"Lo, Children Are An Heritage of the LORD: and the Fruit of the Womb is His Reward" - Psalm 127:3
Thursday, September 26, 2013
A Trio of Goofy Boys
I love my life! Look at these little goofballs! This is what you get when you turn the camera on your phone so that the boys can see themselves. :)
This is what you get when your nine year old plays with his erector set. HA. Not exactly what they included the tires for...
Almost a monacle...
And this is what you get when your 2 year old drinks a bunch of Blueberry Pomegranate Gatorade.
We're headed to Bugga's to watch the Rams and 49ers. We don't really care for either team, but we need to hang out awhile so Dad can get some sleep, since he went to work at 6:30 last night and didn't get home until after noon today. We're going to have dinner at the local pizza buffet - which the four year old calls the "blue pizza house" (it's a log cabin with a blue metal roof). Then we'll go watch the game. The nine year old said he would wear his practice jersey so he could cheer for the 49ers. The four year old heard that and came dressed for the party :)
I'm a born again believer in my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ the Son of God. I am a very happily married wife and a homeschooling mom of five of the greatest kids in the world. We live in a little mountain town in Wyoming, which we love. I enjoy reading and studying God's Word, homeschooling my treasures from Heaven, sewing and doing all sorts of crafts.
Shelter~"That which covers or defends from injury or annoyance. The state of being covered and protected; protection; security. He that defends or guards from danger. To cover from violence, injury, annoyance or attack. To defend; to protect from danger; to secure or render safe; to harbor."
"The Bible calls debt a curse and children a blessing; but in our culture, we apply for a curse and reject blessings. Something is wrong with this picture." Doug Phillips
Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:3
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow... For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow... So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep... I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep!!
You may have tangible wealth untold: Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold. Richer than I you can never be - I had a Mother who read to me. ~ Stricklan Gillilan