Finding time....

I have been trying so hard to keep up with the blog, but alas, with 2 little ones, a house, friends, and school work, I haven't been a good blogger. I promise to try harder.

Life here has been crazy. Miss Olivia started crawling a week ago and so now the fun has begun! She is such an observant little bugger. She watches everything around her, and then she doesn't hesitate to copy, once she deems the scene ok. I believe I have an extremely bright one on my hands, but then again, what mother doesn't think so.

Spring is suppose to be here, but it has been raining so much that we haven't been outside much, but when the sun shines, the dogs, and all go down to the river and fetch, run and picnic. Or, we are outside finishing up projects before Jeremy goes off on his fire season.

I will sit down later, hopefully, and start to back blog about the silly, yet wonderful things going on in our world.

Keeping the Faith

Yesterday was one of those days that a person wishes would just end. It started at 5:50 am with Miss Olivia deciding to get up. Next Goober peed in my bed and by 7:30 Jeremy had whacked his leg on the end table and was screaming. By 9:00 Goober had ran into a wall, fell over, hit his head on a shoe rack, and cut his lip open. By 10:30 water was coming in my drain in my basement.

Luckily I caught the water before the, newly remodeled, basement was flooded. We called our hero "Mike the Plumber" and he was here in a matter of minutes. After 2 hours of digging and poking it was determined that we have a collapsed sewer pipe and we will have to dig out the sewer line to find out were the break is at.

By this point I am on the verge of tears, I all I can think about is the money we will have to pay and how we are going to find it. I keep saying in my head "God has a plan" "This to shall pass". My usual mantras in time of crisis.

By 4 pm we realize we are going to be without sewer for the weekend. I am at wits end. I am so angry and frustrated I want to cry and scream. Just then "Terry the Handy Man" comes to my house to pull up some roots. I had asked him to come long before the sewer backed up and I was worried about paying him and paying all the other expenses that were to come out of this whole adventure.

As I am talking with Terry, the topic of money came up. I was lamenting about everything, then I pause and say to him, "God has a plan, and this too shall pass". He smiles and says yes it will. When he is done with his work. Jeremy goes out to pay him, he smiles and tells Jeremy, "Don't worry about it. Just give extra to church tomorrow."

God has a plan. He is watching, and when you believe you are at wits end, stop, breathe and remember, "He is watching you and will help you, if you believe".

God Bless Terry, Mike, and all the others who were there for me yesterday and everyday. I am truly a blessed person. AMEN.

Back in the Saddle

Well if I have anyone left reading my blog, then that is a miracle. I can't believe that it has been 6 months since the last blog. My life has been so out of control. The end of my pregnancy went from icky to full out sucky.

It started in August with me get violently ill and ending up in the hospital. I was in and out of the hospital for the next 2 months and lost over 30 pounds. Granted loosing 30 pounds is usually wonderful, but not when it comes out your butt! Anyway after all of the trauma, it was pretty much decided that I have developed an autoimmune disorder. Most likely Crone's Disease, but I can't be fully diagnosed for about 3 more months, due to the early diagnosis and being able to show up on tests. Of course this has changed my life drastically. I no longer can have dairy, caffeine, and fatty foods. If I am having a flare up then salad is out too. It makes for an adventure in life, but I figure it is a good way for me to get myself back on track for the health department.

Adam has taken off when it comes to his vocabulary and height, he is predicted to be about 6 feet tall when all is said and done, and his vocabulary and humor rival those of a 4 year old. His wit keeps us all on our toes.

Jeremy is still the same, he obsesses over cutting wood and keeping the lawn kept up. He loves to spend his evening with the rug rats and can't get enough of HGTV.

Izi is wonderful, she spent the summer with us and was a wonderful helper, and I don't know what I would have done without her. She has shot up and is now all legs and her humor and personality reminds me so much of myself it is scary. I look forward to seeing her on her breaks and whenever I get a chance to come back to Minnesota to visit.

Our newest addition was born on September 2, 2009. She was 7 pounds 10 oz and was 19 inches. She is the runt of the litter and we are enjoy watching her grow. She is extremely laid back, but very particular in what she wants and when she wants it. I sure don't know where she gets that from.

Anyway, I am planning on making this a priority in my life for 2010, and maybe, just maybe I will keep this New Years Resolution up.

Memorial Day Weekend

Goober loving his Auntie Kelly

Both of them putting on their Cheese Faces!

Auntie Kelly came for a long weekend to help me get my house in order for the summer and more importantly to spend some quality time with Goober. We had a wonderful time. Kelly was our first guest here in Whitehall, so I got to show her all the important sights. The gas station, KFC and the coffee shop.

Of course any visit with Kelly includes some major shopping time. Which I found I had missed shopping with someone else so much. Of course Montana shopping can't even compare to Minnesota shopping, luckily I will get to do that soon.

We worked endlessly on my basement and Olivia's room. It was a marathon, but it was worth it.

Today Auntie Kelly left to drive back to Minnesota with Goober with her. She is a brave soul driving across country with a 2 year old. Goober is staying with Grandma and Grandpa and Kelly for a week and a half until I come to Minnesota to do appointments for Adam and to pick up the Iz for the summer. I already miss him, but he will get to spend some time with Jeremy's family and I know he is in for some adventures.

Finding a church

Jeremy and I were both blessed to grow up in Parishes that were exactly what we needed. I grew up ELCA that was traditional, we had Psalms sung and a beautiful organ that echoed throughout the church.

Since leaving Minnesota over a year ago I have really struggled to find a new church. Either it is too liberal or too conservative. Not enough kids or no kids programing. At first I was adamant to stay with in the Lutheran or Methodist ideologies, but I am now venturing out and exploring other options. I am finding that my belief system doesn't fit into what each church stands for. How much does a person bend? What beliefs are able to be altered? Do I attend a church just because it has a great kids program or do I attend a dying congregation because it better matches my beliefs.

"Let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another--and all the more as you see the Day approaching." - Hebrews 10: 24-25