I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God.
Ecclesiastes 5:18-19

Monday, June 29, 2009

Put the toilet seat up, please!!

I've always wondered what life would be like having a boy and a girl. My dream has always been that they will be the best of friends, stand up for one another, Trever would treat his sister like a princess always and understand her emotions and drama. I'm learning on a daily basis that they do love each other and they are the best of friends and that they are going to argue at least once a day. This past Friday I experienced an argument I did not see coming, but found myself laughing as it was going on and on and on and on.
I heard Abbie scream "Trever!!!" from their bathroom. He went running to her as though he was ready to rescue her. He had no idea that she was quite upset with him. He asked "what's wrong sissy?" This is where the argument begin.

Abbie: "Trever you need to put the toilet seat up when you go pottie. You got the whole seat wet."

Trever: "Oh sissy, it's not a big deal."

Abbie: "Yes it is because I have to sit on it."

Trever: "Just wipe it off." ---He says it as though she's being so dramatic over nothing. I kept thinking I really should get involved but I just could not stop laughing and I new Abbie was not a happy camper.

Abbie: "That's rude Trever and Daddy told you put the seat up and then down."

Trever: "Whatever..."

Abbie: "Don't roll your eyes at Trever!"

Trever: "Mommy, Abbie's yelling at me."

Abbie: "well he went pottie and got it on the seat. Daddy told him not to do that. Now I have to clean it off."

I did finally regain composer and entered the bathroom to remind them that we should speak kindly to one another and told Abbie a gentle reminder of the rules is sometimes required and Trever just forgot. She apologized for raising her voice and then asked "Mommy, can I just have my own bathroom?" I just started laughing and reminded her that she is only 6 years old and their was no need to add another bathroom just yet. Maybe the future will be Jeff and Trever sharing a bathroom and Abbie can share a bathroom with me. Of coarse the "Ladies of the house" will need the master bathroom. I do have to say over the 10 years I've been married to Jeff I've never had to remind him to put the seat up and then down. His Momma raised him right.

So, Jeanne, Jenny, and Dawn I would like to give you a heads up of one of the small dramatic moments you will deal with in your household. Good luck Girlies. We should have all considered three bathrooms during the construction of our homes.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Good family fun and Good eats part 2







Happy Father's day Jeff!!! Thanks for being such a good daddy. Our children are truly blessed to have you and so am I.








Happy Father's day daddy!!! You have truly loved me unconditionally and I couldn't ask for a better daddy. I love you so much.

Thanks mom for a great weekend. You always make our times together so special!!













































So as you can see from the earlier post today we had plenty to eat and some slip and slide fun as well. Later on in the day we played a round of blockus and then took afternoon naps. The evening was winding down and my Grandmother had said all of her goodbyes. I was just getting the kids in their jammies when the phone rang........................it was Grandmama calling to say she'd hit a deer. We all hopped in the car to go see and these were the comments from the children:


Alana: "Oh no I hope Grandmama is okay and I hope it wasn't a baby deer."


Abbie: "Well, I wonder if daddy and Grandpa will clean it so we can eat it for dinner."


Trever:"That's crazy. We can't eat a dead deer."


Alana: "Maybe we can have it for lunch tomorrow."


Abbie: "No, we have to freeze it first."


Trever: "We can't eat a deer. That means we are their predators."


Granda and Jennifer: We just laughed hysterically. We were speechless.


Now for those of you concerned about the deer, it was a doe, she was not pregnant and did not have milk. There is no need to call PETA. She ran out in front of the car. The police were called to write a report for my Grandmother's car and there will be no buzzards eating up the deer because the police gave permission for the Light's to have the deer. You can figure out the rest.


This was the most interesting birthday yet.

Good family time and Good eats, what else is there?























































Friday, June 12, 2009

Celebration or thankfulness? Both!!!

I am finding myself in a place of numbness this week. For many, many reasons but I will save your eyes from such long torturous reading and share the number one reason I find myself thankful, speechless, and in awe at God's work.

We have been anxiously awaiting the results of my Grandmother's P.E.T scan for two weeks and there have been times that I really felt as though I would vomit, there have been times that I felt as though I was going to loose all control of my emotions, and there have been times when I just had that peace that you get and you wonder why you have it when the news could be devastating.

This Tuesday my Grandmother walked into her Dr.'s office with trust that no matter what came out of her Dr.'s mouth she new the Lord was in control. She sat patiently waiting to get in a room, then patiently waiting in the room for her Dr. When her Dr. walked in she was smiling and said, "Mrs. Brogdon, I really hope your ready to enjoy your summer. I can't seem to find anything on your P.E.T scan that indicates you have cancer." I'm sure you can figure out my Grandmother's reaction from that point. It didn't just shrink to smaller tumors, nodules, or even dots. Her chest is completely clear and there is no sign that it had spread from her colon to her lungs. As I type I still find myself with my mouth wide open.

We are thankful, we are humbled, and somehow we will Celebrate in this goodness.............it will probably be with my Grandmother's famous shrimp and crab leg boil. Nothing is greater than sitting around her dining room table celebrating her life. I'm sure we will try and talk her into letting us do all the cooking, but she will argue about how good she feels and how it won't be the same if she doesn't cook it herself. It's her joy.

Thank you to those who were my prayer warriors these last two weeks and understood all my reasons for my ups and downs. Thank you Jeff for helping me through all of my anxiety and fears.