Two years ago today, my doctor looked at me and said, "Your uterus looks tired." Really, doc? I assumed after birthing 27 pounds of babies in a four year time period my insides would look brand spanking new. Reckon not.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
The Stud
Two years ago today, my doctor looked at me and said, "Your uterus looks tired." Really, doc? I assumed after birthing 27 pounds of babies in a four year time period my insides would look brand spanking new. Reckon not.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
The letter I gave Landon's teacher today...
Dear Miss Werntz,
Today is the day! You have worked hard all summer to prepare for your new class of learners for the year. And it’s finally here.
For some children, yours will be the first hug they’ve received in weeks. Yours will be the only smile they get all day. You will be the sole book reader. The only constant in their ever-changing, unpredictable little life.
For others, you will be a continuation of the loving they have received their entire life. Your hug will be there when their parents long to be. Your books will love on them when they are missing their favorite books from home.
For my child, your hug will be what welcomes him into a new learning opportunity. Your read alouds will nurture his heart. Your smile will comfort him. And your laughter will remind him that he is a funny little treasure. When he feels self-conscious about his glasses, your comforting words will remind him that he is super cool. J
Please know that I am praying for you and your new little family today. Praying that you will love on one another, grow together, and experience true community. Praying that my little man will make a difference in this world alongside his classmates.
Thank you for committing yourself to the hardest job in the world. It’s going to be a great year!
Sincerely,
Christy Trevett
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Cleaning Games
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Baptism
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Happy Birthday to me.
I'm 32. My birthday started off with waking up to a card on my pillow from my precious husband complete with a receipt for a Cricut. (That's a machine that cuts out letters and shapes in all different sizes. I'm going to use it to scrapbook but I think seamstresses use it to cut stuff out of fabric.) Michael's didn't have any stock but I'm expecting a phone call any day now so I can bring in my raincheck and exchange it for the real thing!