Whole wheat/ banana pancakes, shaped like pumpkins started off our day.Then to school for a parade and party!Visiting the Grandparents.
My husband is so talented. I also love that I get out of carving "MY" pumpkin every year, because he does such a great job. I do clean out the pumpkins though, which to some is worse than carving. I imagine I am performing surgery, cleaning out all the icky stuff. Yes, I am a nurse I do know all the proper terms...
This is the year it all began.
Here is a wonderfully written piece about Stephanie Nielson, her fight, and her amazing sisters. Sam and I went to high school with Stephanie's older siblings. We are sincere when we say they truly are a great family.
Please continue to pray for them.
I am so blessed to have my family.
I urge all of you to love this deep.
The song on my playlist is Mindy Gledhill. She is a friend of Stephanie. Mindy performed Saturday night at a fundraiser for the Nielson's in AZ. People all over are helping any way they can. This restores my faith in man kind in this scary world.
This was the highlight of Ashlyn's day. Finding a water snake in the pond...ewww!
She wasn't posing, I swear. What a natural;)
About a month ago, Ashlyn was "sick and tired" of waiting for Sam to take her training wheels off her "baby" bike. She proceeded to use the weight of the bike to BEND the wheels outward, so they no longer touched the ground. Very smart, this girl. For those of you who are saying, "how old is she?" She is 7 and 1/2. (yes that half counts, unless you are my age) I know that is way too old to begin the two wheeler adventures. We, OK I, have been a nervous wreck about it. We live on a hill. I have had nightmares about bikes, and being unable to stop. This all stems back to my childhood, getting my bell bottom pants caught in the chain. For some reason, I was unable to stop and I ran into our garage. This was very traumatic for me. I have let my daughter suffer because of it. The deal was that we were only going to practice at the park....the nice flat, grassy park. Ash had a different idea while I was at work. She bent those darn "baby training wheels," and took off all on her own. Down our hill she flew. Two wheels, she was able to stop herself, and loved every minute of it. I promptly got the most excited phone call at work. "Mom, I bent my training wheels, and now I can do it myself!" She exclaimed. "Do what yourself?" I asked. " Ride my bike, silly".... I believe I then ranted with her father about how dangerous this is, and why weren't you out there????.... Poor Sam got an earful.
Proud girl, with her new big bike, helmet and riding gloves.