Sleepy, Go to Sleep

When I was a little girl, my daddy would sing me a lullaby when I went to bed.  I am so grateful that I get to share that same lullaby to my 3 children.
 

Go to sleepy, go to sleep

Go to sleep little Gavin,

Your so bright, oh yes you are,

Your a bright little boy.

Sleepy, go to sleep,

Go to sleep little Autumn,

Your so precious, oh yes you are,

Your a precious little girl.

Sleepy, go to sleep,

Go to sleep little Ethan,

Your so sweet, oh yes you are,

Your a sweet little boy.

Why God, Why?

     I was listening to Joyce Meyer recently and she was preaching about questions that most Christians have.  We ask questions like, "Why God Why? When God, When? How God, How?"  I didn't realize that I would soon be asking the "Why God, Why?"
    Last January 21st, I lost my dog Snoopy.  I got Snoopy while I was attending WVU,  she was my best little friend.  She went through college with me, a marriage, and seen me have 3 kids.  A tumor on her spine caused her to get down in her hind legs and she passed away from a blood clot.
  Last Monday, March 21st, my dog Fable passed away.  She ran to closely to a cattle trailer and she was hit.  The vet did all that she could, but Fable just didn't make it.  She was the most loyal dog ever.  Everywhere the kids were, you would see my Fable.  She guarded our home and protected the kids.  
   I then began to ask "Why God, Why?"  I wasn't even over the loss of my Snoopy!  This isn't fair!  I had such great HOPE that I was going to bring Fable home, help her how to walk again.  Did I mention that Fable was a very fast runner?  So I was asking God all these questions and then I remembered 1Thessalonians 5:16-18.  Be Joyful, pray continually, give thanks in ALL circumstances for this is God's will for you.  I'll be honest, it is hard to be thankful in this situation, but I will do it.  I know God is in control and that he does things for the better.  I might not understand God or understand why he does the things he does, but I love God.  I am grateful that he blessed me with Snoopy for 13 years.  I am grateful that I had Fable to watch over my kids for 6 years.  I am grateful for ALL the blessings that God has given me.       
     I read this poem once and loved it.  I do not know who wrote it, but I would like to share it with you:

If tears could build a stairway and heartache make a lane.

I would walk the path to heaven and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.

But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

My Beloved Snoopy

My Beloved Fable

What's In that Diaper? Smells Yummy!

   I recently had the privilege of being the game planner for a baby shower.  I love games!  One of my favorite shower games is the Dirty Diaper game.  What you will need is a marker, diapers and a variety of candy bars.
       1st.  Use the marker to number all the diapers for as many different kinds of candy bars that you have.  Remember to keep track of which candy bar is in which diaper.
       2nd.  Unwrap the candy bar and place a little piece inside the diaper.  Microwave the diaper until it is half way melted.  Smush  the candy bar a little bit.
       3rd.  Give everyone paper and pencils and then start passing around the dirty diapers.  Each person opens it and smells the melted candy bar to see if they can guess what kind it is.  You could probably taste them, but it would be frowned upon by the other guests. 
       4th.  The person with the most correct answers wins!

Can you guess what dirty diaper this is by looking at it?

If you guessed Snickers, you are correct.

Happy Thirty Three

    When I was a little girl, I used to dream about what my future husband would be like.  Would he be tall, dark and handsome? Would he have light or dark colored eyes?  Would he live on a farm and like horses?  What would he be like with the kids?  How many kids would we have? 

    Recently, my stud muffin told me how he would look off his back porch when he was a teen and think of what his future wife would be like.  He dreamed of a petite, red headed woman.  Go figure!He would look towards the mountains and think of where his future wife was living.  What would she be doing that day.  Little did he know, that his future wife lived beyond those same mountains, down in a coal mining town, dreaming about him.

   Happy 33rd Birthday Tim!!!!

I'm glad that we found each other!!!!