As if I wasn't satisfied with enough change in my life this year, I've hung up my Blogger boots and made the decision to move the blog over to Wordpress. I've tinkered around all day with learning Wordpress and I'm satisfied that this was a good move forward. The transfer of the whole kit-and-kaboodle took all of 5 minutes. Remarkable really.
So update your links and meet the Knucker Hatch clan at:
http://www.ourgoldenapples.wordpress.com
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
When Angels Sleep
I counted twice. No. It couldn't be. Not already! One more counting on the calendar...two months? She's eight weeks?
Holy Canoli, she's beautiful.
Holy Canoli, she's beautiful.
A Sweet Cry
You ever had one? I'm talking about a good solid boo-hoo. And because you boo-hooed so much, you revisit it again, so you can boo-hoo all over again.
Like watching Old Yeller. You KNOW you are going to sob. But you watch it again anyway, because it stirs you. It makes you feel your heart.
Take two minutes out of your day and listen to this. You'll boo-hoo. And then you'll feel your heart. Especially if you haven't felt it in awhile. And then you'll find yourself clicking the play button again. And you'll boo-hoo again. And the whole thing feels Good all over.
----> The Sky Angel Cowboy
Because God is Good. And children are Delicious.
And when you put the two together, a sweet cry usually follows.
Like watching Old Yeller. You KNOW you are going to sob. But you watch it again anyway, because it stirs you. It makes you feel your heart.
Take two minutes out of your day and listen to this. You'll boo-hoo. And then you'll feel your heart. Especially if you haven't felt it in awhile. And then you'll find yourself clicking the play button again. And you'll boo-hoo again. And the whole thing feels Good all over.
----> The Sky Angel Cowboy
Because God is Good. And children are Delicious.
And when you put the two together, a sweet cry usually follows.
Monday, December 10, 2007
What December Does
I'm allowing myself five minutes to check in and remember what blogging is like. I try not to stress out over all of the missed days of online notetaking that are passing by. It happens at the end of every year in a giant crescendo. First the back to back birthdays, then Thanksgiving where family swings in town, the endless Christmas shopping, Christmas parties, the inevitable flus and sicknesses that begin to rack the family, and we can't forget getting the school schedules and ordering taken care of before January.
Right now I am knee deep in Faithy poo goo. It is AWFUL, rancid, stomach churning stuff. Going on Day 5. Ugh. I feel so bad for her. She hasn't been able to eat anything but milk for days. The first two days we dealt with the puke, now we've moved on to the poo goo. And even SHE can't stand her own stench, letting me know immediately after her stomach explosions that she is ready to be so out of her diaper. I think we're dealing with the lovely rotavirus. I really hope so, as that will hopefully mean that things won't pass on to other members of the family.
We are also knee deep in something much more pleasant. EGGS. The chickens are performing wonderfully with a recent record high of six eggs in one day. Today we had a record high of egg losses...one Jack dropped, one Faith broke tapping two eggs together, and another Faith threw after I caught her discovering some eggs I thought I had hidden from her. Me Mom? Playing with eggs? What eggs...?? (quick toss)
Hope is doing so well. She is such a sweet spot in our lives. She coos and sings to anyone who smiles at her. And she is now, sleeping through the night.
Jack and Grace are loving the recent surge in air temperature and can be found outside with rubber boots, rakes and roaming chickens, as they have decided to create a miniature haven for wildlife.
Time is up...and I have chosen to revisit my pillow rather than take a much needed shower. Pillows always beat showers. I hope all of you out there are having a delightful December.
Right now I am knee deep in Faithy poo goo. It is AWFUL, rancid, stomach churning stuff. Going on Day 5. Ugh. I feel so bad for her. She hasn't been able to eat anything but milk for days. The first two days we dealt with the puke, now we've moved on to the poo goo. And even SHE can't stand her own stench, letting me know immediately after her stomach explosions that she is ready to be so out of her diaper. I think we're dealing with the lovely rotavirus. I really hope so, as that will hopefully mean that things won't pass on to other members of the family.
We are also knee deep in something much more pleasant. EGGS. The chickens are performing wonderfully with a recent record high of six eggs in one day. Today we had a record high of egg losses...one Jack dropped, one Faith broke tapping two eggs together, and another Faith threw after I caught her discovering some eggs I thought I had hidden from her. Me Mom? Playing with eggs? What eggs...?? (quick toss)
Hope is doing so well. She is such a sweet spot in our lives. She coos and sings to anyone who smiles at her. And she is now, sleeping through the night.
Jack and Grace are loving the recent surge in air temperature and can be found outside with rubber boots, rakes and roaming chickens, as they have decided to create a miniature haven for wildlife.
Time is up...and I have chosen to revisit my pillow rather than take a much needed shower. Pillows always beat showers. I hope all of you out there are having a delightful December.
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