tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11997200305927102602024-03-13T00:44:17.149-07:00Living Grenierhgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-48979074555112627282011-01-16T16:12:00.000-08:002011-01-16T19:30:40.571-08:00Steppin' on toes, my own as well...<div>The last couple of months I've had many of these thoughts percolating... These seemed to all spill out when I was at a youth conference (Mark Matlock's Planet Wisdom) with our youth group. I scribbled frantically in any spare space in my conference notebook trying to get what has been burdening my heart out on paper. While although I haven't blogged in a year and a half, I was compelled to try to capture my thoughts.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Loving and ministering to people is messy. <div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; ">People are messy. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; ">We, the church, need to love people even in the mess, despite the mess... love them where they are - mess and all... </span></div><div>Are we accepting / welcoming people into our family as the people they are currently, or are we expecting / demanding them to clean up first, meet certain standards; or get left out? </div><div>We need to meet people with open arms where they are, as they are. </div><div>Are we willing to open the doors, open our arms, open our hearts to them? Or are we preferring our own ease, our own comfort, over their uncomfortable mess? </div><div>Are we so prideful that we don't see that Jesus loves US in OUR MESS? </div><div>Are we rationalizing our pride? </div><div>Is it that we are lazy, only caring for ourselves? </div><div>Are we willing to DO LIFE TOGETHER with messy, imperfect people, or are we demanding that they leave their mess at home before they come? </div><div>Doing life together with those around us is messy! <div><br /></div><div>God doesn't NEED our help to love these people! He CHOOSES us, He CALLS us... NOT only to love these people; but to CHANGE US in the process! To CONFORM us more into His image. Are we missing out because we are choosing to pursue our own comfort instead? </div><div>Are we missing out on a blessing because we don't want to get messy? </div><div><br /></div><div>God is PASSIONATE about you! God is PASSIONATE about people - messy, quirky people. </div><div>Are we going to love them, even become passionate about them; as true followers and imitators of CHRIST? Or are we going to be comfortable? </div><div>Are we conveying that truth through our attitudes, actions, love, deeds to other people? What do others assume about God through watching how we react to them? </div><div>Are we busy being offended, or are we extending God's grace? </div><div>Are we busy arguing because we are offended, or are we busy arguing for those who are defenseless? </div><div><br /></div><div>I love the sound and voice of John Mayer, but when I hear his song "Waiting on the World to Change", the lyrics infuriate me a little bit more each time. Now I wonder (maybe I don't want Mayer and his friends acting to change the world), but could these lyrics be about me? Could they be about CrossRidge Church? Could they be describing the apathetic American / Western / Commercialized brand of Christianity that is prevalent?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><i>Me and all my friends<br />We're all misunderstood<br />They say we stand for nothing and<br />There's no way we ever could </i><br /><br /><i>Now we see everything that's going wrong<br />With the world and those who lead it<br />We just feel like we don't have the means<br />To rise above and beat it </i> (but the Bible says we have the same power in us that raised Christ)<br /><br /><i>So we keep waiting<br />Waiting on the world to change<br />We keep on waiting<br />Waiting on the world to change<br /></i><br /><i>It's hard to beat the system<br />When we're standing at a distance<br />So we keep waiting<br />Waiting on the world to change</i><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 15.8333px; "><div>Instead of standing at a distance, we need to BE the change we want to see! Even in a small way, step out and follow God even in baby steps.</div><div><br /></div></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><div>1 John 3:18 "...let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth."</div><div><br /></div><div>John 13:35 "Your love for one another will PROVE to the world that you are my disciples."</div><div><br /></div><div>Are we proving that we are disciples of ease, comfort, selfishness? Or are we proving we are disciples of Jesus, the God who came down and got messy!? </div><div>Are we living in the very Presence of The Living God? Or are we living in our own presence?</div><div><br /></div><div>Ephesians 5:1&2 "Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God."</div><div><br /></div><div>It all boils down to this: Who will we imitate and exalt in our lives? God or ourselves?</div></span></span></span></div></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-66919683730622190842009-09-25T07:47:00.000-07:002009-09-25T08:05:40.645-07:00Just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman<div>Caleb went to school today dressed as Spiderman for Reading is Fun Day. He really wanted to go as the indian from Indian in the Cupboard that we read together this summer... But low and behold Goodwill just didn't have an indian costume when we ran (and I mean shopping in under 5 minutes kind of ran!) in yesterday afternoon! But Caleb was quick to remind me that he actually had read a Spiderman book at one point, so I guess this costume qualifies... ;)</div><div><br /></div><div>This morning while we were waiting for his ride in the hospital parking lot, he got out of the car and was waving at every passing vehicle and "Spiderman-ing" all over the parking lot. :) Here are a few shots I caught:</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-K8u3BVtSwTNnYwfPbQVuPEh7x32-ZDnq4oDWcVsxaTFDxVgkphOa4ULdJaHZNRVdVhSerYxiZoRznhH7baUOlulAZrptNWHzY-YhqEB2JOuF4qAZp00vQ_hJo8D7AfB-3yhbHXIr4Z-/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-K8u3BVtSwTNnYwfPbQVuPEh7x32-ZDnq4oDWcVsxaTFDxVgkphOa4ULdJaHZNRVdVhSerYxiZoRznhH7baUOlulAZrptNWHzY-YhqEB2JOuF4qAZp00vQ_hJo8D7AfB-3yhbHXIr4Z-/s200/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385418144523392754" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6h9kw20a062iOHHwhMpzIgAuBFnkAT2oAYk0o0Z_-85O6vg0ZBboKC2cCkNdIgopWZkxdWHqg5_UwQdK8vM_54nBpghT75iMyS6xQtf64rwmPsblplbJWwS3YrhjWjkZbAI9yReB15yC/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; 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Finally an appropriate outlet for his (overly... did I say that out loud...) dramatic personality! ;) Sorry these pictures are grainy, they were taken with my iPhone and are really posted here for the grandparents. :)</div></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfckIO5sAl7tVhhvgYjPSw3CgTTFvPfewhShaf4HiouxqEQfPJ1k85e2tcmYBrHVGapUazrvmaAFt7QmKlt50wBxqEQlBXjgZjfG0qrmKtj6EORBUk-NoWjChyZjYN_Wo1CMtlqTv3DMQE/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfckIO5sAl7tVhhvgYjPSw3CgTTFvPfewhShaf4HiouxqEQfPJ1k85e2tcmYBrHVGapUazrvmaAFt7QmKlt50wBxqEQlBXjgZjfG0qrmKtj6EORBUk-NoWjChyZjYN_Wo1CMtlqTv3DMQE/s200/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410657507307506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYKKPvCfaqMEiki5HMMtuzQDPwB44-6F8N4kaBGrqL6sFplkCmWsMt2eHITIaBoSaV2qDg9-3HWphLYH6pLKnPhahWMBnTjR81uvBeKy-96OI2CmJdTla2y9fFFKbb9cmhi3kclU1UVOE/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOYKKPvCfaqMEiki5HMMtuzQDPwB44-6F8N4kaBGrqL6sFplkCmWsMt2eHITIaBoSaV2qDg9-3HWphLYH6pLKnPhahWMBnTjR81uvBeKy-96OI2CmJdTla2y9fFFKbb9cmhi3kclU1UVOE/s200/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410660947977634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKghIY8_Y0WvPnId_D59MtSPrwIcVKui0nueHYs9Nm11sccpn8TJPyLiMzFkn9bo9Ps24H1dD0TaKPNH-_YFvUmgyD4nsKWRSybW4LPK39TajHCdX4pkzc2fwyyGpRBhJjthotpEBGgJZ/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzKghIY8_Y0WvPnId_D59MtSPrwIcVKui0nueHYs9Nm11sccpn8TJPyLiMzFkn9bo9Ps24H1dD0TaKPNH-_YFvUmgyD4nsKWRSybW4LPK39TajHCdX4pkzc2fwyyGpRBhJjthotpEBGgJZ/s200/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410669171444738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7r7fSHgXaCDX7a_bEY4ownMWpoPqhPap632uVFeDFv_alfdl9uPAAFK7mgfMO81t0WRIKqySqZCoDLKXe3iMPUAgGDvF8ANuK97s1fuDlZOa8EyqTx443mERGRTs1rWuUPv2FUemMObpk/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7r7fSHgXaCDX7a_bEY4ownMWpoPqhPap632uVFeDFv_alfdl9uPAAFK7mgfMO81t0WRIKqySqZCoDLKXe3iMPUAgGDvF8ANuK97s1fuDlZOa8EyqTx443mERGRTs1rWuUPv2FUemMObpk/s200/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385410675092554642" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-51883195920742287532009-09-05T19:23:00.001-07:002009-09-05T19:40:19.126-07:00Lessons in never say never...<div>Today has been another lesson in "never say never"...</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how I got suckered into allowing a fork-tongued, rodent-eating, slithering, writhing, serpent live in the house with us... But somehow I was outvoted 3-1... (gee, you think it is because all of the other human's living in this house are male???) And as of today, we have a new pet SNAKE!!! Yes, you read that correctly... Caleb has named him Rocky. Each boy (especially the biggest one, aka Daddy) has been overcome with excitement tonight and totally enthralled with the newest addition to our household!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQxcynvXTYKkYQ8yVngW-9ua1Mdx3fCrfqeYNQXYG5XUawIue-K1IQ2OWf-kQg4swLYSVs1_k2ulsxMFbc_dKAlLfEndxnlSYRQKAsODwYwxF3sf6bV066UTj3Z7HPBRA1jYSYG5CVjmT/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQxcynvXTYKkYQ8yVngW-9ua1Mdx3fCrfqeYNQXYG5XUawIue-K1IQ2OWf-kQg4swLYSVs1_k2ulsxMFbc_dKAlLfEndxnlSYRQKAsODwYwxF3sf6bV066UTj3Z7HPBRA1jYSYG5CVjmT/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378178075086799378" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYOuBjz0RqCbOBZ3rYb3ci8h1GdglN09LTwWnjQznDrLBDvt63zFVZoPz1FU7-agrbKGrWgzBolQcgbRfbSdCmtxg6govgbxdwj9x-2qeAKN_oyCPhBn7JdvY9Y5p9ItdxmXCgGd-14cJ/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><br /><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrAOr0KUeWZ-CH5U1P9nF61m2kZ97tKDkgTRuurueNPH5maY_2xEQerz7gOHczbbJHhtEUkHEu4a-fX8L3jHtsnfi_9D15MgtNxLAFpy7Wz0DutDTjS9LXOdKSZrVPEMNBHmCxJEcA8uAu/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378175472807733666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUuvJ6vy2O6TmRXI61kN6kRKdI-xBUerStUQJNT7WgPYCuONw0L_QsLbO7on7Vr1VxMXKELSiUB0po1r-ZnMm_bu_fDQuoHKlxRvqSn8SEQ9l2difMBY3_t7EqeMXPdBXmyodMJZ7J4qs/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJUuvJ6vy2O6TmRXI61kN6kRKdI-xBUerStUQJNT7WgPYCuONw0L_QsLbO7on7Vr1VxMXKELSiUB0po1r-ZnMm_bu_fDQuoHKlxRvqSn8SEQ9l2difMBY3_t7EqeMXPdBXmyodMJZ7J4qs/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378175467418272082" /></a>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-90307873290714284972009-08-21T15:00:00.000-07:002009-08-21T15:10:55.431-07:00First Day of 2nd Grade :)<div style="text-align: center;">Caleb started Ms. Lamb's 2nd grade class this week. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He is sooo excited and loving every minute of his new school year!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp_8BzAfoQcvmuwgYANUN7KrGL2llq-T62senOxYyijwRpe0K8wMdcPZ7yCZzwLdM2WKFbKcBY4dHa4GIqTxlF2kmlZNwxGvnAISrHRSPncFwzecC13EAwIm6_87gK_l6ViZw4UfMoH1-/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVp_8BzAfoQcvmuwgYANUN7KrGL2llq-T62senOxYyijwRpe0K8wMdcPZ7yCZzwLdM2WKFbKcBY4dHa4GIqTxlF2kmlZNwxGvnAISrHRSPncFwzecC13EAwIm6_87gK_l6ViZw4UfMoH1-/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541286024493986" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In 2nd grade at Geneva they study Ancient Egypt,</div><div style="text-align: center;">and even mummify a chicken!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3pUy4ioxeCy0qO0AfrRzd7WYLEL-gEhL37RUgQRETn7fIhkZkgCzVXzcJ8AnXT72i3_KISCje9Hr8HewhiRmnSH7uNbeWYBLNBySZeDPSYJWHu1XEK7ScM2r9aztWyAeB3JJhzMn3oz9/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3pUy4ioxeCy0qO0AfrRzd7WYLEL-gEhL37RUgQRETn7fIhkZkgCzVXzcJ8AnXT72i3_KISCje9Hr8HewhiRmnSH7uNbeWYBLNBySZeDPSYJWHu1XEK7ScM2r9aztWyAeB3JJhzMn3oz9/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB3pUy4ioxeCy0qO0AfrRzd7WYLEL-gEhL37RUgQRETn7fIhkZkgCzVXzcJ8AnXT72i3_KISCje9Hr8HewhiRmnSH7uNbeWYBLNBySZeDPSYJWHu1XEK7ScM2r9aztWyAeB3JJhzMn3oz9/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372541277658099202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE to hear Caleb's enthusiasm every day</div><div style="text-align: center;">when I ask him about his day!</div><div style="text-align: center;">So glad that this year he's starting off on the right foot!</div><br /></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-4475321453474638832009-07-02T12:40:00.000-07:002009-07-02T12:47:45.295-07:00They are precious in His sight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77DqYvTUEfd4fCzELJ90zkey28dFgd4cg8m_EWmNRU9kPSSphwPfTzZjbmQOqMlt7F5fs2ri63WpdvPONH1VWGD0xXn7VXwKV3D2JvFGLkxWz33_M2JMZ1AYPnvjto5fadpkJQWy4ssF3/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77DqYvTUEfd4fCzELJ90zkey28dFgd4cg8m_EWmNRU9kPSSphwPfTzZjbmQOqMlt7F5fs2ri63WpdvPONH1VWGD0xXn7VXwKV3D2JvFGLkxWz33_M2JMZ1AYPnvjto5fadpkJQWy4ssF3/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353951080560628850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtkHpeeaTAJ7Arz1YUHMN2eWDT1B8gg0yudjYAFHif2CWMPkt4rYC_D6McOpUhZuIjk2kmRDfkSp8iDscOJ4HPkfZlxkMUXX17aFC3J0mwI6_tdeGMjRUvlzoE3FajUb8J-ISSO4uHfZ5r/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Justus and I were pulling weeds at my friend's house and Jus said, "I Jesus". </span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I said, "no, you're not Jesus, but you can pray and ask Jesus if you can be like Him."</span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">We pulled a few more weeds and Jus looked up at me and said, "Jesus say yes." :)</span></h3></span>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-54416624203998498012009-05-31T13:13:00.000-07:002009-06-03T18:17:18.213-07:00Gone Fishin'My friends invited us to go to Cabela's (an outdoorsy store) and then go fishing off the dock. The store has so many amazing stuffed real animals: zebra, lions, tons of various deer, and even an elephant!!! They also have a large fish tank indoors and a stocked pond outdoors - which is where we went fishing afterwards. <div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWr8OiZ7ONPZ18FsV9yD2f_fBRHUVxoWxvcxb9B4tUi51d0wzQAGtY5gWU2b99moFUpdJOzNGkohc012qX2SDKvdoPuHE4Ai5ROH69BR9_bQsFgid5JaQuZbNWSiUPw2dF-A_yPuwokTS/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYdhZqIVhLOBFZfAX_0JKI4QKpMjCfQXsJIHws8GY_yCzHWXNXLQPHuEq8o269BAEfx2jxzAvL4jDBBaSTOnsJYP9dauyI_jCJkd_Aq-wnJqeNAjPxDYeGgE9eYfXVnbXrfJOpBglw3uz/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihYdhZqIVhLOBFZfAX_0JKI4QKpMjCfQXsJIHws8GY_yCzHWXNXLQPHuEq8o269BAEfx2jxzAvL4jDBBaSTOnsJYP9dauyI_jCJkd_Aq-wnJqeNAjPxDYeGgE9eYfXVnbXrfJOpBglw3uz/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343272077440565650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Justus caught his first fish!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWr8OiZ7ONPZ18FsV9yD2f_fBRHUVxoWxvcxb9B4tUi51d0wzQAGtY5gWU2b99moFUpdJOzNGkohc012qX2SDKvdoPuHE4Ai5ROH69BR9_bQsFgid5JaQuZbNWSiUPw2dF-A_yPuwokTS/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWr8OiZ7ONPZ18FsV9yD2f_fBRHUVxoWxvcxb9B4tUi51d0wzQAGtY5gWU2b99moFUpdJOzNGkohc012qX2SDKvdoPuHE4Ai5ROH69BR9_bQsFgid5JaQuZbNWSiUPw2dF-A_yPuwokTS/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343272082684449154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">He's pretty proud of his catch!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3t3DkrxqjdAaUskoPS63wJbVn-YS9Q-CfnEFhUpLYGaGdTMk3DuK1b3CFY1ZjZzSdqCfVZ8AVA1wXDn6jBnj_qo-YPoH12QGGkY6qWAVLdD55unMZf5f7jXl09BcHVdFGsshBf_V-x8tB/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3t3DkrxqjdAaUskoPS63wJbVn-YS9Q-CfnEFhUpLYGaGdTMk3DuK1b3CFY1ZjZzSdqCfVZ8AVA1wXDn6jBnj_qo-YPoH12QGGkY6qWAVLdD55unMZf5f7jXl09BcHVdFGsshBf_V-x8tB/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343272081209254002" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Mr. Joey helping Caleb catch his fish</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdcpzeUqHCILlswgobHyU2LiKZatUauNrUEJjQG_0PXlfLPHk1kyndCQKZNrFePi6_ZTZdE0DB7edvVYqkkKKbW2NnmiDkq0p_cDGmOSAvm7y2cbqguI4KCzfaDSQ27RoAcVAtyhIH0cb/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343272086631321682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fishin' Buddies showing off their catch</div></div></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-31504267811906196002009-05-05T20:49:00.000-07:002009-05-05T20:59:49.158-07:00Down on the Farm<div>Justus' class went on a field trip to a petting farm...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiCAqE1enliLllAEUc4uLPnQlSIX97areuL8X-g88klghvHe-ClqRFGu8inqkhkRj7GGulWqAgqacafhbBJQ7pG0cn3EtXOovt605grUn6L9ksGL3gCTvYUxvPfDUf6dl0Mgb7qRzjvOG/s1600-h/IMG_0721.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiiCAqE1enliLllAEUc4uLPnQlSIX97areuL8X-g88klghvHe-ClqRFGu8inqkhkRj7GGulWqAgqacafhbBJQ7pG0cn3EtXOovt605grUn6L9ksGL3gCTvYUxvPfDUf6dl0Mgb7qRzjvOG/s400/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332553827036099906" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We were petting this pregnant goat and I explained to Justus there was a baby goat inside... he gave me an inquisitive look then promptly walked around to the goat's mouth and tried to pry her mouth open for a better look at that baby goat inside... :D<br /></span><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tbody><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f5441354e446b314f513d3d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Down on the Farm" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f5441354e446b314f513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=commissionjunction&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-43624278319068989942009-05-05T17:11:00.000-07:002009-05-05T17:32:54.537-07:00Making a list and checking it twice<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynInMtv16e_UruwHm-MgYoYgs087abNEF5FSbnOljuWq7mW8z05-w7i3Hf53woPySvYpKmePQ-WZSlCBQT3n4QEy3G461pz99vatFzxLtKKFJXfwUFWpr6Ws1y30sq-swMDC2q1cNizzY/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgynInMtv16e_UruwHm-MgYoYgs087abNEF5FSbnOljuWq7mW8z05-w7i3Hf53woPySvYpKmePQ-WZSlCBQT3n4QEy3G461pz99vatFzxLtKKFJXfwUFWpr6Ws1y30sq-swMDC2q1cNizzY/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332499687944595906" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2uxf2LbfaeYJRa4XQls8KCbqCgWqVCNp2IOUsCUAVF8WfocB-MGxrvt4jbtHNIP1qtKjBj8LSnSrSnEculthb0ivak7DnJMU3DwBbCmoKe3kWwOfwZ5Wh3gkvqc8-wPnBUR77JCji1nHy/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Caleb brought me this list he's been making of activities he wants to do with his Grammy. I'll translate for ya:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">1. Sea World Beach (they put up a shamu blanket he has and set up beach chairs in his room and pretend they are at the beach.)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">2. Jump - "I don't know if Grammy can do this one or not, but she will either jump on the trampoline with me or watch me jump on the trampoline."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">3. Time - they sit on Caleb's bed and pretend they are time travelers.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">4. Race - race cars (i think)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">5. seek highdingo (Hide and Go Seek) </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I wonder if he'll revise the list once he realizes Grammy's not coming to his house this year, he's going to her house... I'll keep ya posted... :)</div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-5985705309137461902009-04-30T19:09:00.000-07:002009-04-30T19:30:40.580-07:00My little animal rescuer<div>While at "work" today Caleb and my friend came across this turtle in the fish pond. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrMqVzTYhHGyXkkgGAjQEEuDqSMI9X33ZdqmUEYWib-Zo1GtALw0xQlOUZ7AjGojnqlGpvg0_tZkkQdqdh0juBq8LpDpr2Bh2UBMvJL9iWpYUJh42vBWCSIeifPHOVx3TFWXgC0SqrlUS/s1600-h/mime-attachment.jpeg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibrMqVzTYhHGyXkkgGAjQEEuDqSMI9X33ZdqmUEYWib-Zo1GtALw0xQlOUZ7AjGojnqlGpvg0_tZkkQdqdh0juBq8LpDpr2Bh2UBMvJL9iWpYUJh42vBWCSIeifPHOVx3TFWXgC0SqrlUS/s400/mime-attachment.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672438959762146" /></a>They released him here at a nearby lake. (I'm thinking I wish someone would release me here, looks like a great lake to sit and read a good book!)<div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReeXXJMiPCMP0d9ogKPfknmuhoqm5kgJbDTWxGMmhqXZNE-_HZXZhhbiI6O9M1h0Wb3AG7_zez9KPjSU_cIAr5yDRs4LvVLjJSLj-mQ90za50UBR7Cai3nYabkkbl2uHRvhnb7RhbOD9i/s1600-h/mime-attachment-1.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhReeXXJMiPCMP0d9ogKPfknmuhoqm5kgJbDTWxGMmhqXZNE-_HZXZhhbiI6O9M1h0Wb3AG7_zez9KPjSU_cIAr5yDRs4LvVLjJSLj-mQ90za50UBR7Cai3nYabkkbl2uHRvhnb7RhbOD9i/s400/mime-attachment-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330672435800318066" /></a>I love how Caleb is with animals. I can see in these pictures how he felt the responsibility of saving this little guy (*or gal... he can tell the difference you know! seriously!) and the sense of purpose and pride he felt for this accomplishment.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so very grateful that my friend took these pictures for me!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>*While we were on a field trip with Caleb's class a few weeks ago, the lady asked the class, "Does anybody know how we can tell weather this is a girl turtle, or a boy turtle?" Caleb's hand shot up and I was instantly filled with fear... oh no, what in the world is he going to say... no, no lady, don't call on him.... panic, she called on him.... </div><div><br /></div><div>Caleb replied, "If the turtle has a flat tummy or a dented tummy." Whew! relief! </div><div><br /></div><div>Lady, "That's right! A girl turtle has a flat tummy and a boy turtle looks like he's been punched in the gut."</div><div><br /></div><div>He told me later he learned that at Lion Country Safari! So he was listening!!! :) (Apparently much better than I was because I totally didn't remember that!)</div></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-40027632498217358692009-04-26T17:23:00.001-07:002009-05-05T18:41:53.970-07:00I'm gonna get you... - warning: very blurry pictures ahead...<div>One of the boys' favorite game they've made up is called "Lick Noses" where they tackle me and try to lick my nose... Here are a few of the action shots I took during our most recent attack... er game.... ;D I wish I had a video or even just audio to upload because it is the best laughter and giggling ever!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmP4SN3dIc845LUx-YY7l0sT0gZ430OysqbHtIjpbk-5MpDn-M82ep2gUEcRuwbSDGO6zj6UjSTWkPuvQYncZsQJoerGaLH1tTqd5vjmAPQ70TybaKYxVFmp1Tnhxm1q1T25HN-DsZDk9/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmP4SN3dIc845LUx-YY7l0sT0gZ430OysqbHtIjpbk-5MpDn-M82ep2gUEcRuwbSDGO6zj6UjSTWkPuvQYncZsQJoerGaLH1tTqd5vjmAPQ70TybaKYxVFmp1Tnhxm1q1T25HN-DsZDk9/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160719080684978" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamCgQbqp-tmZ6zYROdTmnVnIOvKtkA6vAbZb-jGUhtRx9n6hqsoDBVX-vtnwRNVW46YH7kE-_u6-BUmarzZQnDuZFcF-ALd9VdbQT-oY041gZjXlCwOqtLOgUqn_PhCl58FYTyiisiLkZ/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamCgQbqp-tmZ6zYROdTmnVnIOvKtkA6vAbZb-jGUhtRx9n6hqsoDBVX-vtnwRNVW46YH7kE-_u6-BUmarzZQnDuZFcF-ALd9VdbQT-oY041gZjXlCwOqtLOgUqn_PhCl58FYTyiisiLkZ/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160720570570114" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwN50-2Ne2La1J_zIP43ip1vnUMctuamRKgd_vylRN-azcMLIgREoNHJtSVf4EKRm1Ozj_AgTBpQj739SBLMYGpOaY0EpY4IjhTBFPgEwKvGoJFRl2YJr7jqAN6yZUUtwaWLltG9NFWsm8/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwN50-2Ne2La1J_zIP43ip1vnUMctuamRKgd_vylRN-azcMLIgREoNHJtSVf4EKRm1Ozj_AgTBpQj739SBLMYGpOaY0EpY4IjhTBFPgEwKvGoJFRl2YJr7jqAN6yZUUtwaWLltG9NFWsm8/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160720045981650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenvFT6XIrT9yYLW1C2VWMTnu1pm05jnXjDlNo13hgwOpEogjZkc4f60KwXmiaZXt24GRH0cOqUYsOW4y6uyi9V58j0YjBZfIBxj44Y-vCauw8ldmqECaSAHfowGU33SEkKebBuRSSj1ao/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgenvFT6XIrT9yYLW1C2VWMTnu1pm05jnXjDlNo13hgwOpEogjZkc4f60KwXmiaZXt24GRH0cOqUYsOW4y6uyi9V58j0YjBZfIBxj44Y-vCauw8ldmqECaSAHfowGU33SEkKebBuRSSj1ao/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160715639104066" /></a>This last shot is just Caleb making a silly face, but it was during an attack... um game, so I'm posting it here.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYS6bh0lsxBsW1qN9YwP14Hq90KLLICKtwUOVL9vJl1rQ5HXNHM469rpu0Tlgc4uNgixxQQKrv5-dRkE9qt5ZgnQr46xXTFLavFOljKx6DPnSgYvvoSeKYW3q6d7R_CMcsg-risBiFV7vL/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYS6bh0lsxBsW1qN9YwP14Hq90KLLICKtwUOVL9vJl1rQ5HXNHM469rpu0Tlgc4uNgixxQQKrv5-dRkE9qt5ZgnQr46xXTFLavFOljKx6DPnSgYvvoSeKYW3q6d7R_CMcsg-risBiFV7vL/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329160716687972034" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-16962676046173250162009-04-19T18:40:00.000-07:002009-04-22T19:31:16.528-07:00Earth DayToday is Earth Day... a great day to clarify my blog name - "Living Grenier (Greener)". I've had some people congratulate me for trying to live a greener lifestyle "in order to save the planet and make sure our grandchildren will even have a planet at all." But I'm trying to live a greener lifestyle in order to attempt to live a healthier life, and to be a good steward of the planet that God has given us. In Genesis, God entrusted Adam and Eve (and now us) as caretakers of His creation. I don't fear the future, I don't fear for my children or grandchildren or even great grandchildren. God is in complete control over everything, and that includes the planet. I'm not trying to be fanatical, or buying into the mainstream media's "Global Warming" theory, or buying into fear strategies... The earth is NOT my mother!!! I am just trying to look at my decisions and think, "What would my great grandparents have eaten, or bought, or done, or cooked..." I'm not trying to be progressive, I'm trying to go back to the basics. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-52358391295399607172009-04-19T15:59:00.000-07:002009-04-20T14:37:43.844-07:00My natural salesman<div>I poked my head out of the door to check on my little munchkins and found this sight...</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ol-QBScHdQ3S4Tu1WnOgy2zqJ2XWv2y-8xXyqHLrcZZEEzH2gmeLc0YhO4f-_h2wf8FBc4EShRhLNQ3J5yrdsk_bRbsYGKlvsYdlwbBDbmGu3NpBSjnidzlm1PCpHtOq5qNfCZJI47mo/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ol-QBScHdQ3S4Tu1WnOgy2zqJ2XWv2y-8xXyqHLrcZZEEzH2gmeLc0YhO4f-_h2wf8FBc4EShRhLNQ3J5yrdsk_bRbsYGKlvsYdlwbBDbmGu3NpBSjnidzlm1PCpHtOq5qNfCZJI47mo/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326541154560799074" /></a>And can you guess who was the ringleader of this ragamuffin band? Yes, that would be Caleb... He LOVES to sell things! And it's not just the smell of green (and silver and copper) that drives his passion, it's his passion for talking and people and the drama involved in selling things... okay, so Caleb interjects drama into EVERY event in his life... no really, EVERY event, no matter how minute... We often refer to him as our little Drama King! <div><br /></div><div>This picture also depicts why Caleb and Justus get along so very well... Jus doesn't care what Caleb's doing, he just wants to do whatever his big bubba's doing. And Caleb thrives off of being the leader, and getting everyone, yes EVERYONE within earshot, involved in his plans. He dragged two neighborhood kids into this yard sell, encouraging them to help him set up the table and chairs and gather all of the nasty-dirty-half broken-toys from the backyard... vowing to pay them a portion of his proceeds. Would you believe he suckered several passerbys out of over $5!? Well, I guess you would if you knew Caleb... :)</div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-80856059341337006862009-04-19T15:17:00.000-07:002009-04-21T17:14:15.367-07:00DGL spells relief!<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Times;"><dl><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Caleb and I both have sensitive tummies, along with prescribing yogurt our alternative doctor also suggested we use DGL chewable tablets. I had 4 previous doctors of different specialties (family doc, pediatrician, pediatric gastroentronologist, and an allergist) prescribe Caleb (age 5 at the time) heavy duty adult heartburn drugs. When I asked them how long Caleb would have to take these drugs, they all said he would probably have to take them for the rest of his life!!! I was not at peace with this coarse of action. So I sought out the opinion of one of the dad's from Caleb's school who also happens to be an MD with a more alternative approach. He also suggested that I read the book "Why Stomach Acid Is Good For You", which I did and highly recommend for anyone who deals with sensitive tummy issues... </span></span></dt><dt><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://2491DD53-26B2-4FB4-9881-C3A73B748506/51Xrp4a7PQL._SS500_.jpg" alt="51Xrp4a7PQL._SS500_.jpg" /></p></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 64, 128); font-weight: bold;font-family:'Arial Narrow';font-size:24px;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">I love that the DGL is an all natural product and I can give Caleb and entire bottle if I needed to without the risk of overdosing or side effects. I always leave them out for the babysitters, and don't have to fear weather or not the babysitter knows how to correctly portion the meds... And they are extremely effective! My heartburn is usually gone within 15 MINUTES!!! Needless to say, I'm a huge fan now! :) </span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;">Here is some info I found on the internet about DGL:</span><br /></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></dt><dt><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></dt><dt><b><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#004080;">Stomach Discomfort</span></b></dt></span><dt><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;">Almost everyone is familiar with the discomfort of an upset </span></span><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;"><a name="stomach" target="main">stomach</a>. Most of us have indulged in our favorite foods, only to pay for it later during a sleepless night. Over-the-counter antacid tablets help, but recent research has revealed some concerns for those who consume them on a regular basis. Most prescription medications used to treat stomach discomfort do so by inhibiting or blocking acid secretion. Though temporarily effective, these medications often come with unpleasant side effects. Chewable DGL tablets offer a safe, effective way to relieve stomach discomfort naturally.</span></span></dt><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:180%;"></span></dl><span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica;font-size:180%;"></span><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td width="50%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#004080;"><b>Features & Benefits of DGL Licorice</b></span></p></span><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/_themes/blends/blebul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet" /></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;">L<span style="color:#004080;">icorice flavonoids help inhibit acid secretion*</span></span></span></td></tr><tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/_themes/blends/blebul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet" /></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;color:#004080;">Increases blood flow to gastric mucosal cells*</span></span></td></tr><tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/_themes/blends/blebul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet" /></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;color:#004080;">Promotes secretion of the protective mucosal layer*</span></span></td></tr><tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/_themes/blends/blebul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet" /></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;color:#004080;">Promotes the growth of new mucosal cells*</span></span></td></tr><tr><td valign="baseline" width="42"><img src="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/_themes/blends/blebul1a.gif" width="15" height="15" hspace="13" alt="bullet" /></td><td valign="top" width="100%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;color:#004080;">Licorice extract is de-glycyrrhizinated to avoid side effects</span></span></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"></span></td><td width="20%"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><a href="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/Products/Health/digestion.htm" target="_self"><img src="http://www.bodyandfitness.com/Products/Product%20Images/ProductimageHerbal/dgl.jpg" alt="wpe8.jpg (2487 bytes)" width="70" height="131" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " /></a></span></p></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms,arial,helvetica;"><dl><dt><b><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:180%;color:#004080;">How Does Licorice Work?</span></b></dt><dt><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;">Licorice, or <i>Glycyrrhiza glabra</i>, has been used for over 3,000 years, making it one of the most widely used medicinal herbs in history.* Licorice naturally contains 10 triterpenes and 22 different flavonoids, which are believed to be responsible for its benefits.*1</span></dt><dd> </dd><dt><span style="font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:100%;">Licorice has been used as a highly effective alternative to antacids and acid-blocking drugs. By comparison, licorice works not by inhibiting acid production, but rather through supporting and stimulating the stomach’s natural protective mechanisms.*2 Stomach discomfort is usually attributed to an imbalance between acid secretion and the stomach’s ability to protect itself against the irritation caused by acid. The presence of harmful bacteria can also be a factor. The stomach’s primary defense against corrosive gastric acid is a fine layer of mucin, secreted by millions of mucosal cells that line the stomach wall. Licorice has been shown to stimulate both the secretion of mucin and the formation of new mucosal cells, probably through its ability to increase blood flow to mucosal tissue.*2 In addition to supporting a normal chemical balance, licorice has also been shown to help inhibit the growth of potentially harmful intestinal bacteria, such as <i>Helicobacter pylori.*</i>3</span></dt></dl></span></span>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-15873892403546534212009-04-19T13:33:00.000-07:002009-04-19T14:19:17.367-07:00We are family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_qk2nZZVwHCv06EjGXoPzxiln2dPVY035-XaTJBfm-S0lWtqmkeFoskBly3yT2I71ApPz4bdrXq4AUFMcWIKzD2q_aSMDhlp1yoPNE-syV9lnOJwBy5MLCPm4VD53NokTRWnIJs340Kx/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_qk2nZZVwHCv06EjGXoPzxiln2dPVY035-XaTJBfm-S0lWtqmkeFoskBly3yT2I71ApPz4bdrXq4AUFMcWIKzD2q_aSMDhlp1yoPNE-syV9lnOJwBy5MLCPm4VD53NokTRWnIJs340Kx/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326505356102460450" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJYQ3EdbzN8KBnGG9b7ABjZ-XQl6netYFWmT_O5Mcn-F0LLFIeoF5jfagJF-mEi6wcOQVo33yiy0m_mJUoz7y-WuTUCST0NE44buXqpDmZKiKi9BAfuZ8TvHIfdycEXJSpPLjuTIpDRhCt/s1600-h/IMG_0066.JPG"></a>While eating dinner the other night Caleb said out of the blue, *sigh* "I have the best sisters in the whole world!" We looked at him questioningly and he replied, "Jessie and Sarah!" *duh*<div><br /></div><div>Then the other day while driving in the van Jessie was able to finish my sentence and stated, "I'm so close to your family!" To which Caleb replied, "Close to our family?!?! You are our family!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Now while these precious girls are not naturally our family members, they are our dear friends and practically our family in many ways. We are so blessed by them, which is why they consistently make my Thankful Thursday list. </div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-54442933632883779362009-04-17T22:19:00.000-07:002009-04-17T22:28:14.599-07:00What's a gup?<div>...I still don't know, but I do know that Caleb is super excited to be a something-something gup green belt now in Tae Kwan Do...<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZe1FsfecshW4g5T0aC25hlX6TqHMIcDEJuXNT3Wocqf1cHpgVzoqeMvF4s47HHzN8KF5B99cqVqgrX7qzCSl5_WfBo2ITAzxJj1vuoHcY-fCdNyScavofGsiKLRiM9BVNV54avSx8zxb/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHZe1FsfecshW4g5T0aC25hlX6TqHMIcDEJuXNT3Wocqf1cHpgVzoqeMvF4s47HHzN8KF5B99cqVqgrX7qzCSl5_WfBo2ITAzxJj1vuoHcY-fCdNyScavofGsiKLRiM9BVNV54avSx8zxb/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325897605905666898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just making sure mom is watching...</div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-L8lZdHEATX-vAyUfplV8STqswqbb3YAky4iDP2cnKt7RC1asT7wypjIhIruzCwWk-vibxfPlCppMSIG3vgAEqis5Rc6PcZea3gEELpDuV9qMaoKNA5tTgs_sh6dPLNCbbjvtOWpNlHP/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-L8lZdHEATX-vAyUfplV8STqswqbb3YAky4iDP2cnKt7RC1asT7wypjIhIruzCwWk-vibxfPlCppMSIG3vgAEqis5Rc6PcZea3gEELpDuV9qMaoKNA5tTgs_sh6dPLNCbbjvtOWpNlHP/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325897606735975794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jumping up and down, so excited to get his green belt</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3nV2qRAuxwS7ZlIa7aeQrNcDJTu5DknMEcnRBwB6k0QY7Qc38DrjrmvEdqmX-P_Y_q39AvB835UsLzlpc5YKdfiRU_YJIDeWMd92n_vYWNGc7XH8WvFknK9eQ-rVWsn2aGTP61Df0fqs/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3nV2qRAuxwS7ZlIa7aeQrNcDJTu5DknMEcnRBwB6k0QY7Qc38DrjrmvEdqmX-P_Y_q39AvB835UsLzlpc5YKdfiRU_YJIDeWMd92n_vYWNGc7XH8WvFknK9eQ-rVWsn2aGTP61Df0fqs/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325897608976558146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He's such a ham, there in the middle</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4T7Zotxk6Yb9mOEjUiHjr62u6eesCM50RxKhdhApSQ6bkSkfWTzAvKXT_ypmSN5f6CXBlITTKK-QRiYp6kc8KuzFrLmPGi42KDP0vyobF52yj9XXN6TE3STRCHGnE4KgASql8zy2KSBs2/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4T7Zotxk6Yb9mOEjUiHjr62u6eesCM50RxKhdhApSQ6bkSkfWTzAvKXT_ypmSN5f6CXBlITTKK-QRiYp6kc8KuzFrLmPGi42KDP0vyobF52yj9XXN6TE3STRCHGnE4KgASql8zy2KSBs2/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325897611626417698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Came home after testing for over 3 hours straight, and wanted to teach Jessie and Sarah TKD</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-26402806730613648912009-04-16T02:48:00.001-07:002009-04-17T22:40:31.594-07:00Yummy Gummy Gators<div>For Easter this year I went to Chamberlain's (health food store) in search of some more natural goodies to include in our celebration. Justus was with me and picked these Strawberry Alligators out... (I wonder if I can figure out how to cut out veggies in the shape of alligators if he would eat them then...???)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix_29tSmYr8bKcOMHq_7OQuVS7VKnIlhPwCdq7wbjMhzfqko_ndOJjxWCWyDulOEvIdn2sbj2yVd7BbsHAv70Yn53_FVijwu_-YxkyfnOedn6bG1qpCkc8Zm1Gfx-TCTSjxcE38VIWJ_9/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix_29tSmYr8bKcOMHq_7OQuVS7VKnIlhPwCdq7wbjMhzfqko_ndOJjxWCWyDulOEvIdn2sbj2yVd7BbsHAv70Yn53_FVijwu_-YxkyfnOedn6bG1qpCkc8Zm1Gfx-TCTSjxcE38VIWJ_9/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325224273361179250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2qdQcz0NQxwCEr8hO8j-giRwRHKKW7iT-fB_BHSwsnmDllCLmFForiLX4F3CgmCPPj_rjUgsdELGCkbzI1GAKhqK6ocmx-BJxpZqJyabMzseszdt0KrlmYCcoSVj9grZmMfgtNwf7nW6/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij2qdQcz0NQxwCEr8hO8j-giRwRHKKW7iT-fB_BHSwsnmDllCLmFForiLX4F3CgmCPPj_rjUgsdELGCkbzI1GAKhqK6ocmx-BJxpZqJyabMzseszdt0KrlmYCcoSVj9grZmMfgtNwf7nW6/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325224270442902338" /></a>Aren't they cute! :) They are gluten free, dairy free, have no artificial flavors, no artificial colors, no artificial citric acid... Ingredients: apple extracts thickened, apple pectine, strawberry juice thickened, lemon juice thickened, slightly sprayed with vegetable oil, natural flavor. (thickened = water reduced)<div><br /></div><div>They weren't a big hit with Caleb, "Mom, did you make these like the fruit roll ups you tried to make?" (which he wasn't a fan of either...)</div><div><br /></div><div>But Justus and I devoured these little gator snacks!</div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-46504712980265494472009-04-16T01:00:00.000-07:002009-04-16T19:53:04.654-07:00Thankful Thursday<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">1. That Jesus didn't remain in the grave, but is ALIVE! (or AWIVE, in Justusese)<br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div>2. My toothbrush... hey, sometimes its the littlest things that make me smile :)</div><div><br /></div><div>3. My WONDERFUL husband who constantly spoils me!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. That Sarah and Jessie are home! Missed you girls! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>5. That I don't have to go to the laundromat</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Dave Ramsey!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>7. Old chicken bones... they make the most delicious stock! I love taking something useless and discarded and making it into something useful!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqhdJ7VgFAt9OccC-wLUN-AgsJzwLyfh7JGSHiE42HCM0Zf-Fl1lbCDPf0Ht_31BnjJfTEVIpdyjHmMYwv_M-71RvvVSKuhzuiO4B4H1OTJoB4CUL2bxdrwFosAox9-Ia_E8jiP57jLm8/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMqhdJ7VgFAt9OccC-wLUN-AgsJzwLyfh7JGSHiE42HCM0Zf-Fl1lbCDPf0Ht_31BnjJfTEVIpdyjHmMYwv_M-71RvvVSKuhzuiO4B4H1OTJoB4CUL2bxdrwFosAox9-Ia_E8jiP57jLm8/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325487570469879298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Cute things Justus has said:</div><div><br /></div><div>After doing the Resurrection Egg activity from the Christian bookstore, Justus found an empty egg on the ground, opened it and stated excitedly, "Jesus not there, He AWIVE! (alive)" So precious!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>"I go Miss Biba's (Barbara's) class" that's his preschool teacher. After several days of spring break he kept begging to go back... </div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-20725982974188564932009-04-05T15:19:00.000-07:002009-04-09T20:08:21.226-07:00Thankful Thursday1. Our youth group - small in #, but big in heart :)<div><br /></div><div>2. Friends who never hesitate to step up to the plate to help out! Thanks guys!</div><div><br /></div><div>3. A hubby that changes diapers!!! Honey, You ROCK!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. Dove Dark Chocolates - on sale 2 for 1 at Publix! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>5. That I was able to go to Justus' Easter party at his preschool</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Mobile uploading pictures to facebook - so easy even I can do it!</div><div><br /></div><div>7. That God established tons of pictures pointing to Christ in the Jewish culture! Amazing!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>8. THAT JESUS SACRIFICED HIS OWN LIFE TO SAVE US!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Funny things Caleb said this week:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Mom, I love the spiderman 'toosetaste' (toothpaste ;)"</div><div><br /></div><div>Funny things Justus said this week:<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>"Swimmin soup" instead of swimming suit :)</div><div><br /></div><div>"hit pause, hit pause!" even in real life when he wants us to wait</div><div><br /></div><div>found a little fuzzy baby chick in one of his eggs from his class' Easter egg hunt and asked, "where mama chick?"</div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-62029021049836315302009-04-04T16:48:00.000-07:002009-04-04T17:25:00.888-07:00Flash Frozen Friendship Anyone?While hanging out with some new friends the other night, our hostess was sharing about some of the people who were formerly involved in her life but who are no longer. She said, "I'm a firm believer that God brings people into our lives for a time to help us grow, then removes them when He is done..." I sat there as all of my insides screamed and cried in sorrow... "NO!!!" I'm a heart-on-my-sleeve type, so I'm sure she could see my awkward expression as I was trying to look supportive and look like I was listening attentively, while in the midsts of an internal turmoil outbreak... Now, I intellectually know that what she was saying is very true, but emotionally I hate losing anybody... EVER! I want to collect and hoard all of my friends, past and present, and flash freeze them at the height of our friendships... like flash frozen fruit - picked and frozen at the height of freshness... I thought of all of the friendships I've lost... some through very difficult circumstances, some through simply growing apart, some through moving and distance, some seem to just fade away... and some friendships have just changed... once inseparable, now just a comment or email here or there... <div>I've contemplated, (many an hour in the last several months unfortunately) whether it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all... at times I am grateful for the lessons I've learned, and I know I should be thankful in all situations, but other times it is just hard... </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't have an ending for this post except to say to all my former, present, and future friends, I love you all and pray that God's will be done, even if I don't understand it or like it... </div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-61796900861315347732009-04-02T19:28:00.000-07:002009-04-02T19:33:18.209-07:00Thankful Thursday1. Sunscreen... I should use it...<div><br /></div><div>2. Caleb is the BEST big brother in the entire world! Hands Down!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>3. Dinner and games with friends!</div><div><br /></div><div>4. My Hubby! I could never make it as a single mom!!!!!!! My prayers go out to any of you that are having to raise your kiddos alone!</div><div><br /></div><div>5. That my Hubby rocks at Tetris (among other things) which consequently makes him amazing at packing too! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>6. Pools!!! I could swim allllllll day every day!</div><div><br /></div><div>7. Random cute things Justus says such as:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Tada! Pole Wollies are here!" (rolly pollies are here)</div><div><br /></div><div>"buggle bee" instead of bumble bee</div><div><br /></div><div>"I wooking at cacoons!" i'm looking at racoons.</div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-13807600280579081472009-03-28T14:04:00.001-07:002009-03-28T14:06:18.624-07:00Lots to look forward to...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQvBQuID282TfiM7Xwk3p2Q1WPPn0CD_VUCaiuSVeJRGLCgynTthrnExpWGTF0coZOGpUwjleIXV6UQ9NFuUlkWM0DrofoNtJbVs6uN9PLduSN3iMn-PxTWSv3rnxxqfAXlfEzWfBp3e_/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyQvBQuID282TfiM7Xwk3p2Q1WPPn0CD_VUCaiuSVeJRGLCgynTthrnExpWGTF0coZOGpUwjleIXV6UQ9NFuUlkWM0DrofoNtJbVs6uN9PLduSN3iMn-PxTWSv3rnxxqfAXlfEzWfBp3e_/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318347639153744642" /></a>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-54428123649120860532009-03-28T12:28:00.000-07:002009-04-16T02:39:18.798-07:00Mad GabTrying to decipher Justus' 2yr old babbling is like playing mad gab 24/7<div><br /></div><div>first round - "eye keem shrk"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Ice Cream Shark?"</div><div><br /></div><div>second round - urgent plea, slightly louder, slightly higher pitched "Eye Keem SHRK!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Oh, Ice Cream Shark, ummmm a Shark that likes to eat ice cream?"</div><div><br /></div><div>third round - frustrated, much louder, much higher pitched, "Eye Keem SHRK!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Oh Wow! Really! That is so cool!"</div><div><br /></div><div>fourth round - rage, not satisfied with my attempt to play it off... "EYE KEEM SHRK!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: "Look at the Huge Red Monster Truck!"</div><div><br /></div><div>fifth round - absolute meltdown, furious that I attempted a diversion..., ridiculously loud, pitch so high all of the dogs in a 1 mile radius are in pain... "EYE KEEM SHRK!!!!!!!!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: wits end, panic, what else can i guess... oh, what's that about to pass me on the right... an Ice Cream TRUCK!!! Yay! Okay, "Oh I see it buddy, an Ice Cream TRUCK!!!" okay, success! Whew! Huge sigh of relief... attempting to regain normal heart rate and breathing rate...</div><div><br /></div><div>Justus: giggles, "Yeah, eye keem shrk" big smile</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1199720030592710260.post-75748225549614541012009-03-27T20:40:00.000-07:002009-03-27T21:00:07.011-07:00Loving Legos<div>...not me personally, but loving the hours of quiet legos afford me!!! :) Caleb can sit almost motionless for hours alone in his room (if you knew Caleb, you'd understand how astonishing this mini-miracle is... He HATES to be alone, he HATES to be quiet, and he HATES to be still!!!) I love to see him finally emerge from his room holding one of his masterpieces that fit intricately into some new realm he has been creating. What a great exercise in focusing, and imagining and story telling, and I'm sure there are some mathematical brain muscles being stretched and flexed as well. Here are some pictures of his creations.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Caleb: Mom, I want you to put this on the family portrait.</div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Do you mean the blog?</div><div><br /></div><div>Caleb: Yeah. I call it the family portrait because it's like a time capsule.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgnp8yG8_jvMzx2E2bYN0_Rt0Ua3cGIEMrx3rDFtBWElL34Qf4_g2Gze1wVk-DmaLy__OxFl5K4nvF4zmrGzybBpiXpDGIf_v-zytb33pLB1n5rYHBftZT7DUOhFNXWRokyvpk5pGK2Gc/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgnp8yG8_jvMzx2E2bYN0_Rt0Ua3cGIEMrx3rDFtBWElL34Qf4_g2Gze1wVk-DmaLy__OxFl5K4nvF4zmrGzybBpiXpDGIf_v-zytb33pLB1n5rYHBftZT7DUOhFNXWRokyvpk5pGK2Gc/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082373803584306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLE9fS891XXuz_MCju11_-hf2ttIBiG8RFIFXJ73hNun-todRCUjzz4LdjJJXceUYvFccIlJjZPzIaerD9pafluZUdUUmbhzCoSlcLuWdeW32Y2ZJ5QXrhNJoMkTt0WuKMOzds68hyAgp/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLE9fS891XXuz_MCju11_-hf2ttIBiG8RFIFXJ73hNun-todRCUjzz4LdjJJXceUYvFccIlJjZPzIaerD9pafluZUdUUmbhzCoSlcLuWdeW32Y2ZJ5QXrhNJoMkTt0WuKMOzds68hyAgp/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082372734032674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpkDOairngN876a8Dmj_7wAjbD3cBUqEaKQuDJaC3RzCcxWJaHgC6E6_kRSaj-i1bbawMnrevQ5GQOccK6JatF76dLtzU__xCinZ16Q5fpvuPy8gMk6YmFS-c4LP5A_lEjRXiWH32m40T/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpkDOairngN876a8Dmj_7wAjbD3cBUqEaKQuDJaC3RzCcxWJaHgC6E6_kRSaj-i1bbawMnrevQ5GQOccK6JatF76dLtzU__xCinZ16Q5fpvuPy8gMk6YmFS-c4LP5A_lEjRXiWH32m40T/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082372557452418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u2WfBl6KGu817guldpluDwvcCVd18J4r-41PrQ7VRm22oaVfgOnQBtxP59B47MalyKRk0hyK7cueRdydISC5f8wuG-W0gKmPHYtWj-O8ghWQhw-pXKxhoZpn-7MoPKd0AfxLhsupimbt/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2u2WfBl6KGu817guldpluDwvcCVd18J4r-41PrQ7VRm22oaVfgOnQBtxP59B47MalyKRk0hyK7cueRdydISC5f8wuG-W0gKmPHYtWj-O8ghWQhw-pXKxhoZpn-7MoPKd0AfxLhsupimbt/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082369119889090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NvqiEp2hBCLhZjwtVV96ARcnaU0aALM3ixVoqGfecY8Cf1duugky57PTmqU6c8oPBG-v7qY_zz8DIUO4Ia3EHOb44KxwNu-l-8QGsCRymO-B_P0zUwlkUf_rAaUI5O2pRQbk3sh75UMZ/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NvqiEp2hBCLhZjwtVV96ARcnaU0aALM3ixVoqGfecY8Cf1duugky57PTmqU6c8oPBG-v7qY_zz8DIUO4Ia3EHOb44KxwNu-l-8QGsCRymO-B_P0zUwlkUf_rAaUI5O2pRQbk3sh75UMZ/s320/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318082365489901778" /></a>Did you notice the "Grabber Nabbers" on the front of the police ship?<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div> </div>hgrenierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09266404244980460288noreply@blogger.com1