You have to try this...Emma swears by it! Much better than any ointment we have tried ever....

Miracle Skin Salve 2oz

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

More pics from Memphis

Two Dad being Silly, while Emma takes his picture Big Daddy and Two Daddy at Big Daddy's 83rd birthday...
Emma Grace and her Two Dad
Emma and Mommy swimming
Emma posing
Emma and Mommy being silly
Emma and Mommy in the hot tub (no, it wasn't too hot for her, but it did feel nice)
Momma and Emmy making silly faces!

Sorry for no Bubby pictures this time. He decided to nap through swim time. I will take more tomorrow of him.

Monday, February 26, 2007

My soapbox

I read this today, it was written over 18 years ago. Unfortunately, it is still appropriate for today's reader. May it not be so in another 18 years....

Author: Elisabeth ElliotSource: On Asking God WhyScripture: Psalm 139
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When I Was Being Made In Secret
As I drove into the yard a boy of nine raced across the lawn with his new golden retriever puppy on a training lead.
"Aunt Betty! This is Bucky! We just got him!" Within the next few minutes, I heard all about Bucky and about Charles's new collections of stamps, baseball cards, and toy cars (among them a police car, a space vehicle, a green hatchback, a Volkswagen with oversize tires, and a model of "Le Car"), as well as about his golf lessons ("I got a set of clubs, too!"), tennis lessons ("Look at my new racquet!"), the Christmas cards he is selling in order to win prizes, and about sleeping on the screened porch in a sleeping bag.
Nothing extraordinary or astonishing about this nine-year-old. He's lively, he has a very wide grin, he wears ragged cutoffs, and he even chopped up his shirt with scissors (collar and sleeves were too hot, he explained). His blond hair sticks out in funny places, and his striped tennis shoes seem as clumsily huge as Mickey Mouse's always did.
But yesterday when I visited this charming nephew of mine I thought of some people I saw last month when I went to a hospital in Mississippi to visit my new granddaughter Elisabeth. I peered eagerly through the nursery window along with all the other grandmothers and the smug fathers. "Ours" was shown to us by the nurse, a beautiful tiny thing clenching her perfect fists. I gazed as enthralled as though I had never seen a newborn child, as though Elisabeth were the first of her kind ever to appear to mystify and bewitch and melt the soul of a grandmother.
It was at the back of the nursery that I saw the people who affected me very differently but also very deeply. They were extremely small. A nurse thrust her hands into built-in rubber gloves in the side of an incubator and ever so gently lifted a little creature that looked infinitely more fragile and helpless than our baby, a "preemie" of perhaps two and a half pounds. He was one of several in incubators, and as I watched them lying there, eyes bandaged against the heat lamp, moving and breathing in their plastic boxes, I thought of Charles, who was just such a baby nine years ago. Born three months early, he was not expected to make it through the first night.
Earnestly prayed for by his parents and many others, cared for continuously by many hands as gentle as those of the nurse I watched in Mississippi, he survived.
Not long ago I saw a picture which will remain ineradicable in my mind: a black plastic garbage bag which contained what was left of the morning's work in one city hospital--four or five babies, some of them the size of Charles when he was born, some of them larger. They were rejects.
Who is it that makes the "selections"? Who may determine which tiny person is acceptable and may be permitted to be born (and if necessary, hovered over, cradled in a sterile temperaturecontrolled incubator to assist his survival), and which is unacceptable and may be treated as a cancer or a gangrenous growth and surgically or chemically removed? What perverted vision of "life enhancement" warrants such a choice?
Gloria Steinem appeared on television recently to speak about what she calls "pro-choice." What she did not say, what no proponent of abortion ever says, is that the choice they defend is the choice to kill people. Babies are people, but the U. S. Supreme Court has decreed that certain people, if they are young enough and helpless enough, may be killed.
Another choice which the courts and modern liberality and morality permit us to make is the choice of a tasteful vocabulary. To begin with, the rejects I saw in the plastic bag are not babies, they are not people, they are, if small enough and unrecognizable enough, merely "tissue" or, as ethicist Charles Curran puts it, "the matter involved in the research." If undeniably identifiable, they are but the "products of conception." Well, so is Charles. So am I.
Words most assiduously to be avoided are "kill" and "murder." They were also avoided by the physicians who supervised the "selections" in Nazi concentration camps. Heirs to Europe's proudest medical traditions, they resorted to complicated mental gymnastics to provide moral and scientific legitimacy for Hitler's crazed racial and biological notions. In a world forty years advanced from those barbarities we speak of freedom, of the liberation of women, of the right over our own bodies-- viewing ourselves as emancipated and enlightened while we sink into ever more diabolical (though always finely calculated and carefully rationalized) modes of self-worship and idolatry.
When anyone has the indelicacy to call a spade a spade (i.e., an abortion a murder) he is accused (as in Time, July 30, 1979) of "hateful propaganda, harassment, disregard of other people's civil rights…an attempt to force [his] own perception of morality on everyone else.'' It was Uta Landy, executive director of the National Abortion Federation in New York, who wrote that.
Shall we, like those idealists in Germany, in order to evade the real horror, invoke such forms of self-delusion and insist on innocuous and deceptive terms like "procedure'' or "loss" instead of "killing," or "tissue" for "child"? While we pharisaically deplore Malaysia's management of the pitiful "boat people" (the Home Affairs Minister, Ghazali bin Shafie, said, "The Vietnamese keep throwing rubbish into our gardens''), we rationalize and legalize--we even feel it our duty to facilitate and finance--the disposal of tens of thousands of--what shall we call them if not people?
I could not miss the ironies of The New Yorker's editorializing about Malaysia. Not many months ago it threw up its hands in horror at those who would oppose "the right to choose" abortion. Now it points out that it is the policy of our government to favor human rights around the world, yet "one of earth's peoples is being set adrift on the high seas, and in the whole wide world there is no dependable place of refuge."
Let us who claim to accept moral responsibility for refugees and the world's rejects remember that another of earth's peoples is being "selected," shall we say, for annihilation. We are accused of insensitivity if we mention the black plastic garbage bags or saline burning or the intrauterine dismemberment of gestating human beings, but in the whole wide world is there for them "no dependable place of refuge''?
Let us consider these things in quietness before God who sees them all. "O Lord, thou hast searched me and known me…my frame was not hidden from thee when I was being made in secret…Thy eyes beheld my unformed substance; in thy book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them…See if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting."
Copyright© 1989, by Elisabeth

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Pictues Gallore

Elliot on his play mate Elliot finds a cardinal

Emma and Bubby Elliot stretching
Emma, she picked out her outfit today Bubby is fascinated
Oh how fun

Emmy at Big Daddy's house
Aunt Fran and Elliot
Emmy takes mommy's picture
Nuther Momma and Emmy in Gran Jean's kitchen
Nuther Momma, Emmy and Mary

Emma eats raw corn, all of it
nothing for the pet raccoon
All she needs is the corn patch...
Emma had the camera again

Cara (flower girl in our wedding) holding Elliot. He talked to her like there was no tomorrow
Elliot smiles at mommy
Cara, Emma and Uncle Matt
Emma shucking corn
Emma shucked all eight ears by herself

Superstar Emmy
Emmy loves her heart shirt
Daddy through the lense of Emmy
Emma Grace
Bubby takes a swing

Monday, February 19, 2007

What a blessing

I just wanted to say how blessed Tal and I are in having two kids, and precious, wonderful, adorable, sweet, loving Tal and I, both, have had "Wow" moments lately where we have just looked at them and had tears in our eyes, realizing how blessed we are to have them. They are adorable, cute and fun. God uses them everyday to show us more of who He is. I am amazed at who He has made them to be.

I guess that is enough bragging on my little ones. But I just am so thankful and grateful to be their mom!



Wow, I cannot believe it has been almost a week. It has gone so fast, but in a good way mostly.

Thursday night I did not get off work until Friday morning at 2am about. But God was so good to me. The kids slept in until 930am, which they had not done in days. So I was able to get enough sleep to refresh myself for the coming day. Then I got my hair cut, and oh how wonderful is that. I had not had it cut for almost a year. And I was so excited to have it cut even just the little I got it cut. Finally, Tal and I went to a banquet for his work. We left the kids with some dear friends, Mrs. Fisher and her daughter Holly as well as Holly's friend, Jana, and our other friend's daughter, Natalie. Emma Grace had a blast. I think she is in seventh heaven when older gals pay her attention. I stuffed myself in an old (but fantastic) bridesmaid dress for the evening and we had so much fun. It was our first night for both of us to leave both kids together. But we had a great time, and they had a great time as well.

Saturday was fun. Emma and I went on an adventure with my Mom and Dad while Tal and Ellito had boy time. Then I promptly fell out and slept almost four hours. Then Matt and I made waffles and bacon and eggs for everyone. Emma loved her waffles. But she loved her bacon even more! She ate four pieces I think, three before dinner was served.

Sunday was fun too. We saw Big Daddy and then we ran a few errands. Then one of the flower girls from my wedding and her parents, Cara Ward and Maryanne and Grant Ward, came to visit. It was great seeing them. They are just the most precious people you have ever met. I enjoyed taking care of them when I babysat their little ones. Cara was so sweet with Elliot and Emma as well. Elliot sat in her lap and just cooed and smiled at her. He has talked a lot, but nothing like that. He talked to her non-stop. We had dinner with them while they waited on their son, Joshua (the ring bearer in the wedding, and I cannot believe he is so big now, I first babysat him when he was three weeks old.) to finish his ball boy duties at the tennis tournement. Then we got ready for the next week. And now the next week is upon us!

Elliot slept through the night mostly last night. He did get up at three am, but had almost been asleep for six hours. I considered that all night for me. Then he slept another four, and then another three before waking up. It is great. Thank you Lord!

Emma is a hoot still. She was so excited about playing with Cara, although she had no idea who Cara was. So all night Saturday night, she kept waking up and saying, "Nope, not yet."I could not figure out what she was talking about. Finally, when she woke up she said, "Oh Yeah! Cara's here." Then I told her that it was not until the afternoon that Cara would be here, then she said, "oh no, not yet" What a hoot!

More pics to come, maybe Wednesday if I don't get it done before. Hopefully we will get to the zoo this week or weekend and pics from there. Elliot will get his first time really out in the sun and the shine!


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

New pics from today...Happy Valentines

Emma Grace and James Elliot Thomas Emma and her bubby

Emmy and Emmy's Daddy Spitting like a girl!