tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-331769502024-03-07T13:33:10.361-05:00evelyn & floydEvelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.comBlogger462125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-84343639920272030402012-08-18T22:30:00.001-04:002012-08-18T22:30:18.315-04:00sweet saturdaythings i LOVE about today - this last sweet saturday before school starts back:<br />
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1. Canoeing on Fairfield Lake with hubby and the two big kids<br />
2. Teaching those two about lily pads, canoes, kayaks, and wonderful, simple, outdoor pleasures.<br />
3. Walking trails holding Will's hand watching the kids run ahead.<br />
4. Drinking a dirty martini and cutting fresh veggies from the market for dinner.<br />
5. Sitting on the back porch with a cup of coffee this morning. Sitting in the hot tub.<br />
6. Playing on the monkey bars at the playground. Reading bedtime stories.<br />
7. Giggling and snuggling with baby Floyd.<br />
8. Sleeping until 8am.<br />
9. Cooking dinner. Yes. Honestly, I think i'm transformed... on vacation at least.<br />
10.Resting before the wild Fall starts.<br />
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It has been a sweet saturday, and my heart is full.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-18686764359655644352012-08-16T10:14:00.000-04:002012-08-16T10:14:11.986-04:00Buggle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAt3AME1ShhOKWIfygkDCKqlROD5-wzfTnauT9t031eFirrg6R0eldi2Ejpa_ePSFIfDUZp9jQIsYqdJkllQHpFmZ5ihSbmf7v-v5TiwEwEx9TsPhmuUyFKKRcPsGSkgGSOplO/s1600/Greenville-20120415-00189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAt3AME1ShhOKWIfygkDCKqlROD5-wzfTnauT9t031eFirrg6R0eldi2Ejpa_ePSFIfDUZp9jQIsYqdJkllQHpFmZ5ihSbmf7v-v5TiwEwEx9TsPhmuUyFKKRcPsGSkgGSOplO/s320/Greenville-20120415-00189.jpg" /></a></div><br />
We have a saying in our house. <blockquote>You've been Buggled.</blockquote>There is a girl who calls herself "Doonie-Bug!" and she is the Buggler. Kind of like the Ham-burgaler. Anyway... if you haven't been buggled lately, let me give you a few examples.<br />
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1. You know you've been Buggled when you reach for the lipstick before running out the door and it looks like a monster took a bite out of it.<br />
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2. You know you've been Buggled when you reach for the strawberries in the fridge, and it looks like a mouse took a bite out of each of them.<br />
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3. You know you've been Buggled when the clock says 3am and there is a tiny, shrill voice asking for multiple objects of little consequence, slamming doors, waking up a baby, and altogether acting like Chicken Little.<br />
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4. You know you've been Buggled when there are five wardrobe changes inside of an hour. Usually settling on a Frincess Ballerina appropriate outfit.<br />
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5. You know you've been Buggled when 35 yards of dental floss get pulled out and twisted around the 'living room-kitchen-loop' multiple times.<br />
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6. You know you've been Buggled when there is no moment of the day that is not filled to the brim with humming, singing, talking, whining, crying, mix, blend, repeat.<br />
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I love my daughter, I love my daughter, I love my daughter. She has an amazing sense of humor, her laughter is contagious, she is extremely confident, and quick to the punch (ask her Dad what she told him this week). She is also a high maintenance little broad and getting her from age 3 to age 21 is going to be WORK. Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-38579676464683726052012-08-16T09:44:00.001-04:002012-08-16T09:44:46.509-04:00William Floyd Gibbs, III
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We welcomed our sweet little boy in April. It's only taken me four months to share that on this venue. I guess Facebook has overtaken for immediate notifications.
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Suffice it to say - he is a JOY. In the midst of exams and the end of his Dad's first year of law school, he was the calm that arrived in our storm. The eye of the hurricane. We were forced to stop for a minute and relish the new life that was gifted to us.
I went in for an induction - my first one in three deliveries - on Will's 30th birthday. It was a little unnerving, since I didn't want to mess up a good thing. My last two babies came quickly and with no complications. Fortunately I had great nurses and an OB who had just had her third to assure me, all would be well. We checked in at 8am, the doc broke my water at 10:15, I had an epidural at 11:15, and by 12:45 I told the nurse we were ready for showtime. They had to gather everyone back from lunch and set up the room, so we just waited calmly until they gave me the green light, and he took his first breaths at 1:30pm.
We kept his gender a secret throughout the pregnancy, but everyone was certain this was going to be another boy. I didn't want to believe it, because I knew that Will wanted a brother for Red. I knew that I wanted another boy for his little cousins, Cal and Leo. And I knew that Junebug has such a strong personality, that a boy just sounded easier to me- whether or not that logic makes sense!
He has been the easiest, most laid back baby. He is guy smiley, and loves entertainment from his siblings. Happy to eat, happy to sleep, and if unhappy - there is a very good reason. I know that he will hit 16 months and bust wide open like all toddler boys do, but for now I am soaking up his sweetness, and the time that passes entirely too quickly. We are so, so blessed to get to be his family!Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-72718663875526240382012-08-16T09:27:00.001-04:002012-08-16T09:27:30.857-04:00He who is able... is already there.A sweet friend sent me a message this morning to tell me she is already praying for our L2 year. The <strike>wave</strike> tsunami is coming that is Daddy back to commuter/student, Mommy back to full-time work, kids to pre-school and baby to starting solid foods. It's all little changes, that amount to a very big amount of shifting weight around and accommodating little growing pains. My tendency is to 'take a deep breath' and start working as hard as possible at being wife/mother/employee/friend with such a fierce determination that I don't leave much room for grace to enter the picture.
It was a good reminder this morning, to have a friend remind me that we don't face these growing phases in a vacuum. And it made me stop and hear, in the stillness of a napping baby and the click of my work emails, and happily playing toddlers downstairs (for now)... He who is able is already there. He knows what September, October, November will look like. He has already sketched out the trials and triumphs. And wants for me to walk through them with Him.
It is easy in 'Merica to look at our own strengths. We have SO much, and a culture of hard work that makes it more challenging sometimes for me to see dependence on the Lord as a strength. But I know that His power is made perfect in my weakness. So I start this next semester, this next season, yes - with a deep breath. But I'm not holding my breath. I'm taking one step at a time, one day at a time, hoping I can know what choices to make to graciously shepherd our children, to support my husband as he studies and commutes, to work at my job to the best of my ability, and see the areas where His grace is being made perfect as just that: weakness there is not failure, it is an opportunity for better relationship, for more of Him and less of Me. Because He is able, and wants to surprise me, and is already there.
I have a feeling I'm going to need to read my own post at least once a week for the next four months ;)Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-14530848737282244672012-03-22T22:02:00.002-04:002012-03-22T23:07:30.159-04:00The Tale of the Missing 'Dah'Once upon a time there was a four and a half year old boy who could not seem to part with his security blanket (named 'Dah' sometime back for no explainable reason). We've had a multitude of conversations lately about how big boys don't cart their Dah around, it's just not necessary to have Dah everywhere you go. Especially since Dahs are such sleepy things, and really need lots of rest, so they belong in the bed all day long. Nonetheless, this boy had justified that Dah should be loved everywhere, and at all waking hours, until he turns five.<br /> <br />Earlier today, and about fifteen times this week I've heard this phrase: "Mom, when I am five I will leave Dah in my bed."<br /><br />You can imagine how much harder it was for me to make my case, when a well meaning store clerk this afternoon admired Dah, and told our sweet boy that she herself had one similar at home that she just loved and loved and couldn't part with... and thought it was grand that he was so obviously consumed by his own. <br /><br />"You are really not helping my cause." I said with the laugh that all store clerks know means momma-knows-you-think-you-are-helping-but-you-are-not. She smiled back, with that relish-every-moment-it-goes-so-fast smile. We parted without altercation.<br /><br />And so it goes that we breezed on to the playground, so that this pregnant momma could take a load off her feet whilst the boy and his Bugglish sister could play for a few minutes. I vividly remember them running on ahead of me, his fiercely colored hair gleaming while his Dah waved behind him like a cape.<br /><br />Three hours later as we were readying for bed, I told him to grab his Dah so we could settle in with a book. "Where is it?" he asked. "I don't know honey, have a look around." It dawned that perhaps the Dah was never retrieved from the car or stroller after our outing. As I searched both, the dreaded fear was realized. In our haste to leave the playground for an imminent potty stop, I saw shoes retrieved, but no Dah. There was little doubt in my mind that the beloved rag of a security blanket had in fact been left behind.<br /><br />It's one of those teachable moments, right? As a mom, you are torn between the desire to show grace by starting a frantic call-a-thon to find if someone in the vicinity can scour the play area, but also the need to convey the importance and responsibility of caring for one's things, or at least one's most valued possession. But before I uttered a word, and as he sobbed, "I'm sorry I forgot it, Mommy!" my instincts lept into high gear. <br /><br />An Amber Alert was issued. He wanted me to call the police. And I sincerely thought about calling the police. <br /><br />I texted friends, grandparents, the law-school-abiding-husband-100-miles-away, all to pray. Anyone who had a relationship with Dah would understand the gravity of our situation. And of course, being the knight-in-his-shining-library that he is, the husband who seemed out of reach for help sounded the alarm the loudest. He knows how much I hate to 'ask' and chose to make our neighborhood Search & Rescue squads know of our dire situation. <br /><br />Enter Bond and Bond girl. Or at least in this story, they play the role of Bond and Bond girl, because he drove like Bond to the scene of the disaster, with his beautiful wife, at a moments notice. <br /><br />They had a description of Dah. And while we waited, the boy worried. "Mom, what if other children try to take him?" I couldn't bear to tell him that I didn't think Dah looked the same to other children... So I just conveyed how Bond and Bond girl always come out victorious. Although my hopes sincerely were waning.<br /><br />Bond girl called me breathless as she ran to search... I told her she might have to use force in the retrieval if necessary. After all, the boy thought Dah was attractive enough to steal. And as he fell asleep peacefully with his back being rubbed by momma, the most blissful picture came across my phone. That tattered and worn blanket with his name and birthdate embroidered popped up with a quip from Bond girl, "Look familiar?"<br /><br />Never have I been so happy to see that silly piece of fabric. And after today's epic adventure, I honestly think a second date should be inscribed below the first... for Dah's first near-tragedy. And while it tumbles in the dryer awaiting the reunion with the boy (lets be honest, a good sani-cycle in the washer was desperately needed), I am reminded that some of the best things in life are the little things. And the little things can remind us of incredibly large blessings. So if it takes until he is five for him to be 'ready' to give Dah a rest, I can handle it. <br /><br />It also reminds me that I have a Dah of my own that I carried on for a bit longer than four and a half years. It's in a box in our crawl space, and I've promised the boy on more than one occasion that I would share it with him so he could see the tattered remnants of my beloved security blanket. If you've never had such an attachment, then maybe this excerpt from the Velveteen Rabbit will explain a little of the childhood devotion to such an item:<br /><br /><blockquote>The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.<br /><br />"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"<br /><br />"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."<br /><br />"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.<br /><br />"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."<br /><br />"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"<br /><br />"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." </blockquote><br /><br />Yes, even a Dah might be real.<br /><br /><br />PS - I highly recommend finding Bond and Bond girl in your respective neighborhoods. Ours are in the witness protection program. High stakes operations like this can't be meddled with - so don't try to get their names out of me.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-60373659910972243502012-03-08T16:31:00.001-05:002012-03-08T16:31:32.205-05:00RM: "My name is Red. Call me Red." June: "ok, bubs."Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-89953640449649478922011-11-29T23:27:00.002-05:002011-12-14T12:30:23.230-05:00Red was showing Floyd his pirate ship the other night...Recently R built a pirate ship of LEGOS and was giving a tour of its features:<br /> <br />Red: “This is the plank, this is the sail, this is the cannon, this is the steering wheel, and these are flowers.”<br />Will: “Whoa. Wait, Flowers?<br />Red: “Yeah.”<br />Me: “You want flowers on your pirate ship?”<br />Red: “Yeah.”<br />Me: “What for?”<br />Red: “Girls like ‘em.”<br />Me: “You want girls on your pirate ship?”<br />Red: “Yeah.”<br />Me: “What for?”<br />Red: “ ‘Cause. Some of ‘em are pretty. And some of ‘em have curly hair.”<br /><br />Smart man.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-73431178820026196132011-10-06T20:43:00.002-04:002011-10-06T20:50:16.841-04:00Meee Moaneen, Mama. It's wake up time!This is a phrase I am hoping to never forget. No matter the time of day, when I get June out of her pack'n'play (crib catastrophe, later post) she jubilantly exclaims, "Meee Moaneen, Mama! It's wake up time!" For whatever reason, the Junebug translation of Good Morning is Me Moan-een. It's one of the most beautiful sounds and always brings a smile, even when I really want her to know that it is almost 9 o'clock at night and no one is fooled by her scheming, it really is bedtime. <br /><br />We sing several renditions of Jesus Loves Me, or the alphabet, Row your boat, Twinkle Little Star, or Frère Jacques in both French and English. She has quite the musical repertoire and also counts from 1 to 10. Somehow I can't remember when Red started doing all of this!!!Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-63981092288767410622011-08-19T07:21:00.000-04:002011-08-19T11:03:31.587-04:00the June bug...This is our Junebug. She's busy as ever, despite my lack of blog coverage of her two year old antics lately. Her favorite food is cereal. With Milk. In a Bowl. So much so that it's the first thing i hear about when she wakes up. "I need cereal. and milk. In a bowl." over and over. :)
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<br />She is also enjoying sitting on the potty, although successes in that endeavor are few and far between. I will have to buckle down with her eventually, but i don't see a 4-5 day window at home in the next weeks where we can really knock it out.
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<br />We're drinking out of straws and trying on Oma's hat, and basically doing everything big girl toddlers do. She loves shoes and purses and 'baubles' - necklaces. She wants to call everyone on my phone. To say the bug has enjoyed her independence and communication skills is a major understatement.
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<br />We just had the 'first haircut' this week and it's pretty darn grown up. She smiles widely and yells "CHEESE!" but also scowls intensely... I never know which will come out, a scowl and silence, or a wide grin and sentence introduction. But we love the variety and the surprises and our sweet girl who rocks babies and holds hands and reminds us to all sit down and eat at the same time and pause to pray. God's using her to sharpen me in ways that are more fun than her infancy molding, and we're trying to bottle the moments as best we know how. And enjoy age TWO!
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<br />Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-66466206865759984202011-08-02T19:14:00.003-04:002011-08-02T19:19:43.526-04:00dinnertime quotesRM had a few gems during supper tonight that I don't want to forget:<br /><br />1. <span style="font-weight: bold;">'Dad, if you eat your dinner, you can get some frozen peas!!!'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> --Yes, yes, i do use them as a treat. straight out of the freezer bag. Mama's so tricky.</span><br /><br />2. <span style="font-weight: bold;"> 'Mom, you just pray to Johnny Appleseed.'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> --I don't know if who to take this up with... but Daddy must be one heck of a storyteller. </span><br /><br />3.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> 'Well, I just want another brother.'</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> -- After being told that he should love his sister.</span>Will Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08328900802256697330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-64816554888337126322011-07-28T11:34:00.003-04:002011-07-28T11:40:31.425-04:00Who doesn't love another CHUB contest!?!?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQIwAsdMOkI0HGynkyddLV8kwyQ9mrJBhsyPvCttcTsBv-N0g1CKXsUJTvzH6VGCDrfiLqQFlwc5zpPr6oQU6_wF3-K_lKicFUtpH7_q5-KUj-fvhB3V2OQpti4UImOe9s-xt/s1600/Leo+Chubs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibQIwAsdMOkI0HGynkyddLV8kwyQ9mrJBhsyPvCttcTsBv-N0g1CKXsUJTvzH6VGCDrfiLqQFlwc5zpPr6oQU6_wF3-K_lKicFUtpH7_q5-KUj-fvhB3V2OQpti4UImOe9s-xt/s400/Leo+Chubs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634427917288143218" /></a><br />Some of you readers may have been around back in January 2008 for the first round of <a href="http://evelynfloyd.blogspot.com/2008/01/chub-love-contest.html">chub-a-love contest</a> voting... Back when the 07 babes were really sporting their rolls, and we were debating whether or not the first Baker cousin (Garrison) had been outdone by the newbies. Well there is a new Sherriff in town, and his name is Leo. He's sweet #12 in the clan, and in less than 3.5 months, he has worked his way towards a heavy weight title all his own. We can't get enough of those rolls, although his momma is astounded every morning when she lifts him out of his bed at just how quickly he has packed on the pounds. The real question is: which of these wiggling jumping bathing babes took the longest to bathe between all of those rolls!?<br /><br />So get to voting... you'll have to click the hyper-link for the January '08 voting to refresh your memory and tell us, has Leo outdone his older cousins?Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-72572622237521327232011-07-19T20:09:00.001-04:002011-07-19T20:09:17.924-04:00June made it clear tonite that she is 36hrs away from TWO. "My PANTIES!" She screamed in protest when I pulled out a diaper. "No way!" While I brushed hair.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-79359366751715713372011-07-18T16:52:00.002-04:002011-07-18T16:54:24.941-04:00day one of swim lessons - before and afterBEFORE: ready to take on the world. jump in? sure. dive for sticks? ok.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4iEC3P6nsQA6p5I5Yh1uRtaTtjNhRi8FllDewLTTA3cNLDvAWmIoVVITHT7brY6DA7O0-7WJEGPPpKspx0nZPp19AhP7OrnkDc2isBWR-1Vv7Jmq_GHRA43Mzg8MdaDfENp6/s1600/before+swim+lesson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR4iEC3P6nsQA6p5I5Yh1uRtaTtjNhRi8FllDewLTTA3cNLDvAWmIoVVITHT7brY6DA7O0-7WJEGPPpKspx0nZPp19AhP7OrnkDc2isBWR-1Vv7Jmq_GHRA43Mzg8MdaDfENp6/s400/before+swim+lesson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630798117128125458" /></a><br />AFTER: underwater world conquered. on to more important business.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vnhJai4yQXb4QhfOWIe_U267TmpcBTeW-JWHebKYs-CPTgyqmf1NzgStaVC7WM-YnFXxYkOFKYTsuEaC-sIsANowETO-WOb4UW-th6lt29orgsOkp6DVDNEIgeG3duxtNNS6/s1600/after+swim+lesson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-vnhJai4yQXb4QhfOWIe_U267TmpcBTeW-JWHebKYs-CPTgyqmf1NzgStaVC7WM-YnFXxYkOFKYTsuEaC-sIsANowETO-WOb4UW-th6lt29orgsOkp6DVDNEIgeG3duxtNNS6/s400/after+swim+lesson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630798109715425522" /></a>Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-86853667044864561012011-07-07T08:35:00.005-04:002011-07-07T19:26:09.710-04:00On being almost FOUR...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x6UgAFsfBfy10lDQMhvEpc2dbtyqWcWuEuZlPco8vDXh4sBIdsEMpLhIdKAfMbuSoaDfcHYEDjakPmXqVKB0CUeZE69_HMlHUeHJRPqDNP48c63T24eVkjVHEv2iZn97S2Xw/s1600/photo%25285%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x6UgAFsfBfy10lDQMhvEpc2dbtyqWcWuEuZlPco8vDXh4sBIdsEMpLhIdKAfMbuSoaDfcHYEDjakPmXqVKB0CUeZE69_HMlHUeHJRPqDNP48c63T24eVkjVHEv2iZn97S2Xw/s400/photo%25285%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626755285791933330" /></a><br /><br />i have no idea where Red is coming up with his material lately, but it's urgent that i record it and not forget it. With three months to go until his fourth birthday, here are some new phrases he is saying that are popping up out of the blue:<br /><br />"Mom, when I go to school, I won't get upset and I won't let you down. Mom, you know that? I won't let you down."<br /><br />When I found him drinking milk straight from the carton:<br /><br />"I can just do this easily, mom. It doesn't even spill."<br /><br />Trying to stir up conversation at dinner:<br /><br />"Dad, Why did the chicken cross the road to get to the other side?"<br /><br />On asked about what he did at school that day:<br /><br />"We just learned about good behavior, and manners... and, just things like that."<br /><br />On asked what we should make for breakfast:<br /><br />"We can make a smoothie, mom. You need ingredients, and frozen fruit, and you just BLEND."<br /><br />When told it wouldn't be long before the babysitter arrived.<br /><br />"Will it just be five minutes mom? I know about five minutes."<br /><br />"Mom, knock knock." "Who's there?" "Orange." "Orange Who?" "Orange you glad I didn't say tomato!"<br /><br />**DISCLAIMER: I didn't teach him about making smoothies. Or how to tell time. It's crazy when your kid starts learning all kinds of things and you realize you had little to do with it. I think we did teach him the knock knocks. He practices them at the lunch table during school.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-41893046054632965172011-06-11T07:33:00.001-04:002011-06-11T07:33:14.963-04:00Spent last night in the children's hospital with RM. Violent allergic reaction, Epipen, ambulance ride... What a Friday. Hopefully we can go home soon.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-77665365213901946202011-06-08T20:26:00.004-04:002011-06-09T15:55:23.379-04:00Sarasota in SummerFirst, a huge congratulations to our friends Matt & Paige, whose wedding weekend was an excuse for a getaway to Florida. Evelyn & Floyd got on a plane and checked out of reality for four days! I had never visited... <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7Q5fG8TqEATaueNh03wOwrWQjV0DRIcjvJjPoVb0hAPPhoOa5RH-CEJF1qpIAL3IeqVjb7N2Nka9QrLOucDZnemgnYQvkm2vNqo2pzRzY_DkknvdY5kY7v6kQaNwFfWXkx8L/s1600/ferrari+or+mazerati.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh7Q5fG8TqEATaueNh03wOwrWQjV0DRIcjvJjPoVb0hAPPhoOa5RH-CEJF1qpIAL3IeqVjb7N2Nka9QrLOucDZnemgnYQvkm2vNqo2pzRzY_DkknvdY5kY7v6kQaNwFfWXkx8L/s400/ferrari+or+mazerati.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616303925271524514" /></a><br />This fabulous place is the rehersal dinner location. We dined. We laughed. We sat in a cabana by the infinity pool overlooking Sarasota Bay. We checked out the mazerati and ferrari in the garage. Aye, me. What a party!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj437CYl9uM5Ov7GbqgjX71rPC5IxUMf6qJwMQGyWuXjTQ7WeoJBk6sK4yw86jpq-rUk0i9ZKSeLJi0OdhO9FUNwUITlkFXmTvDFQ8AmMbYTFz8L5xB69-nX5BIs4eTBJNpMbkp/s1600/MPM+wedding2+6.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj437CYl9uM5Ov7GbqgjX71rPC5IxUMf6qJwMQGyWuXjTQ7WeoJBk6sK4yw86jpq-rUk0i9ZKSeLJi0OdhO9FUNwUITlkFXmTvDFQ8AmMbYTFz8L5xB69-nX5BIs4eTBJNpMbkp/s400/MPM+wedding2+6.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616303912812083090" /></a><br />The Crosley Powell Estate is a gorgeous choice for a wedding... we fanned ourselves while a radiant bride and handsome groom were joined in marriage, under the 96 degree sunshine. Finally the sunset gave way to a night filled with dancing, moustaches, time with old pals and making new friends.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyGQ3dhSZeNKyITsbJ2ARdriAsNc39PvTpLeA9a9NdwjOcYuOA-4hAXhDT-yjDLwyq9Tj7lIj4YsWdeIb7d2BLloF41_GrDQeM6IMmmIGgUUAQ_YFzHZVh7FfX-LxGoXc02MB/s1600/Will+Carter+wedding+6.11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyGQ3dhSZeNKyITsbJ2ARdriAsNc39PvTpLeA9a9NdwjOcYuOA-4hAXhDT-yjDLwyq9Tj7lIj4YsWdeIb7d2BLloF41_GrDQeM6IMmmIGgUUAQ_YFzHZVh7FfX-LxGoXc02MB/s400/Will+Carter+wedding+6.11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616303913912794226" /></a><br />Did I mention that M&P had chosen two of my favorite musicians to serenade us during the ceremony? These college roommates are award winning composers together, and I actually fell into one of the greatest naps I've enjoyed in recent years while listening to a practice session. Vinson & Floyd together again!Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-82858941686808859772011-06-07T22:15:00.002-04:002011-06-07T22:24:16.060-04:00ValleysThey say you learn more in the valleys of life than the peaks. we've had a lot of valleys lately. Sometimes the peaks look really, really far away and unattainable from the deepest regions of those valleys... but i know they are up there. i keep resting on the hope that one step at a time we will gain ground.<br /><br />April 6th we had a pipe burst in our basement. It entailed a homeowners insurance policy claim and a lot of frustration. we are grateful to have our house back, but every little drip and leak in this 60 year old home makes me cringe and keeps me tense about 'the next imminent fiasco' on the horizon.<br /><br />Floyd's brakes on his truck gave out a few days later. They had rusted completely through and had to be replaced entirely. A few days later my car died, right before we were set to go out of town. And about ten minutes before I was scheduled to teach the three year old Sunday School lesson. Awesome.<br /><br />We escaped the mayhem by retreating to the beach for several days with Will's parents. They relax for a few weeks in the Palm Coast of Florida each year, and are gracious to host us. It was great to get away, and coincided with Will's birthday. Having a few minutes of uninterrupted conversation was blissful. <br /><br />Bookending our trip naturally was the loss of Floyd's cell phone. It disappeared into thin air, and three days later was found by a complete stranger in Florida. Not a big deal alone, but as part of our little pattern of bumps and bruises, quite consequential -- especially when considering the next hit.<br /><br />The day after we arrived home from our trip, I had a nagging hunch that something was wrong... You see, Will and I had found out we were expecting a third baby in March... and were waiting until early May to go to the doctor. I called to bump up my appointment, and Will was at work (phoneless). As I sat in the ultrasound room, watching the screen and knowing what I saw was not healthy, a shadow of loneliness fell. Tears came streaming down my face as the technician explained that dates were not matching with a viable pregnancy and that most likely this baby stopped growing a couple of weeks before. I drove home in a blur and couldn't bring myself to move. <br /> <br />The doctor had given me choices as to our next steps, but all of them sounded equally horrible. I called a couple of friends who have been through a miscarriage, hoping for someone to tell me there was a better way out. The reality is no solution is good or easy, they are all equally devastating and yet completely unavoidable. A few days later Floyd played his first live show in 18 months. Strange as it may sound, that night was incredibly healing. Watching him do something he is so naturally good at, and seeing a room full of friends both new and old come to hear him play was a great reminder of God's faithfulness. <br /><br />The next week the children both had the throw up bug, and when Floyd went out of town the following week, my body finally gave in and ceded defeat as well. Throwing up while your diaper-less 22 month old cries for breakfast is really humbling.<br /><br />Why am I sharing all of this? I guess in hopes that it is over... that we are on our way up. But also to remind myself that while life is hard and full of tough decisions and brokenness, God is faithful. We have a roof over our head and food on our table. We found the means to keep our cars running and have good doctors to return our bodies to health. We have relationships with friends who reflect our Maker and encourage us to press on. God is good, and He does not change. Our circumstances are ever changing, but we serve One who created all and can use all for His glory, and our sanctification. And for that reason, I'm thankful for the valleys.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-55529030033539781552011-04-13T22:53:00.000-04:002011-04-13T22:54:56.556-04:00Wednesday surprise ending.<p>I haven't thought of the lyrics to Rich Mullins' song 'Calling Out Your Name' in a while, but when i saw the sunset tonight, i was awe struck. Grateful that although we toil much in this world, it is filled with an indescribable beauty that stops our busy lives with wonder and amazement.</p><p><br /></p><p>In the mundane moments of our work responsibilities and the more challenging moments with young children, I am thankful that God gives us beauty that is calling out His name even when we have no words. Here is a segment of the lyrics:<br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;">From the place where morning gathers</p><p style="font-style: italic;">You can look sometimes forever ’til you see</p><p style="font-style: italic;">What time may never know</p><p style="font-style: italic;">What time may never know</p><p style="font-style: italic;">How the Lord takes by its corners this old world</p><p style="font-style: italic;">And shakes us forward and shakes us free</p><p style="font-style: italic;">To run wild with the hope</p><p style="font-style: italic;">To run wild with the hope</p><p style="font-style: italic;"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;">The hope that this thirst will not last long</p><p style="font-style: italic;">That it will soon drown in the song</p><p style="font-style: italic;">Not sung in vain</p><p style="font-style: italic;">And I feel thunder in the sky</p><p style="font-style: italic;">I see the sky about to rain</p><p style="font-style: italic;">And I hear the prairies calling out Your name</p>Will Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08328900802256697330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-21743296929995504292011-04-13T21:58:00.001-04:002011-04-13T21:58:35.954-04:00June was the epitome of white-trash baby tonight. Mullet, Pizza crusted shirt, covered in sand, hand-me-down-wal-mart sneakers, and one hand in her diaper. NICEEvelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-6392068560681943052011-04-13T21:55:00.001-04:002011-04-13T21:55:48.607-04:00The last 2 nights we have faced illogical childhood fears with Red. I was told 'the magician' was going to get me and turn me into a frog and lick me. Really?Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-11446238145482198872011-04-13T21:51:00.001-04:002011-04-13T21:51:37.463-04:00Yesterday Floyd told Red he was gonna have to get a spanking for defiantly disobeying. Red's response, "This is going to be TERRIBLE!!"Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-24397104865132890852011-04-13T11:29:00.002-04:002011-04-13T11:37:50.628-04:00long time, no blog.things i should document soon:<br />1. trip to alabama<br />2. preview to school<br />3. music developments for WFG<br />4. nightmares and hilarious tales from RMG<br />5. baby dolls and conversations from JEG<br />6. pipe burst, water fiasco, home insurance claims<br />7. fence building progress in our yard<br />8. a new nephew<br /><br />things i won't bore you with but that sucked time and energy out of the last month:<br />9. the government didn't shutdown<br />10. DBG moved offices and realized that is more consuming than moving houses<br /><br />But for now, looking forward with eager anticipation to an upcoming beach trip. Hallelujah!Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-79142370819059906472011-03-09T11:39:00.002-05:002011-03-09T11:46:02.424-05:00big girl seat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQcKm_FNSCbVkNcvhaBmlsfzQBe4pjAg9ytWIJEeY63xhthkrzX7Uy6FoxPFIT6Xm8ml799HB2zOrYajlafSo3afgmL36TmaNHaNhh6bWxNmlElrYeya-yXCq7z5HviPYsaf1/s1600/junie+at+little+table+3.2011.JPG"><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/AVvXsEjhQcKm_FNSCbVkNcvhaBmlsfzQBe4pjAg9ytWIJEeY63xhthkrzX7Uy6FoxPFIT6Xm8ml799HB2zOrYajlafSo3afgmL36TmaNHaNhh6bWxNmlElrYeya-yXCq7z5HviPYsaf1/s320/junie+at+little+table+3.2011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582120857417328322" /></a><br />June's vocabulary explosion has begun. She talks constantly at home, although she still acts shy and is slow to warm to new places and people. But when she knows her 'mama' and 'dadee' are close by at HOME, she acts like a total extrovert. Her highest frustration still centers on an inability to communicate exactly her wants and desires. One of her most recent words (there are so many to chose from) is 'SEAT!' She will tell me to sit in her rocking chair (SEAT) and read books. She will tell me she wants to get in her booster SEAT to eat. We had the little table and chairs in our dining room for a cousin meal and since then, June sits there about 15 times a day just so that she can say the word SEAT! with good cause. This picture is of her first meal at a big girl SEAT, and you can tell from her expression, she is VERY pleased. She has to be able to do this to sit at the table in the next class up at preschool soon too, so we're working on it for that reason too!Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-66103717615252079132011-03-04T23:55:00.003-05:002011-03-05T00:04:54.910-05:00sleepless conversationsI crawled in bed to snuggle a Red at 9:45 tonight. He said, "You're my best friend." I think that meant thank-you-i-love-you-this-is-fun in three year old lingo.<br /><br />RM told me that sleep was hard to get tonight. He genuinely wants to please, and doesn't want to disappoint by getting out of his bed. But when he has napped, the sleep sincerely escapes him. And it is puzzling for that to happen, when you are three.<br /><br />He passed along quite a bit of other information too. He told me that Geckos climb trees and play hide and seek. He doesn't like tumbleweeds because they roll very fast. But he thought I should know that camels can eat the spikes on cactus plants. I actually got online tonight to look it up and verify this information. Huh. Bizarre.Evelyn & Floydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12837579226958612982noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33176950.post-78112643312157001972011-02-18T23:30:00.003-05:002011-02-18T23:39:49.597-05:00two evenings.The end of the nap. How sad, but it is happening. We are still in that 'nap purgatory' stage of sorts... He can make it two days sans nap, but then he's gotta crash. Here are two evenings juxtaposed. The first was a nap afternoon. Today was not.<br /><br />Last night RM kept getting out of bed. Finally, very exacerbated, he explained, "My bed is taking forever!" We think he believes that his bed is his vehicle to dreamland much in the same way a microwave is to Tyson's chicken nuggets. <br /><br />This evening I braved the grocery store. 6pm on a Friday night, with a 3 year old and 18 month old in tow. He hadn't napped. I strapped them in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">over sized</span> 'car-cart' and steered the enormous load around the store for an hour, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wielding</span> coupons and list. He dragged his fingers along the floor as i cruised one aisle. Then legs started dangling out of the 'windshield' then the 'door' then the 'back window' and finally across Junie's shoulders. Three times I rescued Nemo fruit snacks, Starburst, and Captain Crunch 'All Berries Cereal' from his grip. He sobbed all the way to the car. Crashed at 7:45 after a good scrub down to eliminate the grocery goo. I can't tell who was more tired.<br /><br />Oh, and I lost more than my sanity in that grocery store. If anyone visits Publix tomorrow and finds a sock and a hairbow, both disappeared, most likely in the frozen food section. We did find both shoes, I am pleased to report.<br /><br />PS - I saved $54. I still hate couponing.Will Gibbshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08328900802256697330noreply@blogger.com3