Wednesday, September 27, 2006
My second is more recent. We had a garage sale a couple of months ago and my mom brought some items for the sale. One of the items was a basket with dried gourds of all shapes and sizes. Not a huge surprise that no one wanted the gourds. My mom said they were about 10 years old. The kids found them in the leftover pile in the garage and thought they were fun to roll on the ground and throw like balls. They REALLY thought it was fun when Ewan stepped on one and saw all the seeds inside. I was working in our flower beds and the boys brought out several of the gourds to play with. Ewan decided they all needed to get squished on the sidewalk. Ugh, what a mess that was. I decided to use the water hose to spray all the crunchy shells and seeds onto the edge of the grass thinking that those seeds were sooooo old that the likelihood of them growing was minimal. Well, much to my surprise we came back from our vacation in Canada and we had plants growing. Being the scientist that I am (and fun mommy of course) I convinced Jon to leave the plants alone to see what would happen. Thank you, honey! We have been enjoying our accidental squash garden very much. Ewan and Isaac like the pretty orange flowers and watching the gourds grow. Some days it seems like they double in size! I took some pictures of it today so you could enjoy my accidental garden too!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
On a more somber note, my uncle Billy (aka uncle booty) passed away last week. When I was little I guess I couldn't say "billy" and it came out as "booty". It stuck. He was a gentle, generous man who loved kids. He had a tender heart too. He had a heart transplant 5 years ago and had been having a really hard time with his health for the past year or two. I am glad that he is no longer physically suffering on this earth. My hope is that his heart was right with Jesus and I will see him on the other side of heaven. I can rest assured in God's comfort that He is full of mercy and is the perfect judge. He knew Billy's heart better than anyone else in the world and I hope I get to see him again.
Next time I go fishing I will think of my uncle Booty with a smile on my face. I hope that when my hair turns gray it looks like his did. He had the prettiest silver-gray hair I have ever seen.
I'll miss you Billy.
Ewan learned how to make this timeless face that all kids seem to make at some point in their lives. Where did he learn this? Oh, from another kid at church. Thankfully he just thinks it is funny and doesn't make it to be malicious. Isaac like to try to make the silly face too!
Among our list of activities we did take a trip to Fair Park and see the Train Museum. It was mildly entertaining to the kids. Jon and I were more interested in the details of the kind of train it was. The boys liked the rocks and climbing up all the stairs to go into the trains. It was fun and worth it even though we finished the tour in about 30 or 45 minutes.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
I think my sadness comes from my "mother's heart". I can't NOT think about Terri and her two little babes that have lost their daddy. She has lost her soul mate--her companion, friend, and lover. I wish I could do more than pray for God's comfort and an understanding of why it happened. My prayers are with you Terri, Bindi, and Robert.