The Hair Cut

Zebadiah is 18 months old now. Going to the store was fun, he could be in all blue and because of his long hair people would say "She is so cute." After going to Wal-Mart and having some cashiers play peek-a-boo with him because he was crying, they said "She is so cute." as we were leaving. That was it, the next day I cut his hair. I had been putting it off knowing that once I did he would no longer be my baby but a little man. So here are the before and after pictures.

Before the hair cut...

After the hair cut...

What my kids are going to be when they grow up...

Tirzah: "Mommy, I know what we are going to be when we grow up."
Mommy: "What are you going to be?"
Tirzah: "Well Azariah is going to be a Daddy farmer, Zebadiah is going to be a veterinarian and I am going to be an Artist."

Azariah agreed with her about this. I asked her what exactly is a Daddy farmer. She informed me that it is a farmer with children. That was good to hear because I was a little worried about what it might be.

Biking near water...

Here it is for those of you who have waited for my next blog...

Tirzah and Azariah both learned how to ride there bikes without training wheels. Tirzah is doing really well accept that she uses the toes of her shoes as breaks. Azariah, after he figured it out and is doing well wants the training wheels back on. He is our lazy one and since he can't go as fast without them yet, he wants them back on. It could also be that he liked getting his training wheels high centered so he could spin the back wheel really fast.

We decided to take a bike ride with the kids. Tirzah rode her bike, Azariah and Zeb were in the bike trailer that was pulled by Gil and I was on my bike. We were going along a ditch that is pretty good sized and swift. After going 2 miles, we turned around and started back. I was staying next to Tirzah to make sure she didn't go into the ditch. Well, I got a little in front of her and from behind me I here her start screaming and yelling. I knew exactly what was happening, she was going into the ditch. I immediately hit the brakes to stop and I totally crashed on my bike. With the adrenalin pumping I didn't realize how hard I had actually hit the ground. I ran to where she was going over and watched. She chose to go over a section of the ditch with a bank that is 8-10 feet down to the water. Plus it is adobe and so you just slide down. She yelled, "My bike, my bike." I told her to let her bike go and she did. She clung to the bank crying. The Lord was gracious because there was a shelf under the water she landed on so she only went up to her waist in the water. I was down in the water and behind her and helped push her up to Gil. Then the question was, do I look for the bike or leave it. This was a nice bike, but we had picked it up off the curb when we lived in Texas so it was a free bike. I waded out into the ditch and started feeling around for it. I felt it and then I lost it. This happened three times until I was able to finally grab it. Tirzah was very excited about having her bike back.

The Lord was very gracious because there are other places along this ditch the would not have been as forgiving. I ended up with a major tension headache that afternoon that lasted until the next day. I didn't realize how hard or how exactly I hit the ground when trying to get off my bike until the next day when my whole body ached.

I went over the handle bars while mountain biking when I was pregnant with Azariah and now I have done the same thing during this pregnancy.

A soggy wet carpet...

Sorry it has been so long since I have blogged. It is amazing how fast time flies. All morning, I have been walking around on wet carpet. I found one little spot and then a few minutes later another spot. Till now it seems the whole floor is wet.

What caused such a wet floor you may ask? Was it a leaky pipe? A leaky swamp cooler? A spilled glass of water? The answer lies with the Three-year-old.

Mom: "Azariah, why is the floor all wet?"
Azariah: "Because we were motorcycle racing."
(Like that explains everything.)
Mom: "What do you mean motorcycle racing."
Azariah: "We were racing motorcycles on the train track."
Mom: "But why is the floor all wet?"
Azariah: "Because of the dust."
(Realize this is a hard plastic Geo-Trax train set.)
Mom: "I don't understand..."
Azariah: "Well mom, we had to put water on the track to keep the dust down."

Then the light bulb goes on in mom's head. Last Friday night, we went to the motocross motorcycle races. All the children loved it and Azariah, being the perceptive little boy he is, saw how they put water on the track to keep the dust down. So of course his motorcycle track needed the same things.

Now I get to walk around on a wet carpet all day. What is going to happen when we go to the shoe store this afternoon?

The reasoning of a three-year-old

We started school this week. It takes us between 30-45 minutes to "do" school. Today is my cleaning day so we didn't do school until this afternoon. Tirzah and Azariah put on there swim suits this morning to play in the sprinklers. Tirzah had changed back into her clothes but Azariah was still running around with swim trunks on. We sat down on the couch to start school and Azariah smelled like urine.

Mom: "Azaraih did you have an accident in your pants?"
Azariah: "Well mommy, these are swim trunks and they are suppose to be wet."

I then had to explain that there was a difference between water wet and potty wet. I changed him before we did school. He did get himself wet outside so that was better than inside.

A Little Poem

A Poem from Colorado

We feed our goats hay,

We enjoy the horses neigh,

We don't have chickens that lay,

But Gil's job does the bills pay,

And a fourth little sweet heart

we will have around Valentine's Day

Family Camping Trip...

Camping, what fun. This last weekend we went camping with my parents as well as my mom's sister and brother and their families. When we go on trips, this means I get to pack for 5 people. My husband is the hardest because I never know exactly what he wants to take, but neither does he. So I put what I think he should take and lay it out on the bed. Then he comes along and exchanges, adds and takes away things. The system works pretty well.

After I packed everyones clothes I gave my husband his choice of two tasks. Neither of which he likes doing, but both of which needed to be done before we left. We could clean the kitchen or pack the car. He choose to clean the kitchen. You have to understand, that my husband was a janitor for six years and is a very through cleaner. So even after I had the entire car packed, he was still working on the kitchen. And now, the stove display is really shiny and the entire counter is clean, not just up to things, but behind them as well. I love my husband.

After he finished the kitchen, he brought out his bag of clothes, I put it in the car. I then turn around and he is holding 5 pairs of shoes. I look at him and he says, I don't know which ones I might need. Understand, we left on Friday and came back on Monday. I thought it was pretty comical. He did have a good reason for each pair of shoes he held, but I did get him to leave one pair behind.

We then went on our journey. It was a great time with family. The children enjoyed it even though we never caught any fish. The man in the camper space next to us caught six finish on Sunday and we didn't get any. He did allow Tirzah to reel in two of them, which she enjoyed.

The trip was fun and God's creation is always beautiful.