who I am going to marry. I think God is giving me a choice between these two girls.
- E 11/08- I don't like kisses! Only from you mom. I don't ever want to get married.
- E 11/08- I hope I'm still a kid when I can fly away with Jesus.
- E 9/08 - Caleb and me are drawing our hands so we can love eachother when Caleb is at school!
- E 9/08 - I wish there were 8 in our family! (Why? I ask, thinking it must be profound) So we can finish off all the vitamins.
- E 8/08 - Mom, next time we go on a date, can we go to church? I want to give them this nickel.
- J 8/08 - I not Sugar, I JESSE! (In response to my new nickname for him)
- E 7/08 - And... I think... his name shall be "Good" (when thinking of his cousins' upcoming birth)
- J - 7/08 I have a pocket! (When discovering the joys of big boy underwear)
- E 8/08 - When I grow up, I want to be a spider
- E 8/08 - I know what clock it is, it is six o clock.
- E 6/08 - I will take my belt and go catch that tornado so it can't hurt anybody else!
- C 12/06 - After I opened a gift of hooks on a board "Look! Mom got a bunch of hookers! Mom, your hookers are beautiful!"
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