Poppy's Chair

Do you see what I see? Bentley is not allowed on our furniture, but apparently he took a liking to this chair. This is how we found him one morning when we woke up. We are not really sure how he was able to nestle down in it and cover up with a pillow. No one has ever sat in this chair except for Poppy. When Camden saw Bentley he said, "It's OK, Bentley you are just keeping Poppy's special chair warm for him."  Thinking of Poppy and the family today . The following is a condensed version from a Poem by Henry Scott Holland:

Death is nothing at all...
I have only slipped away to the next room...
I am I and you are you...
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak it to me in the same way you always used.
 Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.

 I am but waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner.
All is well.

~Henry Scott Holland~ 

Honey Badgers Unite

We just could not have a birthday at work without going over the top. Since my boss thinks of himself as somewhat of a Honey Badger that is what the theme of his party was. We laughed all day long and acted as crazy as always. And then there was the cake....

What A Weekend

I was out in the yard on Saturday and got a bite from a fire ant on my leg. Next thing I know, my leg is swollen and red and painful. All I could think about was what if it was a spider bite??? My throat was also starting to get very sore and I knew this was not going to be a fun weekend! Then Tim decided to hurt his elbow. He thinks he sprained it. Next Camden got an infection in his toe from where he tried to cut his toe nail.

By the evening we were all pretty much mopey and whiny! We were all sitting around soaking our aches and pains. Camden told me that his leg was hurting. I just told him that was growing pains. He asked, "How come only one leg is hurting?" Well now, that is a very good question Camden!! Does that mean only one leg is growing? 

On the way to church this morning I was feeling pretty horrible with my very sore throat so I closed my eyes and leaned my head over on the seat to rest. Camden said, "Mommy you are making us look like kidnappers!" I do believe someone is watching way too much TV!! 

I just want to say that I am complaining a little, but I know there are some that are suffering tremendously. What I endure is nothing compared to those. Lord knows that I have been blessed beyond my expectations. I just want to record these little blips for my memory and I do pray without ceasing for the broken souls.  

It's Fall

I took Camden shopping with me one day. He likes shopping about as much as his Dad. I quickly tried on a cardigan sweater and asked Camden how I looked. He said, "Like you are going to work!" Note to self: Do Not Take Child Shopping!

I received a special delivery from Camden one afternoon while I was washing dishes. It was a note that was thrown at me. The little note was addressed to "Mrs. Want Let Me Play My DS." Children!  

Strange

Last fall we had a crazy design on our front lawn. This year we have this thing....a strange crop circle. What is going on? Spooky!

Some Things

Camden and I went shopping and as we walked by the boys section I stopped to look at some shirts. They were so cute with Santa and Reindeer on them (I know it is kind of early). I told Camden to look at them and how cute they were. All he said was, "I think we are pass that." What happened to my baby boy? 

We drove by a Keepsake Pottery the other day. I told Camden that one day we were going to go in there and I wanted him to make a plate with his hand print on it. That way I would always have it to keep and he could use it when he had a special day or did something good.  He said, "I hate to offend you, but when you die I am going to put in on your chest when you go up to Heaven." Well, I think I am a little offended! I told him that I wanted him to have it for his children. He said, "I might have my own traditions with my children." Sometimes it's hard being a parent. Sigh.

Child Labor

We decided to change the color of our foyer to something brighter.  Celery anyone? Camden insisted that he would be painting. So we had to indulge him. He did pretty good except for somehow managing to get paint on the bottom of his feet and spreading it around. No big deal to clean up and he helped out a lot. 

He loves to vacuum and does it almost every day. He also sweeps and really wants to wash dishes, but I mainly take care of that. If only I could get him to cook...I would have it made!!!