I was going through old video today and I found this from last Spring at the Denver Zoo. It was too precious not to share! And check out the hair-do!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Nerf War
Our nephew came in last night to visit us for two weeks. He'll turn 19 while he's here. It was fun to watch he and The Prairie Kid build a house this morning and then have a nerf gun war. : )
Monday, October 3, 2011
Non, Merci
I am looking forward to many aspects of another culture, landscape, country. And some aspects, not so much. Here are some things I am not so excited about...
Snakes. There will be snakes in the bush that we are working/sleeping in. The only time I will be okay with getting close to one of these guys is if they're on the end of my fork...
Seriously, we may grill up snake for dinner while we're in the bush. : )
Black Mamba
Speaking of eating...there are lots of BATS! Our American friend in West Africa sent these first two pictures...
She teased, "grilled or roasted?"
Little did she know that this next picture of the bat on a plate is from my sister's fiance. He is Congolese and ate bat on his last trip to Congo...
He also ate these bugs! I would MUCH rather have grilled bat!
Funny, though, I will GLADLY put a snail in my mouth. Escargot, S'il vous plait.
Snakes. There will be snakes in the bush that we are working/sleeping in. The only time I will be okay with getting close to one of these guys is if they're on the end of my fork...
Western Bush Viper
Seriously, we may grill up snake for dinner while we're in the bush. : )Black Mamba
Speaking of eating...there are lots of BATS! Our American friend in West Africa sent these first two pictures...
She teased, "grilled or roasted?"
Little did she know that this next picture of the bat on a plate is from my sister's fiance. He is Congolese and ate bat on his last trip to Congo...
He also ate these bugs! I would MUCH rather have grilled bat!
Funny, though, I will GLADLY put a snail in my mouth. Escargot, S'il vous plait.
Péripétie
Next month my husband, myself, and two of our very dear friends (a husband/wife) will embark on the most risky, wild, surrendered adventure of our lives (besides marriage and parenting!) We will board a plane and travel 27 hours to the "other" side of the world. We will cross multiple time zones, the equator, a couple of continents, and step into a culture that we do not yet know but have a hunger to not only understand but love quickly and deeply.
We are heading to West Africa to meet a lady and help her on her dairy farm.
Here is the dairy farmer and some helpers in a field they will clear for us to create a hay storage corral and shed:
Getting prepared for our project...
They made these poles for the corral from the trees in the bush on the dairy farm
As we make lists of supplies to pick up, correspond with many questions for the American couple that invited us to come to West Africa , where they now live, and finalize our plans, it dawns on me that we really cannot prepare ourselves for many aspects of this trip.
I do not know what I will see. I expect my eyes to weep at some of the sights I will witness.
I do not know how much my heart will break. I expect it to be broken.
I do not know how tired, sore, homesick, vulnerable I will feel. I expect to long and ache for what is familiar and comfortable.
I do know that this is a trip designed by a Great Designer. A trip that ties with the Providence that only a Master Trip Planner can put together. It is a privilege and an honor to be able to partner with the One and Only, who does not need a partner but chooses to partner with those that He had to redeem with a great sacrifice.
I do know that if I spend sweet time with my Bridegroom then I will be prepared for this trip.
"Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me." John 15:4
Oh, and péripétie means "adventure" in French. : )
We are heading to West Africa to meet a lady and help her on her dairy farm.
Here is the dairy farmer and some helpers in a field they will clear for us to create a hay storage corral and shed:
Getting prepared for our project...
They made these poles for the corral from the trees in the bush on the dairy farm
As we make lists of supplies to pick up, correspond with many questions for the American couple that invited us to come to West Africa , where they now live, and finalize our plans, it dawns on me that we really cannot prepare ourselves for many aspects of this trip.
I do not know what I will see. I expect my eyes to weep at some of the sights I will witness.
I do not know how much my heart will break. I expect it to be broken.
I do not know how tired, sore, homesick, vulnerable I will feel. I expect to long and ache for what is familiar and comfortable.
I do know that this is a trip designed by a Great Designer. A trip that ties with the Providence that only a Master Trip Planner can put together. It is a privilege and an honor to be able to partner with the One and Only, who does not need a partner but chooses to partner with those that He had to redeem with a great sacrifice.
I do know that if I spend sweet time with my Bridegroom then I will be prepared for this trip.
"Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me." John 15:4
Oh, and péripétie means "adventure" in French. : )
Saturday, September 24, 2011
What About A Snout?
The Prairie Kid brings home his work from the school week on Fridays. This week they were working on short i sounds. He wrote a story and drew a picture. I thought it was worth sharing : )
Addition ToThe Yard
We recently were given a hand-me-down play set. The Prairie Kid thinks he has died and gone to heaven! He plays on it so much...sometimes even before we leave for school in the mornings.
He already broke in both hands for the monkey bars...big blisters that are now turning into callouses.
A couple of weekends ago The Prairie Daddy was making a roof for the top with some old feed bags. There was enough left over for a flag. The Prairie Kid told me what to paint and away we went.
Today the flag got hung up.
As it was being put up with a piece of wire, The Prairie Daddy said, "We might need to get a dowel."
The Prairie Kid asked, "A towel?"
"No, a D-owel."
Smile.
He already broke in both hands for the monkey bars...big blisters that are now turning into callouses.
A couple of weekends ago The Prairie Daddy was making a roof for the top with some old feed bags. There was enough left over for a flag. The Prairie Kid told me what to paint and away we went.
Today the flag got hung up.
As it was being put up with a piece of wire, The Prairie Daddy said, "We might need to get a dowel."The Prairie Kid asked, "A towel?"
"No, a D-owel."
Smile.
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