Sunday, August 31, 2008

Humbled by $2

I am the treasurer of our church. It is not a position that I asked for, or particularly even wanted, but I was "elected" almost 18 months ago.

I think the part of the job that I like the least is that I know who gives what, and how much. Especially when they write a check. It is none of my business, but I have to keep up with it for tax purposes, etc.

Tonight though, I was truly humbled by something that my position allowed me to see.

There is a little lady in our community who comes to our church sometimes (fairly regularly), but also apparently has a "home church" that is more difficult to get to, as she depends on others for transportation. She has recently had some serious health problems that resulted in a fairly intensive medical situation (re = costly).

She came to me and handed me some folded up bills and said, "I wanted to give this but I couldn't be here this morning." (We only collect offering at the morning service).

I got home and went to put it with the "money bag" so I could make a deposit this week.


Two, one dollar bills.

How many of us would say, "Ah, I'll just put it in the offering next week. It's not that much." and then, how many of us would forget to put it in?

How many of us would even bother with $2?

For how many of us is $2 even significant?

Saturday, August 30, 2008


This picture made me smile.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Read Carefully

Caramel Truffles recipe

26 caramels
1 cup milk chocolate chips
1/4 cup heavy whipping cream
1 1/3 cups semisweet chocolate chips
1 tablespoon shortening

Line an 8-inch square dish with plastic wrap and set aside.

In a microwave-safe bowl, combine the caramels, milk chocolate chips and cream. Microwave, uncovered, on HIGH for 1 minute; stir. Microwave 1 minute longer, stirring every 15 seconds or until caramels are melted and mixture is smooth. Spread into prepared dish; refrigerate for 1 hour or until firm.

Using plastic crap, lift candy out of pan. Cut into 30 pieces; roll each piece into a 1-inch ball. Cover and refrigerate for 1 hour or until firm.

In a microwave-safe bowl, melt semisweet chocolate chips and shortening; stir until smooth. Dip caramels in chocolate and place on wax paper-lined baking sheets. Refrigerate until firm.

Makes 2 1/2 dozen.

This was copied directly from a web page.

Methinks someone didn't proofread carefully enough. . . .

Sometimes mistakes are obvious, and benign. Sometimes, though, mistakes can change the very nature of what you want to communicate.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008


Jeremiah 36

4 Then Jeremiah called Baruch the son of Neriah; and Baruch wrote on a scroll of a book, at the instruction of Jeremiah, all the words of the LORD which He had spoken to him

That verse alone may not mean much.

However, when you have been reading Jeremiah, and about book 34 or 35 you ask yourself, "Jeremiah is in prison, how did he write this down? Did he just remember it all and when he got out he told everyone?"

I was almost about ready to shoot the Rambling Prophet an email ask him.

Then, in 36;4, I read this.

How cool was that?

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Eagle View Ed. Center -- Now OPEN and Ready for Business

Our school year started yesterday. (I would have posted this yesterday, but satellite + heavy cloud cover = sporadic Internet. If you are reading this, it means that I was able to stay online long enough to post!)

Before we could start "learning," though, I had some work to do.

Here is the corner of the basement that we use for our classroom. It, umm, has been a "storage" area all summer, and obviously needs some work.

So, I worked. and worked. and worked. All the mice are going to return from summer vacation and find their houses gone. (We live in the middle of a field; mice are inevitable.)

And, then, we were ready to go.

The first day of school. Yes, that is an Apple IIe!

Travis does not like the name of our school -- so we made Ninja Turtles and the Princesses our mascots.

EVEC -- home of the Ninja Turtles (and the Princesses).

Saturday, August 23, 2008

My First Soccer Game

Today, I shot my first soccer game, ever. Of course, it wasn't the first soccer game I had ever been to. I think I've been to one, maybe two others. :)

Before I show you shots of that, though, let me give you this --

mm, mmmmm, mmmmmmmmmm. Looking at that while eating chocolate ice cream. It is almost more than I can handle. almost.

Okay, I'll tear myself away from the screen and give you some highlights --

First, the little brother who is just so enthusiastic about the whole day

He looks a little like his dad, anyway, but put matching sunglasses on him, and it gets scary.

Just to compare

And now, the game --

The Concentration

She Runs.

She Kicks.

She Scores!!! (She really did score. 1 of 3 helping to soundly defeat the other team 3 - 0; not that I was keeping score, or anything.

Look at the sheer pain and/or terror she invokes on the field.

And finally. This is not our star, but I thought it was a cool shot. :P

Name the Book and Author, My Style

My husband, nards656, has been having a "Name the Preacher/Writer" thing over at His Blog.

Now, I got one of them right, but only because I guessed correctly.

The problem is, he seems to read stuff a bit different than I do.

So, in honor of him, and as a direct copy, I chose one of the pieces of literature that I am more familiar with, and will ask you --

Who is the author, and from what book, does this line come?

Jammy to the left. Jammy to the right.
Jammy, jammy, jammy, jammy, PJ!

Friday, August 22, 2008

Isn't it Ironic?

No, this isn't a plug for Alanis Morrisette's video.

Bernard sent me a link to this earlier and told me to pay attention to the image at 1:06.

That exact image can be found HERE

Joey Lawrence is quickly becoming a world renowned photographer, and he is a whooping 19 years old.

He is also Canadian.

As is the homeless guy in the picture.

So, the movie producers couldn't find any homeless Americans to make their point?

To me, this makes the film lose a bit of credibility. It is an awesome shot that portrays a lot. But, in the context of the trailer, you are left with the assumption that it is a homeless guy in America, and that just isn't the case.

Honestly, it leads me wonder what else in the film may be staged or "out of context," to help make their point.

I commented on Steve or Bill's (Cycleguy) blog the other day that all photography lies. I just didn't think I would find an example this quickly. ;)

When Being Good Isn't Good Enough

This post on Steve's blog (All Toes in the Water), got me to "remembering."

I accepted Christ at 7. I remember it; I remember understanding what I was doing. This is when I made him my Savior.

At 12 or 13ish, I realized it was more than just going forward, it was a life change. At that point, because my cognition had grown, I realized it was deeper than just doing what I did at 7, it was more important -- bigger if you will. this was important, because I was getting reading to go into the teen years, and needed to be prepared.

I was a model kid. Honestly. I had NO rules at home, because mom knew I wouldn't break them. I was an honor student, excelled in band, went to church without being forced, actually studied my Sunday School lesson, and on a band trip my Senior year, they let me serve as a chaperone. At 17, I was already 30. I wasn't perfect, by any means, and looking back, I screwed up big time in some ways, but by all outward appearances, I was Super Teen.

I say all of that to say this -- when I got to college, and had to go at it alone, my faith morphed into something a bit more tangible. Like the guy in the illustration, I decided that it was what I did that showed my love to God.

I made up my mind to go from Super Teen to Super Duper Christian College Student. Now, on the Appalachian State campus, when it was reported to be one of the top 3 party colleges in North Carolina, this was no easy task.

I found myself alone, a lot.

It was during this time that I also slipped into a depression. I say "slipped" because it happened so slowly, I didn't notice it at first. I just knew something wasn't right, and I figured if something was wrong, if I didn't have joy and victory, God must be mad at me and if God was mad at me, I must not be doing enough for him. So, I did more.

And more.

And more.

And more.

When I finally broke -- 3 days before I had planned to commit suicide, I was music student with 21 credit hours (12 is full time, 18 is the max anyone was allowed, without permission), was a state officer in a collegiate music organization, played in two or three ensembles, and a member of a couple of clubs and was determined to keep a 4.0 gpa. However, to keep God happy, I attended both the early and late services on Sunday morning, Sunday School, participate in Sanctuary Choir, and the college Choir, Sunday night and Wednesday night services, plus any extras, led two Bible studies through InterVarsity, and still felt I wasn't doing enough. Finally I joined the church bowling league to "prove" how much I love God. No joke. I thought bowling (and I am a TERRIBLE bowler) would prove how much I loved Jesus.

Ironically, by this point, I was so messed up, I had decided there was no God. So, every night, I prayed to a God that I didn't believe existed to let me die, or I was going to do it myself.

Finally, I broke. Made some significant life changes (like transferring to Western Carolina and living at home). Most importantly, though, I learned that loving Christ is not dependent on doing things. I may do things because I love Him, but all He wants is my heart.

I made him my Savior at 7.

It took 14 years to make Him my Lord.

And if you are thinking that none of what I was doing or feeling was from God, you would be correct.

I wasn't "healed" immediately; it was a process that took months. I can remember feeling totally panicked if I felt the least bit down. While most of my Christian influences walked beside me during this time, there were those that kept telling me, "If you just have enough faith, you can get out of this." "If you were doing what God wanted you to, you wouldn't be feeling like this." "If you were really a Christian, you wouldn't get depressed."

Ummmm, it was those attitudes that got me into this mess, thank you very much. Was I dealing with spiritual issues? Oh yea, but they weren't a lack of faith (I was praying to a God I no longer believed in), a lack of service, or a lack of salvation. It was a lack of remembering/knowing that Jesus wants me to love Him.

The journey has not ended, though I'm thankful that it has been a bit more joyful. In a couple of weeks, I am singing a song (or trying to) at church by Avalon called "Everything."

I grew up in Sunday School
I memorized the golden rule,
and how Jesus came to set the sinner free.
I know the story inside out, and
I can tell you all about
the path that lead him up to Calvary.

But ask me why he loves me
And I don't know what to say
But I'll never be the same
Because He changed my life when he became

So, where AM I now?

I'm learning that God loves me, and it blows me away. Like in the song, I can't tell you WHY, but He does, and in the past few weeks, it has been something that I have "felt" more than ever before.

God loves me.

If you read back on my blog, you will find that I have questioned a lot of "things" the past few months. Literally, almost over night, I found myself asking why I believed some things and not others. Why I accepted some doctrines and rejected others. It was (is) perhaps the scariest thing I've faced. But it was during this that I learned God loves me and I think wants me to ask questions because if I never ask, I will never learn. What my preacher, or my mom, or Sunday School teacher, says is fine, but God is a personal God, and I think He wants me to "investigate" Him and believe on HIM, not what others tell me about Him.

Postscript --
(We learned during this that caffeinated drinks and chocolate in excess is a migraine trigger for me. To get rid of the migraines, I would take ibuprofen, which causes me to feel depressed. I was so busy, all I was eating was junk from vending machines and consuming as much caffeine as possible to just keep going.)

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

My Naivete is Showing, Again

I came across this article a few minutes ago.

Aside from trans/cross-gendered situations (which, admittedly, I don't know a whole lot about), shouldn't they be able to tell by looking? I mean, parts are parts, right?


Karma's Quote of the Day

From a sign at work

To achieve inner peace we must finish what we start. . ..

Today I finished two bags of chips, three bottles of soda, and a box of chocolate.

I feel better already

Sunday, August 17, 2008

When the Wrong Place is the Right Place

Luke 23
39 Then one of the criminals who were hanged blasphemed Him, saying, “If You are the Christ, save Yourself and us.”
40 But the other, answering, rebuked him, saying, “Do you not even fear God, seeing you are under the same condemnation? 41 And we indeed justly, for we receive the due reward of our deeds; but this Man has done nothing wrong.” 42 Then he said to Jesus, “Lord, remember me when You come into Your kingdom.”
43 And Jesus said to him, “Assuredly, I say to you, today you will be with Me in Paradise.”

This man was doing the wrong thing, at the wrong place, at the wrong time -- he committed a crime, was caught and sentenced to death by crucifixion.

To any casual observer, being hanged on a cross is the wrong place to be.

However, this was not any crucifixion; this crucifixion was of two criminals and a Savior.

Both had an opportunity.

One rejected.

One accepted.

For the one who recognized Him, he was in the right place at the "wrong" time.

Had he escaped the crucifixion, which was surely his preference, he would have missed Paradise, as well.

To meet Christ, he had to go to the "wrong" place (humanly speaking).

How many times do we try to escape the bad things -- the situations that make us uncomfortable, or the situations that break us?

Some of us, like the thief, are in situations of our own making. We sin, we break fellowship, we are stubborn, arrogant, and proud. We put ourselves in the wrong place, but God can still bring us to the right place.

But, sometimes, God let's us go to the "wrong" place so He can reach us and we can see His glory.

The preacher who feels discouraged and ineffective because "no matter what" nothing ever changes.

The missionary who preaches and ministers for years and never sees a convert.

The Christian who lives and witnesses at work only to be ridiculed and ostracized.

The parent with the wayward son.

The child who is abused by the one he loves the most.

The saint who has just been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

The family who has just lost everything in a fire.

The workers at a factory that has just announced a massive layoff.

All feel very much like the "wrong" places -- the places we don't want to be.

They are the places we want to escape.

They are the dark places.

They are the places that hurt.

They are the places without hope.

THAT is where we can meet Jesus.

Jesus takes the "wrong" places, and makes them right.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Guess What Started Today???

My 6 yo is #66 and plays for the Blue Demons. How scary is that?

This is What a Drought Looks Like

in Western North Carolina. Bernard was telling me this afternoon that we are about 10" short of where we *should* be at this time of year.

Driving 276 from Bethel to Brevard showed it. Sliding Rock, a popular destination for swimming and sliding on a rock, had a trickle.

I don't know if it is as obvious in this shot of Looking Glass Falls, but you can see the difference from April, 2003 to today.

(Sorry for the different angles. I had hoped to get it from the same vantage point, but the paths were very wet and slick -- ironically from the rain, and I couldn't do it).

April, 2003

August, 2008

Friday, August 15, 2008

Isaiah 64

1 Oh, that You would rend the heavens!
That You would come down!
That the mountains might shake at Your presence—

2 As fire burns brushwood,
As fire causes water to boil—
To make Your name known to Your adversaries,
That the nations may tremble at Your presence!

3 When You did awesome things for which we did not look,
You came down,
The mountains shook at Your presence.

I've been reading in Isaiah for the past few days. I confess, more times than not I am totally clueless about what I'm reading. (Like 98% of the time) :(

When I read this, though, I actually had a moment where I "understood." Maybe not exactly what the writer was intending, but this passage resonated with me.

There have been numerous times when I've been reading "discussions" on the Internet between Christians and non-Christians (usually atheists) and have come away thinking, "Yea, God, just SHOW 'EM."

When I read this, my first thought was, "How cool would it be if God did this today, and let himself be seen, so that all the atheists could SEE that God is real."

Immediately, the question "WHY?" formed in my head.

Why do I want them to see the power and glory of God?

Is it so that they will come into a relationship with Him and accept Christ as their Savior?

Or is it so that I can say, "I told you so." and be on obvious 'right side' thus my life will be easier?

My answer shamed me, for it wasn't the first one.

I think I now understand what Jonah was thinking/feeling when he got mad that Ninevah repented.


Thursday, August 14, 2008

Sigh. . . .

Some days are just like that, you know?

I have been "out of it" all day long. It's like being distracted, only you have no idea what is distracting you. (Wonder if that is how ADD fe. . . ..oh, look, a shiny thing!).

Literally, someone tells me something and it is two or three hours before I comprehend it and realize how I should respond.

Makes for some interesting conversation, anyway. not.

Culminated tonight at football practice when I was going to take a picture of a hot red Ferrari across the road from the field.

I didn't have my CF card in the camera (the equivalent of shooting with no film).

At that point, I gave up.

Tomorrow is Friday.

It's gotta be better.


Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Should Christians Participate in Sports?

As Travis started football this year (pictures below), we began to spend more and more time at the field, and for the first time, my son was in a situation in which I had absolutely no control. I could not "fix" or "coach" my son in any way. When he got his clock cleaned by another boy yesterday, all I could do was grimace. No hugs or sympathy now.

As a mommy, that is HARD!

But, should a Christian (or in Travis's case because technically he is not a Christian, yet, but is being raised in a Christian home) participate in sports?

After all, it is time consuming, another adult actually has direct influence over my boy, he is encouraged to "hit hard," and be competitive. Does that fit with being a a witness and lifting up and encouraging those around us?

This article, The Lost Joy of Sports addresses this issue to some degree.

In reading others opinions, I was surprised, frankly, how many people felt that Christians, and women (especially) should not participate in sports.

I grew up in an athletic home. We weren't all-stars, but we enjoyed sports. My brother was a football player through most of high school, and my sister was a tremendous basketball and softball player. I played softball and basketball through Jr. High (well, more correctly, I sat on the bench). I wasn't all that good, but I loved it. I still do.

As young as 1st or 2nd grade, I preferred playing kickball and football with the boys instead of jumprope or whatever it was that the girls did. I was just always a tomboy. I remember playing tackle football until Jr. High (then, the boys got bigger than me -- ouch).

Even after I stopped playing, I enjoyed watching. I've been to more football games than I can even count. According to this article,, I'm only a small step away from being a lesbian, it would seem (though he never addresses THAT issue, to my surprise). If my mother had forced me to learn to sew and cook, instead of playing softball and football, I think I would have had a very droll and tense existence (as would she). It would have been like teaching a pig to sing -- wasting time and making the pig miserable.

So, I know I am not a "girly-girl." I have never been that way, and even after 5 years of being a Mary Kay consultant, I still am not.

Give me shorts or sweats, t-shirts and tennis shoes any day over skirts, hose (aaarrrgghhhhhhhhh -- sheer instruments of terror), and pumps.

I am not "feminine," I don't think.

But, was I attracted to sports because of that, or did I become that as a result of sports?

This answer has a balanced approach, I think.

ANYTHING, be it sports, clubs, other activities, even church and Bible studies, can become idols if temperance isn't exercised.

As a mother of both a son and a daughter, my goal is to help them become healthily competitive, so that they always do their best, but to also respect their opponent and to be gracious whether they win or lose, and exercise a Christian witness by always being fair and honest.

In a few years, if Kristi wants to play sports, I will encourage her to do that. If she wants to be a "girly-girl" that is fine with me, too.

But, until those decisions are needed, we are going to play and enjoy football season.


Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Kid Pic -- Aug. 12

When he's not playing football, this is one of his "mostest favoritest" activities.

When is YOUR Decimal Birthday

CLICK HERE, enter your birthday, and see when your next decimal birthday is.

My next "minor" decimal birthday is October 31 (I will be 13900 days old).

My next "major" decimal birthday is February 07, 2009, when I will be 14000 days old.

(Bernard has a minor birthday on October 26. Hmmmmmm, party?)

AND, is your birthday in Pi?

Not nearly as fun, but good if you are a "math type."

Your Hebrew Birthday

My next Jewish birthday is 12 Tishrei, 5731 and it will occur next on Shabbat, October 11, 2008.

Find your Tree I'm a Rowan Tree. And, just for the record, when I checked those near and dear to me, the descriptions were WAYYYYYY off. :)

:) Enjoy.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Kid Pic -- Aug 11

So, I'm cleaning out the "carpeted room" of the basement (where we have our classroom -- before, during and after pics when it is done). I have to keep the kids close enough to keep them out of trouble, but far enough away that their definition of "trash" doesn't interfere with *my* definition. :P

At one point, I thought, "Kristi is being awfully quite." I looked in the garage and saw this.

A closer look (and no, I don't always allow my daughter to go around half-dressed. However, we are potty training [thank you Molly and Leah!!!!!!!!], and it is just easier this way.)

And, Your High Score Is???

A Flash Game with cool music

I Know

Me: Kristi, I love you.

Kristi: I know.

That warmed me up better than, "I love you, too."

My little girl knows that I love her. That is important to me.


Sunday, August 10, 2008

The Chronicles of Woody

Suddenly nauseous, Woody makes a terrifying discovery.

How much wood could a Wood chip chip, if a woody could chip wood?

In depth genealogy study

The Hitchhiker or Happily Ever After

Woody collapses as he realizes his family's fate.

The Escape

Woody wonders what might have been

From the "Truth is Stranger than Fiction Files"

Grandma arrested for driving with a toddler on the roof

This could be sad, scary or a lot of things, but honestly, I could so see my mom doing this. Especially with my nephew Brooks, the wonder-nephew, but he is almost 7.

My mom wouldn't let a 3 yo do that. My 13 yo nephew, or one of his younger brothers, probably, but not a 3 yo.


Saturday, August 09, 2008

Kid Pic -- August 9

Someone see Kilroy????

And, today I got "proof" that my husband regularly sees another female. In fact, I caught him on the receiving end of a kiss from this fair beauty. I suppose I should be upset, or even a little jealous, but honestly, just look!

(Oh yea, and Happy Anniversary to my BIL and sister Steve and Kelly!)

Friday, August 08, 2008

August 8

Travis wanted a picture of him showing. He is the one blocking in the top picture with the blue jersey.

The runner is my nephew Brooks.
1 Corinthians 13

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal.

2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

4 Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up;

5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil;

6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth;

7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away.

9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part.

10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.

12 For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Kid Pic -- Aug. 7

Tony, make sure you count twice. :) The sixth would NOT move, no matter what I bribed her with.

And can you seriously look at this and NOT go "Awwwwwwww."

(True story -- My brother, father of 4 boys, picked this little guy up, looked at his wife and said, "I wanna 'nuther one." The panic-stricken look on her face was priceless.)

You know you're cute when even the 13 yo wants to play with you. Granted, he has three little brothers, so baby boys aren't "foreign" to him, but still. . . ..

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Kid Pic -- Aug 5

Right now, I feel just like the little guy on the right.


Church Pictures

And for the church sign guy

It is ironic, but it is a valuable sentiment in a time like this, I think. If we can remember that all we have is God's, it helps to put things like this in perspective.

Various facts I've read --
Every fire department responded to help.

One of the firemen actually attended Barberville for most of his life. Because of his knowledge of the layout of the building, he was able to direct the other firemen and this probably contributed to the sanctuary to being saved.

August 4 Kid picture

He is three and likes to ride his big wheel around the football field, except when he is trying (usually unsuccessfully) to play with my daughter and another 3 yo girl that is there.

Church Fire

Video at

Barberville Baptist in Waynesville caught on fire this morning.

Churches burning always make me feel sorrowful, but this one is especially poignant.

Barberville is the church I went to as a child. I was saved there, and baptized there.

I also know a lot of the members that still go there.

My prayers are with them as they rebuild and move on. I also pray that other churches in the area use this opportunity to minister and help them, and not think, "I'm glad that wasn't my church," because in the big picture, it is our church. It may not be our building, but it is our church.

Monday, August 04, 2008

Somedays, I love "Photoshop"

except, I don't use Photoshop, I use PaintShopPro, so maybe the title should be "Somedays, I love PaintshopPro."

My goal is to get the absolute best picture straight out of the camera. The kids in the park the other day were that way. Very little besides cropping was done. However, there are instances when I know going into the shot that I'm going to have to dig.

We like to put pictures of stuff/events on the church website. This means that when we have a special speaker, singer, etc. I will go to the back of the church so as to be unobtrusive (it is a small church), and I won't use a flash because I'm really too far away for it to do a lot of good, and a bright light flashing in the middle of a song is just weird for me. Especially since I'm the source of the bright light.

So, long lens + slow lens + no flash + camera that does poorly at high ISO + shutter speed too fast (to stop the motion) = work in post processing.



Saturday, August 02, 2008

Kid Pix, August 2

I have always wanted a swimming pool. I LOVE to swim. I just enjoy being in the water.

When I was little (or living at "home"), my dad seemed to have 101 excuses why we did NOT need a swimming pool.

Now, I'm grown up (relatively speaking, somedays my husband wonders) and my husband has covered all 101 and added a couple of more.


So, how do I accommodate my children who would also like to have a swimming pool.


Blasting to the Past

A bit before my teenage years, but still popular as I got into Jr. High.

Yesterday. . . .(Aug 1)



(Travis got his helmet on Friday. I know that thing weighs 5 pounds if it weighs anything, and it absolutely cannot be comfortable. BUT, he has worn it for hours now. Off and on, off and on. I finally told him to take it off and give his head a break. So he did. He disappeared for a few minutes and resurfaced with the helmet AND cleats on. )

I have a goal for August of taking a "kid picture" everyday. Now, simply by ease or availability, it is likely going to be a picture of Trav or Kristi, but occasionally, I may get lucky and find another unsuspecting model. :)

In this next series, (that sounds so official), notice the countenance change of the young lady on the right. I think she gets that after her dad. :) (Click to see a larger version)