Southern Snows

Absolute Forgiveness

2008-09-07T20:40:00.004-05:00

Yes-it's been forever since I "wrote"anything down here, but I just have to journal about one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I understand that many of you (if anybody really reads this)may not struggle with TRUE forgiveness---not the "oh, it's fine but in the back of my brain I'll never forget you did that " type forgiveness, but the forgiveness that truly forgives. I certainly do, and my better half might be saying AMEN as I type this.

Anyway, tonight our youngest (19 months) was walking around the living room in my high heels (quite a common occurrence around here :) ) She was prancing and stepped on E's toes by accident, and REALLY hurt her (I know this not by the volume of E's cries-DRAMA-, but the red marks left across her foot. ) J just looked at her then the beautiful thing happened. I told J to say "I'm sorry" to E (which she isn't able to verbalize yet) and she reached up to stroke E's arm very gently. She then leaned in to hug Elizabeth and so delicately patted her on the back.
I melted for three main reasons-
1)When J first came here 4 months ago, she bit E several times,pulled hair often, and would pinch when angry. That certainly has lessened, but we still talk about how hands are for loving, softly touch the other person's arm,etc, every time it DOES happen. This time she did it on her own! Such a blessing to me to tangibly see more of the tender fruits from precious baby girl! She is being transformed by His love TO love others.
2)It was also beautiful so see forgiveness sought and offered. What a great reminder to us grown ups, too.
3) I loved the way E forgives! So earnestly, so quickly, without conditions, and very generously. She doesn't need to point out how she's been wronged, the gravity of the error, or the extent to which she was hurt. Forgiveness asked, forgiveness given. So simple, yet how often I make it so difficult.

Thank you Jesus for paying the ultimate price for my hope. Thank you for making it possible for my sins to be forgiven, to stand before the Father because of your great love. Please help me not make it so complicated, between you and I and myself and others. Thank you!

Dad's Point of View

2008-04-06T16:24:00.003-05:00

I have been silent in this forum since the initial posting, but it seemed like the time was right to aid in the effort to keep this site up to date. I will endeavor not to be profound, but just cover the basics.

As I am writing this Amy is in a ministry team meeting at church. The kids are playing with a friend from church and we are all headed that way for evening programs/services shortly. How blessed we are to live so close!

Last Sunday Clark prayed (on his own) to recieve Christ. I was thankfully in earshot and it was a beautiful and simple prayer. My first reaction was to discount the event since he is only five. However, after listening to some of the wise counsel we are surrounded with, I have come to believe that his desire was sincere. Praise the Lord!!!!!

This past week was an object lesson about how Christians are only forgiven, but not free of sin. To understate it completely, the same child who amazed me with his prayer has struggled several times with explosive anger. It was a reminder that all who call upon the name of Christ will come under attack. Yet we will perservere.

It was all brought home for me as I prepared a Sunday School lesson around Genesis 22:1-19. Though I have read those verses many times in my life, it has not been since becomming a father. The picture in my mind of Issac in tears as his father binds him to the alter. How thankful I am for the sacrifice our Heavenly Father made with His Son on a cross. Lord prepare my family for the sacrifices we will be called to make...

I Spend Half of My Life...

2008-01-31T20:49:00.000-06:00

I frequently think "I spend half of my life..."doing whatever the task is at the moment. While I know no more than 2 "halves" can REALLY make up my "whole" life, it seems appropriate to continue the drama that frequently appears in my home. Here are a few of my recent thoughts.

I SPEND HALF OF MY LIFE:

finding the treasures my children (and husband) have deemed necessary to accumulate ,but not empty, from their pants' pockets. Change, chapstick, kleenex, rocks, toys, etc.
looking for the OH SO IMPORTANT "Limbola" (E's lovey, the polar bear), C and F's light sabers (realize that there are probably 10 of them around here and the SPECIFIC ones they want change every night----yoda's, Luke's, Mace windu's, etc.) They "need" this every night before they go to bed.
saying that if this stuff was so important ,you need to be keeping up with it/you need to get this before you get in the bed/keep it ONLY in your bed if it is so necessary (All the while still looking for them 4-5 nights per week)
spraying SHOUT on stains (no wonder Clark is thin---does ANYTHING really get in his mouth?)
in a bathroom (wiping, snapping britches, brushing teeth, wiping, wiping, wiping, wiping, wiping, washing hands, reminding not to turn the water on full force, saying "did you flush")
biting my tongue so I don't bust out laughing at many a funny question/dance movement/statement/wardrobe choice/fall/expression
wondering how I explain some really good questions like--c-Mom, will God ever ask Dad to sac-wi-fice me like Abwaham and Isaac?, e--when Jesus was a baby, his name was Jesus but as He gwew up, his name was God da' Father, wight Mom? Jesus is really God's son but He's God, too----wight? f--Are we flying over Iowa right now Mom? (He asked this as we were flying to Minnesota b/c they had just been talking about missionaries in Iowa.)

While I AM laughing at my simple, yet quite busy life, I wouldn't trade places with anyone else on the planet (well, at least not for more than a few hours :) )

Snow vs SNOW

2008-01-25T20:54:00.001-06:00

We were supposed to leave B'ham at 6 am to go to Atlanta on Saturday. From Atlanta, we were to catch a direct flight to Minneapolis. Quite ironic that Delta cancelled everything due to SNOW in Atlanta. Oh well. We made the most of it and trust the Lord in his provision. Although it looks like there is heavy snow, Matt is behind them shaking the tree :)
GET MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm under attack :)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE NEXT DAY in the REAL SNOW!

Foster sleds with Sarah down the HUGE hill! He was quite a brave champion!

MINNESOTA fun with REAL SNOW!!!!!! Temps ranged from -10'F to 7'F during our 5 days there. Although our original flight out was cancelled due to "snow", we still made it to Minneapolis a day late but with high spirits. We had a BLAST playing with all of our family---you betcha'! Skunky Clark decides to help shovel some of the snow----what is it with kids and digging?

Big kid "aka Daddy" rolls around in it, too. He and Uncle Danny have a great light saber battle in the snow, but there were too many flakes on my lense to really capture it.

Tales From the Table

2008-01-25T20:32:00.000-06:00

There's been a lot of talk around here lately about GAS. If any of you know my husband, there's ALWAYS talk/laughter about the subject, but the conversations about it have increased drastically, PEAKING tonight at the table. The disappointing thing is that the boys initiated it on their own without Matt's assistance.

They were talking about a little boy in their class that uses "potty words", but "we're not allowed to say potty words, right Mama?" "Right Foster." F-"but Mom, I like using the 'b word' and the 'f word' in my head, but I don't say it out loud."
C chimes in---"Yeah, the 'f word' isn't appwopwiate, right Mom. We can't say that. Other people say the f word, but we can't. I think the 'f word' is funny, but I don't really say it."
F-"Me, too. What does the f word really spell Mom?"

I know what 'f word' they're talking about, but how can I answer his question (AND put an end to all of this) while not dying laughing? I can't even look at Matt b/c I know he's about to loose it (literally---we're in the middle of eating dinner!!!!!!!) I explain that they are talking about the word "fart", and while it IS silly, it is still not okay to talk about at the table.

As Matt adds to my very self controlled parental statement that this talk is not okay outside of our immediate family, Foster leans over to one side (one cheek that is :) ) and lets the toots RAPID fire. Like on command over and over again!!!!!!! (and just so you know, deep down I know Matt is EXTREMELY proud)

Matt tries to correct him but is quickly belly laughing when Clark says, "Hey bro! Did you just bust a grumpy????" Sheer, total,uncontrolable laughter erupts at the table. My bbq sandwich "escapes" my mouth, Matt has to push back from the table to bend over laughing, and of course BOTH F and C have to repeat their funnies. It was hilarious!!!!! "Busting a grumpy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Where in the world did that come from?

I'm sure I should be bigger/more mature than giggling like a 4 year old about the 'f word'/toots/rapid fire/busting a grumpy/breaking wind/etc, but it still makes me laugh!

Funny Phrases!

2008-01-16T22:06:00.000-06:00

This will not be anything deep, moving, or even funny to some. However, they are some phrases I've heard around here that crack me up and I don't want to forget.

F-"Please stop that, E. You're getting IN my nerves."

C-"Mom, I'm weally, WEALLY hungry. I can't wait for suppa. I think I need an appetiza."

E-"F, do you like my BEAUTIFUL finger nails? (after we just painted them pink :) ) They're lovely aren't they? My husband will like them someday (very matter factly)." Thank goodness the boys both complimented her---just makes life easier. :)

E- I said no more candy. "OK Mom. (very emphatically) I've got a GWEAT idea! (pointer finger up in the air) We can just eat tons of junk tomorrow instead. That way our teef won't wot out tonight!)

F- "Mom, are we going to have 'bracelets' like Emily and Amy Thorington one day?" The actual word is BRACES!

E-"Heaven will be such a wonderful place! We'll see Jesus, sing songs, and maybe even snuggle up to God. Maybe Timmy would like to snuggle with God, too. He's in heaven you know----he's up there not being sick anymore."

C-"Hold on mom. I forgot to swirggle. I just love swirggling, mom. It makes your mouth taste so fwesh." translate---gargle

E-"I think I'll just save the bike Santa gave me until I get a little older. That way I'll be safe!"

F-"Hold on a second, Mom. I've gotta 'chap' my lips." Santa brought him a tube of chapstick and he frequently slowed down the moving along process to "chap" his lips. (translate "lips" to whole lower face)

NOT so funny----Clark came to me yesterday afternoon and TOTALLY out of the blue(like we hadn't talked about him all day) said--"Mom, I have to tell you something. I think I'm wesponsible for Timmy being dead. I dwopped him, dwopped him on the floor---on accident---when he was only three days old. I made him die, Mom. I just know it." For anyone that knows Clark, you know his hands were waving the whole time he was talking. Pensive. Pitiful. I quickly reassured him that turtles fall off of things all the time and that I was sure that wasn't it. It was more likely that he had a virus before he got here that he brought from California----I mean the North Pole. :)
I am purposing to be more aware of the wheels that are turning/processing when I don't even realize.

By the way, spell check loved this. :)

The Tale of Timmy

2008-01-10T22:06:00.000-06:00

Me----C, what 3 things do you want for Christmas?
Clark---a cat, a bike, and a jedi costume
Me--Clark, you're allergic to cats. You can't have something that's not healthy for you.
C---Mom, I'm not asking you, I'm asking Santa.
Me--I know honey, but Santa has to get permission for pets. He wants you to be healthy, too.
C---OKAY, Mom (drawn out like I'm sure I never did). I'll just get a tortoise instead.

That's how it all started. Matt and I thought "no biggie." Great first pet, CHEAP, easy to handle, great for responsibility. Boy we were wrong on SO many levels (except great for responsibility.)

Unfortunately we waited until mid Dec to begin researching this thing. Really we thought--go to local pet store, buy a turtle (excuse me---C kept correcting me that he wanted a tortoise.) Well you CAN do that, but it would be $100+ bucks and be a Russian something or other tortoise. Anyway, LONG STORY SHORT, we spent many hours of research/conversations and purchased a tortoise over the internet for only $40. (GREAT price, but the shipping from CALIFORNIA was $50. UGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm turning red with embarassment as I type this, but it was getting down to the wire to get this for C and it was ALL he was talking about.)Blah, blah, blah....get the tortoise, terrarium, special lights, food, etc---lots of time/effort/money and Matt and I fell in love with the little guy several days before Christmas. In fact, I kept wondering where Matt was and he kept sneaking down to the office to "check on" (translate talk to) Timmy. He kinda stole my heart, too b/c when I'd talk to him, he'd crawl towards my voice. (I should be embarrassed about typing THAT.)

Christmas morning---Clark had a FIT over Timmy! This is the best present ever, he's just what I wanted, thank you Santa, I bet you were cold in the north pole, oh you're so cute, etc., etc.,etc. He couldn't wait to tell everyone about his new best buddy. Overjoyed! In fact, when we told the kids that we'd have a foster child coming the next day, C said, "Oh, mom. If I can take care of a turtle, I can surely take care of a foster child." (like duh, I can handle this.)

Things are seemingly going well. No real issues. Until Tues Jan 1st. Timmy doesn't want to eat much. We figure, hibernating?/yuckky food?/who knows with turtles.

I get a message from Matt Friday while I'm in Baltimore. "Gaga's in the hospital, etc, etc, etc. and oh, by the way...I think Timmy is dead."
"WHAT??????????? Why would you think that? " I say when I get to talk to him later.
Matt--he didn't move when I fed him this morning or returned him to his cage.
Me--sounds like he's dead. What did you tell Clark?
Matt--nothing yet. Let's see if we can "hibernate" him and just move him around the tank until the reptile show this month. Hopefully it's next weekend.
Me--might work. Let's try it.

Well, I get home Sunday and we check out the reptile show. None until Jan 19th. Holy Cow! I can't lie/trick that long AND Timmy will SMELL soon!
Sure enough--I got a whiff of a stinch as I walked by his "home" Monday and thought quite certain I had to tell Clark. Poor C had a fever of 103 and I couldn't stand to break his heart while he was coughing his lungs out. Tomorrow. We just "distracted" him (translate "lied") when he'd ask/look at Timmy.

Tuesday came---E has pneumonia, C still has a fever, but the tortoise is stinking. The truth must be told. I honestly couldn't lie to him anymore either. I told him the truth, he cried/coughed his heart out, and talked about missing him all day.

I'll finish the rest of the story---which is precious, tomorrow. Life lessons at such a young age.

The plague continues....

2008-01-09T11:21:00.001-06:00

A little update----
Clark has been up, yes---AWAKE----since 2:30 this morning with continuous coughing. Everytime he moves around (which is CONSTANTLY) he coughs. The albuterol inhaler ("my wes-cue") doesn't seem to help at all so off to the doctor we went again. (Our sweet pediatrician takes Wednesdays off but called to check on us this morning. I wish I had just let him call in the steroids like he offered, but I was afraid C's cough was worsening to pneumonia level. There aren't many times that I love being wrong, but this is one of them :)) As if he weren't wired for sound enough, now we are on steroids for 5 days. Joy. I wish that was as contagious as the plague :). As I said before, IT COULD BE A MILLION TIMES WORSE.

Foster---no fever or other symptoms, just coughing lots. "Could be going down the croup path, we'll just have to watch," says the doc. Joy. "Consider it pure joy my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance." James 1:2

And persevere we will as we cough our way into 2008. I look forward to this past week being but a blur in the memories of the month :)as I know He has some wonderful plans for our family this year.

The Plague?!!!!!!

2008-01-08T20:53:00.000-06:00

Two Saturdays ago, Elizabeth woke up not really seeming like herself. As the morning progressed, her temp went up to 104' as she layed cheerfully on the couch. The true clue that she felt yucky was that she had no desire to read, paint, play playdough, or "pwincess-es." Her cough progressed and we went to the doc Sunday. ?Croup/antibiotics to prevent any serious lung infection/cough medicine. My plans were cancelled Sat-Tues as her fever continued, then finally subsided. We had lots of "girl-time" :).
I left Thursday for Baltimore for a "cousins" trip with my brother and cousins-----what a fabulous time of laughter, sightseeing, catching up, and rejuvenation. I didn't realize how much of a blessing the time away was until I've come home to face the "plague" AGAIN.
Clark (who seemed fine most of the weekend) had a 103.8' fever Sunday evening with AWFUL coughs throughout the night. I was scheduled to be at work on Monday, but truly couldn't leave my little man feeling like that. I took him to the doctor, upped his asthma meds and are trying our hardest to keep him off of steroids. We'll see. His fever (and frequent asthma attacks )continue.
Elizabeth didn't quite seem herself, but no fever/complaints, Monday night. With credit to the Holy Spirit, I checked on her about an hour after she went to sleep and found my precious angel BURNING with fever. Yep--103.8 with a classic fifth disease rash beaming on her face/arms/trunk. Coughs continue. I returned to the doctor this morning with E (and frequently got the "weren't you just here yesterday?" from the staff :)). Yep---fifth disease and PNEUMONIA!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn't believe it!! Pneumonia! Anyway, 1 shot and LOTS of tears later, we returned home to heal up.
And side note, while I was in Baltimore, Gaga (Matt's mom) was admitted to the hospital x 3 days for an awful allergic reaction to antibiotics. Her lungs/skin is fried and she is supposed to be on total bed/voice rest. For anyone that remotely knows Gaga, you know that pigs will fly before that ever totally happens. My 3 and 4 year olds are being more compliant :). Please pray for her as she tries to obey doctor's orders and recovers.
Oh---Clark's turtle Timmy died (once again while I was out of town :) )and I'll have to blog about that later. 1st pet, brought by Santa from the North Pole (favorite gift), totally adored, and alive here less than 2 weeks. I couldn't lie to him anymore (we'd been moving him around the terarium and reporting him to be hibernating while we worked on a replacement), so I had to tell him. Tough news for a sick 4 year old "dad" to swallow. Much more to come on this.
Anyway, I'm reminded that while the past week or so has not been the easiest ever, there are SO many parents who would love to trade places with me. So many parents that have to watch helplessly as their children hurt or face life threatening/taking diseases. This realization encourages me to be more grateful for what is and stop whining for what isn't.
*****I'm sure I could use this realization in other areas of my life, too :). It's a work in progress!

Tender Moment

2007-12-26T20:36:00.000-06:00

Well, where do I even begin? You'd think it'd be about the kids/our week at Disney/a wonderful Christmas---but that will have to wait. I just experienced one of the more touching moments of my life.
Our first foster child has come to stay with us for a just a short period of time (4 nights of respite care for his foster family while they're traveling>) He is ABSOLUTELY one of the most precious children I've ever seen and is such a blessing to my family today. He has brought out a gentle, tender, generous side of my 3 like no one I've ever seen, and his smile melts my heart. He and Matt had an immediate bond (for those of you who know Matt, you know the 16 month old level is not hard for him to be on :) )and S.C. wanted Matt to rock/hold him tonight.
Anyway, I just went to check on them, and Matt has him all snuggled up singing "Ol Rugged Cross" to the little guy. It was an "ah hah" precious moment for me as I GOT that THIS is so much of what Christmas really is all about.

Christ came into the world as a little babe. I am in awe of the fact that through this poor, helpless, dependent child, the Lord chose to save His people. That as a baby He left the security heaven to redeem me, knowing the end result was the Old Rugged Cross.
Christmas is about love. "God loved us and sent His son." 1st John 4:10. I was just reminded of this love as I watched my dear hubby so tenderly love a child he's known less than two hours. I'm reminded of the instruction to love as Christ loves me. This means loving people that aren't in my immediate circle, those that look differently than I do, those that are difficult, loving in times when it's not "convenient", and loving people that might break my heart. I'm also awed at the opportunity to share His love with another child during this time of the year. Matt and I knew God would give us this chance in His timing,with the right child for this family, and it is so wonderful to close out '07 with this blessing.

So, right now, I hope you'll pause from the busy pace that tailspins us all and marvel at the precious child in the manger (not a bassinet or pack-n-play), wrapped in swaddling clothes (not the adorable onesies like we have), sent here for you and me.

Blessings!

Amy

Best Easter Pic

2007-04-22T20:45:00.000-05:00

Even though nobody is looking at the camera while they are saying "CHEEEESE" and the background is Elizabeth's Sunday school room, this still is the best Easter pic of all three. I wonder if this is one of the ways the Lord is teaching me to be content in all things. Really---they're smiling, dressed, all tongues are in their mouths, and no fingers are close to noses. I SHOULD be thankful . I'm still working on it :-)

Conversations I Don't Want to Forget.....

2007-04-22T20:16:00.000-05:00

My 3 boys (Matt, F, and C) are totally cracking me up as the three of them are watching the Red Sox/"Ankees" game in our family room. They're cheering, clapping, dancing, high fiving (the Red Sox finally turned it up with 3 homeruns in a row :-) )and TALKING to the TV. (I might add they're now singing b/c the team captain just hit ANOTHER homerun!!!!!)
Foster just said -He just launched it to mars! Just like I do in the backyard!
Also precious opportunity to teach being a good sport---Clark has said "those stinkin' Ankees" many a time, and is now coming around to saying just "Let's go Red Sox" (while doing the FSU Seminole chop the whole time.)

Clark asked me to bring the piano upstairs today so he "could make a little music." Foster decided to be the "conductor" and they were going to have a "wonderful concert." As I'm walking out of the room, I hear Clark say "1, 2, 3...hit it boys!" And he starts banging on the kiddie (very pink Barbie :-) ) piano. Not quite Mozart, but entertaining just the same.

This morning as we were getting ready for church, Clark HAD to go get his Bible to bring to church. Of course Foster had to go get his, too. Clark's is quite large and heavy, but Foster chose the one from his baby dedication so it could fit in his pocket. "Mom, I like to carry God's word with me."
Me-"Why do you think He wrote that to you?"
F-"He wants me to read it and learn all about Him. Actuwally He wants me to write His words on my heart so I can know Him"
Me-speechless but praising My Father in my heart
F-"Hey Mom. I really don't know what God looks like. But one day, he'll come back and I'll see Him face to face. Then I don't have to wonder anymore."
Me-"That's so exciting isn't it!!!! Well, it's not so important right now that we know what He LOOKS like but what how He SOUNDS when He speaks to us."
F-"Right Mom. I do hear Him speak."
Me-with doubt I must admit--"You do? Like when?"
F-"Oh, when the winds blows (yep--wind is plural), the birds sing, you know. " (all of this very matter of factly)
I'm pretty much floating as this point, but return to earth as Foster quickly moves to the next thought and challenges me to a race to the door.

C- Is Elizabeth going to be home tomarwow? I'm really missing my sistewr. I REALLY am missing hewr.

Early Fruits

2007-03-14T21:09:00.000-05:00

I was getting the boys dressed this morning when Foster looked over with the "I already know the answer/what are YOU going to say" grin and twinkle in his eyes. He said, "Mom, I was wondering. Will I ever be good enough to go to heaven.?"

Before I could answer, his twin brother Clark said, "Oh nooooo, Fosta. We'll never be GOOD enough. The only way to heaven (with one eye closed and the other like he was looking down a long road, head cocked to the side, his right hand flicking like he was directing traffic-----basically like an adult) is stwaight thwew the cwoss. I mean stwaight on thwew it. See, Jesus is the way, the truth and the 'stwength' (showing his muscles :-) ) Having Him in your hart (pointing to his heart) is the only way to heaven. Nobody is EVER good enough to get there. See, he forgives our sins and that lets us go to the Holy God."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I listened, and they do it again as I remember the story. My precious barely 4 year olds making the gospel so simple when we adults often make it so complicated. I feel so blessed to have heard this conversation and be reminded that the conversations/way we try to raise our kids is not in vain. Praise be to God for the wonderful people in their lives that continue to impress God's word on their heart.

And yes, we'll continue to work on the scripture. C got the "strength" part out of context, but not really. :)
Blessings!

What Were We Thinking?

2007-01-29T20:58:00.000-06:00

We recently went on vacation to a little town near the Smokey Mountains. Despite E and C's ear infections (diagnosed a the morning we left), my pink eye (that I woke up with on our first morning there), and no snow falling (except for the day after we left :) ), our five Snows had an absolute BALL being together. Lots of laughter and giggles stand out as I remember our little 5 day get away.

This is a pic of Matt and the kids as we went on a hike on one of the trails. We enjoyed a great picnic lunch out on the rocks in the creek, climbed up the sides of the mountain many times, jumped in the mud, land looked for bears. (none were found thank goodness!) I'm very thankful for my husband's strength b/c E spent most of the hike on his shoulders.

In case you were wondering if would be a good idea to take 3 children under the age of 4 on a 5 mile hike (notice the sign below), let us be the first to keep you from wondering. NO!!!!!NOT A GOOD PLAN!!!!COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE!!!!! Matt and I have spent many moments shaking our heads at one another with smiles on our faces. Thank goodness for God's provision, several snacks, the stroller, and a good sense of humor.

This is at the end of our hike. Notice Clark can't bring himself to be a part of our pic. Notice Foster has his shirt off. Lovely---we're official rednecks. We were coming down the mountain (actually he and I were skipping down the mountain while Elizabeth's head bobbed from side to side during her nap and Clark was asking for "batteries b/c his legs just wouldn't go anymore") when Foster asked to take his shirt off. I figured we had made quite a statement on the trail so far, so why not. He loved it!

I still laugh out loud when I look at the picture in front of the sign that CLEARLY says "moderately difficult" 3-4 hour hike. Other than making some great family( and quite comical memories) what were we thinking?

I Wonder How Often I Do This....

2007-01-24T16:12:00.000-06:00

We were at the zoo yesterday ( a great retry after our last visit :) ), and I did something that became very eye opening for me. We were leaving the zoo after having a WONDERFUL time together playing/laughing/chasing/etc. (We basically had the whole place to ourselves for the 6+ hours----I guess people in their right minds don't want to be there when it's 42' and overcast :)) Anyway, we were leaving and I had promised the kids they could have one more turn each to drop a piece of change in this "thing" and watch it go spinning around. (They had already done it at least 4 times upon entry. I guess we just love to "support" the zoo. :)) I didn't have anymore change, but "Mimi" did and began to dig it out.

As she was looking for it, Clark said, "Mimi do you have 3, please."
I QUICKLY (without a pause/thinking it through) replied, "No Clark. Don't be greedy. I said you each can have ONE turn."
Clark-with a confused/innocent look "Yes Mama. I was just asking if she had three---one for Foster, Elizabeth, and me. I didn't want three turns for myself."

Talk about a humbling experience. I totally jumped to conclusions. I heard a statement, formulated an immediate response, and then blurted it out---all without stopping to think there might be a different idea/motive/reason that I had not considered. I hate to say it, but I immediately criticized my son's request and assumed his motives were not pure. (Of course he's human and they often are, but I didn't take at all into consideration his thoughtful/caring/loving personality.)

I've wondered many times since yesterday--how often do I do this? Not just with my kids, but with my dear husband, friends, family, etc. How often do I take the cynical route and put a slant on others actions that isn't true/fair/accurate? It is my sincere prayer that I take the time to look for (and find) the best in people, especially those I love. I am thankful that the Lord teaches me/humbles me daily---often through interacting with my precious kiddos.

To Whine or Not to Whine-That is the Question!

2007-01-09T19:54:00.000-06:00

Today started out wonderfully! Everyone was cooperative, helpful, playful and encouraging to one another. (Surprised me, too!) We played some games (Star Wars, Mama/baby/family) and then the 3 of the them played ALL BY THEMSELVES WITHOUT CONFLICT for at least 30+ minutes. To some parents, that is probably not a big deal. But to a home with 3 kids under 4, it's a huge praise! (Especially when you factor in Elizabeth's strong will and desire to be in the middle of most things that the boys do.) They played Robin Hood and "saved the poor people from the rich peoples taxes." (CLARK) They built their pirate ship and sailed to "the north pole to gather some polar bear fur. But don't worry, we'll be sure to dress warmly. Look, I see an iceburg in the distance."(FOSTER). And even played house-"Yes, I'm the Mama. You be the Grandpa, and you be the husband. OK-let's go to our meeting. We'll be back in a little while baby. Don't you wor-wy. I always come back. Let me give you lots of hugs and kisses. Come on husband-I'm weady."(Elizabeth) The day seemed destined for great fun!

Then, reality sets in. We had to take E to the doctor---no fever or runny nose, just lots of coughing for several days. She cries her head off b/c she wanted to snap her jacket herself, go out a different door than we went out of, and wanted me to hold her. (my arms are full of purse, diaper bag, sippy cups, keys, C's inhaler, etc.) Of course, she does no coughing during the exam OR while all 4 of us wait in our shoe box of a doctor's office. She is wheezing some and our doctor prescribes some steroids. (OH JOY!) We LOVE our pediatrician, especially for his patience and ability to communicate. Thank goodness for the patient part b/c as he is TRYING to communicate, Clark totally melts down in loud/dramatic sobs. (Apparently I hurt his feelings b/c I chuckled when I told him the picture he thought was me was not.) I politely reassured him I wasn't trying to hurt his feelings but the DRAMA continued. Meanwhile, Foster is egging him on "encouraging" him not to whine (pot calling the kettle black) while Elizabeth is mistaking me for a jungle gym. It's 80 degrees in the box. I'm sweating, trying to politely take in what our dear pediatrician is saying, and totally interupting him as I try to quickly address annoying preschool behavior (repeatedly!) We both laugh, he handles Clark lovingly and I correct E and F. Tears are dry, the kids and I huddle together and do "1-2-3--TEAMWORK." (We often do this before leaving the car, etc to remind everyone of good attitudes and cooperation. It was a joke this morning!)

Then we go to the pharmacy to get the meds. C and E are thankful for the lollipops they got from the doctor's office, but F is holding out the the pharmacy will have the little gumballs he "really likes." "We'll just check Mom. We'll just check" he repeats. Well, of course they don't have those today and he politely asks to go to another drug store to get one. Hmmm-it doesn't take long for "NO" to come out of my mouth b/c I'm really thinking ---Have you lost your mind????????????????????? He proceeds to lay down on the floor, whine that he really wants a piece of gum, then start kicking his legs when I say absolutely not. HE'S ALMOST 4 YEARS OLD! I gave him "the look", told him to get his self control together, then ignored him. He continued crying (over a piece of gum!) and went to the other side of the room. C and E became enthralled with a Bambi book I was reading to them and F joined us. His joining us included him choking himself with his own hands---not really, but it was quite comical in hindsight. His hands were around his neck, he acted like he was coughing, and kept looking suprised when we made eye contact that I didn't say anything. The 8 yr old next to us kept nudging his mom with eyes as big as saucers. F finally stopped after getting no response. C lost it again as we were leaving b/c he wanted to be the "gentleman" and hold the door. I was over it! We were going home. No zoo for a few hours like we had planned. We're going home.

I have never seen attitudes change so quickly! "Please Mom. I'll obey. I won't have a bad attitude anymore. " "I'll stop whining." "Really Mama. I've changed my attitude." It was a shining star example of what happens when I address my children's BEHAVIOR, not their HEART. I'm ashamed to say that this morning, I was satisfied for their behavior to change without addressing the sin that had made it so awful in the first place. I gave in, chose the easy path, and hoped their angelic promises would be kept. Their hearts (and therefore their behavior) would continue to wave their sinful flags until I took the time to deal with it appropriately.

We did go to the zoo, for all of about 5 minutes. Enough time to unload everyone, get everyone at their spot at the picnic table, and have each one whine/pitch a fit/or yell. I wish I could've captured the looks on their faces when I packed up the lunch, blanket, and bags and told them to get back into the "truck." Total disbelief. Like, surely not. We've been able to do this all morning without true consequence, why start now? The tears poured, screams yelled, and bodies wiggled. We headed home.

To be continued....(the day gets better, truly!)

Clarks Cracks Me Up!

2006-11-22T06:15:00.001-06:00

I love it when they say things and don't even realize how funny they are. Clark is sooooooooo animated with hands going everywhere, head bobbing, and NO respect for personal space, that he is constantly cracking me up in his discussions. I love the way his eyebrows raise (and lower and twist :-) ) when he speaks, how he gets in your face to tell you exciting things ("say it don't spray it is often overheard in our house), and how he is CONSTANTLY on the move. Truly, some part of him is always moving somewhere. His enthusiasm for life is inspiring. For example:
-Clark is constantly tying things up, building new things, and making something into a new weapon. We were getting ready to go to the grandparents house last weekend, and had the tripod in the living room to pack. I walked into the living room, and there sat Clark on his step stool, tripod totally set up, and he was moving it back and forth like a machine gun with sound effects and all. He saw the grin on my face and simply explained that he was "fighting the bad guys to protect our country". I guess it's never too early to start protecting our country!!???
-I told him yesterday to help us clean up the play food (you know the kind that seems to get scattered ALL OVER the room.) He informed me that he would be glad to help, but right now he was "concentrating and trying to get his light 'saver' hooked onto his belt." (Yes, saver not saber. A guy just isn't set with his Robin Hood hat, sword, and dagger----he NEEDS his light saver, too.)
-The boys and I went to get the tires rotated and all that jazz yesterday, and much to my disappointment, the nice mechanic let us know that there was hot chocolate in the waiting room.
Well of course the boys don't hear their name when you call them, but they'll hear the low voice saying "hot chocolate" even over the roar of all the other cars/horns/etc. Anyway, I was going to make one cup and split it into 2 cups when Clark suggested that I just split (arm moving in the air to divide :-)) the powder into 2 cups in two cups THEN pour the water in. I said, "great idea, Clark." He said, "Yep ! That's me! Always thinkin'. (pointing to his noggin') I'm smart!" Yes sweetheart, you are!

We're Ba-ack!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-11-21T21:45:00.000-06:00

Foster, Clark (3 1/2), and Elizabeth (aka "Peanut" 2 1/2)
Yep! It's been awhile since I've updated our blog. September seems like it was years ago! Since our last post we've had the California Snows come into town, Uncle Shane leave for Iraq (please keep in your prayers), Gaga move to a condo up the road, a whole soccer season (I'll be sure to post those soon-I'm not even sure I've downloaded them onto the computer), completed foster parent training classes, the boys (all 3 of them :-)) have gone on a true campout with the RAs from church, attended the 20th and last Edfest, Amsouth has begun merging with Regions, hosted a Halloween party at our house, and have a wonderful time enjoying the day to day joy of raising these precious little ones.

We hope everyone has a blessed Thanksgiving and is truly thankful for all God has done/is doing in your lives! Send us a note back if you get a chance!

BUSTED!!!!!

2006-09-05T14:03:00.000-05:00

I recently took all three to the dentist. Quite an amazing trip, but they really did great! The boys were ol' pros, and were very helpful in showing baby sister how to do everything. :-) Anyway, he said there was a huge possibility that Elizabeth may not ever need orthodontic care (I just knew that picket fence grin was great for something besides melting my heart) IF we weaned off the passie fairly quickly. Well, with that kind of incentive, we started the next day only allowing the passie in the crib. E struggled off and on that morning, and I knew things were a little fishy when she got quiet. I called her name several times,then came into her room to find this "clue." I had to run out to stop laughing and to grab the camera, because as I snapped....

this is how she emerged. BUSTED!!!!!!! She immediately gave me her sheepish grin and reminded ME that the passie was only for the bed. Too cute! Fear not, I did use this opportunity to talk about being sneaky. :-) (and better hiding places)

There's More Than One Way to ...Lick the Bowl???????????

2006-08-30T08:52:00.000-05:00

"We" made brownies for church the other day. As I was putting up the oven mitts, I turn around to this scene-Clark has taken "you may clean the bowl" to a new level. His WHOLE head was in the bowl! I am so thankful my camera was in arm's reach so I could catch this precious memory. I'm also thankful that the brownies were already cooking in the oven :-).
Unfortunately, you cannot see the brownie mix ALL over his hair. He also proceded to stick that tongue out and clean his chin, too.
Monkey see, Monkey do! Of course Foster had to join in on the fun! Much faster than the ol' spoon to mouth technique.

Foster in all of his brownie glory!

Popscicles!

2006-08-23T07:45:00.000-05:00

We spent part of the HOT afternoon chomping down on popscicles. You see that I strip my kids clothes off (when possible :) ) during popscicle time, because often more goes ON them, than IN them. Once again, quite difficult to get all three looking in the same direction!
Foster was quite proud of his messy face. He actually had it dripping off of his chin, but his sweet brother wiped it all off for him. (Much to his displeasure might I add.)
"Is my tongue orange?" We played this game for at least five minutes as she had great opportunity to stick her tongue out without getting in trouble.

Check out the orange sticky down her belly, arms, and even on her feet! Oh well! :-)

The Snows Go Hiking

2006-08-20T06:34:00.000-05:00

Getting ready to start our hike at Oak Mountain State Park. We had a great time, and all three kids were quite the hikers. Foster was Mr. Adventure and couldn't get places fast enough, Clark was Mr. Rock Climber, and Elizabeth was the Bug Lady-not a bug or butterfly went by without her spotting it. Even though it's the HOT, MIDDLE OF AUGUST ALABAMA HEAT (around 98+), we all managed to keep our cool.:-)

Foster, you are such a cutie AND a ham!

We even had a visit from "Robin Hood" during our Sherwood Forest visit.

Looking down at the critters. Clark and Foster used this rock as "Pride Rock" and took turns being Mufassa and Cymba.

Insects 101. Elizabeth was so excited to find a "cat-a-pil-wer"that she summoned us all over. It was really a huge millipede, so Daddy was "teaching" with a stick.

Isn't mud glorious!!!!! They had a great time scooping up handfulls of mud and throwing it into the creek. I really wanted to go to the other side to get their facial expressions, but mud isn't a great color on me. :-)

2006-08-17T16:22:00.000-05:00

Two friends from church came over to play yesterday. I heard "ANNA" and "WUUUTH" (Ruth) all day as each of my children wanted to play with them at all times. They are a precious example of gentleness, kindness, and respect. And you better believe that I use their example of treating each other kindly and sharing OFTEN. We had a great day at the pool then at their house playing with their animals (feeding hens and geese, and playing with puppies!). I am so thankful for great friends!

Anna brought over a mixture for playdough and we made some homemade playdough. The boys were fascinated that we could actually make some. Clark wouldn't quite cooperate for the pic----he was working on making a "hugest snake!" Robin Hood (aka Ruth)was quite talented in molding the playdough into characters for the boys.
Anna has 6 puppies that we got to play with for a while. Clark was in hog heaven, as they look like his treasured "Dog" stuffed animal. He was so gentle and absolutely precious talking baby talk to each puppy. Foster is not pictured during this event because he spent a lot of the time saying, "I'm facing my fears. I'm facing my fears. I'll be okay." By the end of the visit, he was much more comfortable and relaxed. Clark even brought a little puppy to Foster and said, "It's okay, Fos. I won't let anything happen to you. You can pet him and I'll protect you." Even though Foster looked at him like he was crazy, it was still tender nonetheless.

Elizabeth is totally in love! I'm still stickin' by my rule about dogs, though. The rule is this: "When EVERYONE can wipe themselves by themself, then we'll talk. Until then, not up for discussion." That's why our friends have dogs, right?!

Out of the Mouths of Babes...(or Are They Grown?)

2006-08-15T13:14:00.000-05:00

Elizabeth came to me to ask for a "wipie." When I asked her why she needed one, she replied, "Don't worry about it. I just need to clean up my mess. It's fine." I tried to hide my smile/laughter as I thanked her for her honesty and for being so responsible, and followed her to the crime scene. The boys followed, too, (probably b/c someone else besides them had made a true mess) and were quite eager to assist during the discussion. Before I could open my mouth at all of the "yogurt drink" on the floor (not just spilled, but in a very obvious "shaken" pattern) my twin "holier-than-thous" chimed in.
Clark: "E-LIZ-A-BETH! You know better than to bring this into the living room."
Foster:" I don't appreciate this. I just cleaned the floor yesterday, young lady." He even had the furrow in his brow that is quite genetic :). (Oh really? I don't seem to recall my 3 yr old with a mop. Hmmmm?)
Elizabeth-"You woo-wy about you. I woo-wy about me."
And in her best/cutest face, with hands in the air-she clapped for herself as she cleaned up her mess. "YEAH! I cweaned up to help the fam-i-ly!" All we could do is smile and hug one another! Too funny!

Rhino Wrestling?

2006-08-08T21:00:00.000-05:00

Yep! That's what they're doing. "RHINO WRESTLING!" I've never heard of such a thing, but within one minute, Clark and Foster quickly move from hats on the head to "rhino horns." My boys totally crack us up with their imagination! Believe it or not, this episode ended without a big brawl. I can hear them giggling even now!

The Many Faces of Elizabeth

2006-08-05T21:22:00.000-05:00

Hmmm? Do we have some gender issues going on? Check out Mama's high heels, Robin Hood's belt, her sword, all the while caring for her tacky little rabbit. "I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan,......" Very surprising to see Elizabeth asleep while listening to a book. She would rather be read to than almost ANYTHING else on the planet. This was way past naptime, though, and there had been a lot of excitement with our buddy Cameron coming over. Too precious! Notice Clark's willingness to be photographed.
She loves to try on shoes. Even the slippers for her "Build a Bear" are worth trying on :)
"My sword!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "You can't have my treasure!" "Neb-er!" Not in most 2 year old girl's vocabularies, but hey..."When in Rome.....". She truly can back her brothers up into a corner during a sword fight. Mainly b/c they actually use some restraint and she goes full force, but she will back them up saying, "Take that, and that, you scurvy pi-wate."

Small Victories Encourage My Heart

2006-08-04T15:38:00.000-05:00

How is it that even at young ages (3 1/2 and 2) children know how to irritate one another? Where do they learn it? My husband and I don't model that. Yes, we tease one another, but not just flat out IRRITATE one another. I often look at my children in action and have to laugh. They are such a sweet reminder of original sin at its best, and why each of us are in desperate need of a Savior.
Yesterday, Clark and Foster were playing Robin Hood (surprise, surprise!) and got quite "physical" in their sword fighting. I was tempted to get involved and nip the whole thing in the bud, but I'm so glad that I just let them work it out themselves. Tears came to my eyes as I heard my diplomatic Foster say "Let's not get really mad at each other. We really ARE just playing." Clark replied with, " Yeah! We're on the same team. We're best buddies. Let's go fight the bad guys." " I melted. It's the little victories, that often go unrecognized, that so encourage my heart.
Little by little, step by step, day by day-it is our prayer that our precious ones know how much they are loved and following His example, love others.

Messy!

2006-07-16T15:41:00.000-05:00

ONE SMALL COOKIE! That's all it took for Clark's clean face/hands/shirt/shorts/ AND socks to have evidence of his treat. It's truly amazing how one child (CLARK) can barely touch food and it's EVERYWHERE, and his twin brother can be so clean. We are SO blessed to have almost polar opposite sons to help us appreciate the way God created them so individually. I wonder how easily I would recognize/treasure their little personalities if they weren't so different.
Elizabeth is also quite proud of the mess she so easily makes with her cookie. How is it that there is not ONE crumb or smudge of chocolate on Foster's hand or face ?(or shirt and shorts for that matter.)

"Peanut" woke up in the best mood, and wants to hang out with me in the kitchen. Her hair is a little crazy, but she doesn't care as she sings "Deep and Wide" at the top of her lungs. Look out church choir! Foster says, "LET'S GO RED SOX!" Daddy is coaching his little "leftie" to be a power pitcher with aspirations of going to "the show" with the Red Sox!

Much Needed Discipline

2006-07-16T15:25:00.000-05:00

(I've gotten this pic and the next one out of order, but oh well!) After the naughty corner, she takes her rabbit to the "If-Then" chart to talk about what the Bible says about hitting. (This little chart is AWESOME! Offense-Bible verse-Consequence . It has taken the guess work out of what consequences are and gets us all on the same page. Fortunately, yet for unfortunate reasons, they are memorizing some neat Bible verses about character.) Anway, I join Elizabeth at the chart, and she tells me that now "wabbit" has to get a "pankin'" b/c "he didn't obey his "pair-wents". We have to obey our pair-wents. Right Mama?" I try to keep my composure during this reverent event, yet love the way she speaks kindly to her rabbit as she "panks" him. Although she doesn't cover the subject of forgiveness and grace as we strive to do while disciplining, my heart melted as she reminded her "wabbit" how much she loves him, even when he's acting "ugly."

Elizabeth came to inform us that "Wabbit is in the naughty corner." When asked what her precious "wabbit" did, she promptly replied, "She hit the monkey, and we don't hit in this fam-i-ly." (Family is truly 3 syllables!) In this shot, she is having a "talk" with the rabbit to make sure he understands.

Zoo Fun

2006-07-12T16:13:00.000-05:00

Riding the train at the zoo is often a highlight in our trip to zoo. I took about 12 pictures trying to get at least 2 kids looking at me, but oh well! Welcome to my world! That's life with two preschoolers (3 1/2) and one "toddler". (Elizabeth recently informed me that she was not my baby anymore, she was my "tod-el-lur."All three are usually doing their own thing-each in their own precious way and time.

Clark gets "brave" and decides he wants to feed the Larikeets at the zoo. He squeals each time one lands on him. At one time, he had 3 of these guys on his arms and shoulder-we both got a little nervous then giggled. Foster was the only one who fed them the last time we were here, but decided he'd "just watch" this time. Elizabeth's food went all over the place as soon as we went into the feeding area (and four birds descended upon her). She definately did not enjoy the experience!

More Zoo Fun

2006-07-12T15:43:00.000-05:00

Elizabeth is not afraid to touch or hold this "crockie" (or of much of anything for that matter). She was the first Snow in line to take care of this "baby that misses its Mama." She even rocked it back and forth-too sweet! Yes, I struggled to explain why this crockie doesn't have a tail. (I left out the part about her not having an arm IF it did in fact have a tail.)
Are we in the monkey house or visiting the rhino? Almost every picture I took of Foster had his tongue out, fingers in his ears, or him messing up his hair. It must be a new phase.!!!!!!!!!UGGGGHHHHH!

These precious explorers are in awe of the huge frogs and turtles in the pond. My heart skips a beat each time I let them climb onto this wall. Does "Shout" get out pond scum, too? For those of you who's hearts are skipping a beat, too-don't worry. I was close enough to catch Elizabeth.

Robin Hood (aka Clark) stops from fighting the Sheriff to sip a bit of tea with Maid Marian (aka Elizabeth). Unfortunately, the camera is not capturing his bow and arrow over his right shoulder, the arrows coming out of his red "quiver" (aka backpack), or his droopy drawers from all of the change in his pocket for the "poor". Cracks me up!

Weekend at the "Ri-ber"

2006-07-11T09:27:00.000-05:00

There's my "Clarkie"! This is about the only time he was still enough to take a face shot. Constantly on the go---building things, "roping" things, protecting things (namely his sister), and chasing anything or body that will play. Truly, while reading books or cutting with scissors is the only time Clark's body is able to be still. We are in amazed at his energy, generosity with others, and imagination. I could just kiss those dimples right now!
Yes, that is his bathing suit on his head. I wonder if REAL pirates have this sense of humor. Foster is off to find treasure but has to make some kind of joke about it, too. He's our comedian in training and loves to tell jokes (over and over and over and.....). God has gifted him with keen sense of humor, quick wit, and eyes that melt your heart to pull it off.

We had a great weekend at the "riber" (as Elizabeth) calls it. Cousin Laura joined us for lots of laughter, kayaking, splashing, and "contoon" (Clark's word for pontoon) or "ship" (Elizabeth) riding. I "tubed" briefly for the first time this year, and I was quickly reminded what a few years can do to the body.
Laura is soon going above the Mason Dixon line for law school in Baltimore. We are amazed, encouraged, and not at all surprised with her determination and strength. She is so precious to our family and loves each of my children individually for who they are. We will miss visiting often and hearing her cackles, duets with Matt, and her refreshing nature. Elizabeth brought tears to my eyes when she prayed for Laura last night unprompted. We love you, Laura!

July 4th Party

2006-07-05T21:18:00.000-05:00

We had few friends from church over for food and fun the evening of July 4th. Highlights of the night included three sweaty boys playing "Robinhood", an appearance of the "superburger", toddlers with sparklers, Baby Gracie having a blast with all the baby dolls, and Baby Reese flirting with Elizabeth (she of course flirted back:) ). We thankGod for His gift of freedom, and for all those who have and are fighting to preserve it. Hope your Independence Day was as wonderful as ours. Happy Birthday America!

Morning Edition

2006-07-03T05:54:00.000-05:00

It is 5:52 am and I have just created the Southern Snows blogspot. This is our second attempt for online updates to our family. Hopefully we will be more successful at keeping this one updated. The access for all you who are the interested parties should be simpler than the old site...

No trips for us this weekend just a couple days at home playing. We did have a family adventure on Saturday that included a picnic. There was a lot of sweat since it was 97 degrees outside, but we all survived and cooled off in the YMCA pool later that day.

Sunday included a big fellowship at church which the kids love since they get to run and play with so many of their friends (pictured on the right). We finished off the day with another trip to the "Y" to play sharks and dolphins and pirates. The pool even wears Mommy and Daddy out and everyone slept without a peep last night.