tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62812960668772094612024-02-19T18:11:26.565-06:00The Jones' JourneyBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.comBlogger326125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-66063132393839110162017-11-02T21:59:00.000-05:002017-11-02T21:59:41.053-05:00Katie SterlingI finally have a computer again after many years of only having a phone to get online. I hope this means I will start blogging again. If I can remember how to get pictures and everything on here. <br />
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In the meantime, we have another daughter since the previous time I posted. She is almost a year old now. <br />
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Katie was born on December 17, 2016. The day after my birthday.<br />
For some reason I cannot think of any details of her birth right now. It wasn't super easy like Grace, but wasn't super hard either. <br />
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She is so sweet and content. She just goes with the flow so easily. She is our earliest walker. She has been taking steps and cruising for a couple months now. Today though, she took off walking. While I wasn't here. In fact as of right now I have only seen a video my MIL took of it, because she was asleep when I got home tonight! <br />
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I feel like this is very random and disjointed. Hopefully I will get my thoughts together to make cohesive posts and figure out how to post pictures again.<br />
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-87168131387743209282015-03-09T10:06:00.001-05:002015-03-09T10:06:28.390-05:00Appalachian Adventure. My youngest brothers set out today on an epic adventure. They are hiking the Appalachian Trail. All of it. From Georgia to Maine. They should be done around mid August, and I hope to go meet them at the end of the trail. They will have their 19th birthday while on the trail. Anyway, if you would like to keep up with their adventures, they are supposed to blog regularly. Hopefully they are more consistent than me!<br />
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I am so excited for them!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-79522717643639859722014-12-27T17:34:00.002-06:002019-12-27T12:18:29.238-06:00Grace Remington... FinallyI am finally getting around to posting about Grace's birth.<br />
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Okay so I will start a little before labor began. Even as far back as the moment I found out I was pregnant with our 4th baby, I had pangs of fear. Not so much fear of having a fourth child to care for, or that anything would go wrong. But fear of labor itself. Labor is not walk in the park, and my labor with Dakota (#3) was the hardest I had endured thus far. I tried not to think about having to labor, but sometimes I would. I knew it was not something I could skip. It had to happen. I prayed a lot. I have always intended to have a Bible verse for each pregnancy and labor, but haven't every time. This time I really purposed to, but didn't get out my Bible and start looking as I should have. God gave me one anyway.<br />
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It started when the verse came to mind. It is a pretty well known verse. Proverbs 3:5-6. Trust in the Lord with all your heart, lean not on your own understanding, in all your ways acknowledge Him and he will direct your path.<br />
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Then later the same day I saw someone post on Facebook the very same verse. Then again the next day, someone else. I knew this was the verse God was giving me to meditate on. In addition to this I prayed for wisdom to do everything I could physically to make labor easier. I always try to eat pretty healthy, so I continued with that. I also worked out. 5 to 6 days a week most weeks. A minimum of 3 days a week, but that was rare, it was usually more. I practiced relaxing. A lot. I found out that keeping your jaw clenched can have a big effect on how well you dilate. I clench my jaw a lot, so I really practiced relaxing that.<br />
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As the end of pregnancy drew closer, I made sure to drink my red raspberry leaf tea. I took a gentle birth tincture. I used evening primrose oil. I prayed some more.<br />
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Still, as labor drew closer, I was SO fearful. I secretly thought to myself, but never once spoke it aloud, that if this labor was as hard as Dakota's, I was going to try my hardest to not have any more children. Which would be hard anyway, as I don't really know of any birth control I am okay with. I was so scared that I started having panic attacks. I had a few weeks of practice contractions. They made me somewhat fearful that they would turn to real labor, and somewhat fearful that they would go away, and I would have longer to think about labor instead of just getting it over with.<br />
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My due date was on Mother's Day, the 11th of May. I assumed I would be pregnant at least that long, if not longer, because two of my babies had been overdue.<br />
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On the evening of May 6th I was having contractions again. They were strong enough to make me think it may be early labor, but certainly were not painful. I just practiced relaxing through them, and went to bed. They woke me us several times that night, but I just relaxed my body through them and went back to sleep. It still didn't hurt. (I am going to guess at time frame right now, I have it written down, but am not sure where the notebook is right now) About 5am on the 7th I started having to lift up and sway my hips with each contraction. But it still was not painful. At all. But I knew it was early real labor, and I would probably have the baby by the end of the day. The awesome thing here is that after all my fear leading up to labor, I was calm. Completely. I was not scared AT ALL. About 5:45 I got up and went to the living room and sat on my birth ball. I sat and stared out the window at the stars. I talked to the baby and I talked to God.<br />
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Around 6 or 6:30 I woke Stephen up and told him I was in labor. He was supposed to work that day and I knew he would need to call his boss and let him know he wouldn't be coming in. I called my sister in law, Paula and asked her at what point in labor she called our midwife, because I was thinking it was still a little early. We talked for a minute and she said she would be on her way as soon as she got the little girl she babysat for the day. I had a few more contractions and asked Stephen to set up the birth pool. He was already arranging the room so it would fit.I was now moaning through the contractions some. But as I told Stephen, it wasn't as bad as it sounded. It just helped to make a little noise. I decided to go ahead and call my midwife. I told her I was in labor and that I would let her know if she needed to head this way. At around 7am I texted my Mom's phone and told her, "I think I am in early labor!" Stephen was still working on getting the birth pool ready, so I decided to get in the bathtub, as the contractions were starting to get a bit intense. Still very tolerable, but I wanted to sit in the water. I could hear Stephen as he got kids up and sent them next door to his Mom, so she could feed them breakfast. I heard him talking to his brother through the window as they got the hoses stretched over to his parent's house so we could use the water from their tankless waterheater.<br />
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The contractions were starting to get painful so I called Kelly back and asked her to go ahead and come my way. Almost as soon as I called her I starting having a pretty painful contraction. Stephen heard me and left the pool to come be with me. I was sitting on the potty at that moment and he came and sat in front of me on a stepstool. As I moaned he asked me what my labor verse was. I couldn't tell him in the midst of the contraction, but it brought it to mind for me. After that contraction I got back in the tub. After one or two more contractions I told Stephen it almost felt like I needed to push, but I didn't want to, because I had barely been in labor. I asked him to get his Mom since Kelly wasn't there. I am not sure what I wanted her to do, but I wanted a female. He sent his brother who was working outside to get the hoses ready to get their Mom.<br />
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I asked him to call Kelly and see where she was as another contraction started. I heard him say she was going through the town closest to us, about 12 miles away. As he hung up I felt bulging 'down there'. I put my hand on it and felt my water break. Stephen did not realize this, as I was in a tub full of water. With the next contraction I knew my body was pushing, but I was still afraid it wasn't time. Then I felt the head coming out. I told Stephen "I AM PUSHING!!" Since I had just told him moments before I did not think it was time to push he told me not to push yet. I said "The HEAD IS COMING OUT!!" and started pushing for the first time, though my body had been before that, now I was joining the effort. He said, "Oh, Ok. Well lets do this then!" The head came all the way out with that one push. Lots of hair, and the baby must have turned because last I knew it was in a posterior position, but it wasn't anymore. With the next contraction I pushed her the rest of the way out. Stephen grabbed her up out of the tub and handed her to me. It was 8:10.<br />
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We looked and saw that she was a girl, and laughed. We did not have ANY girl names picked. We are really bad at agreeing on girl names. A few minutes later Stephen's mom came in. She hadn't come over in a hurry, because like us, she though I was in early labor. Knowing the fear I had been battling, and hearing how quick and easy labor was she asked if she could suggest a name. She said, "Grace". I kind of shrugged, but didn't really think we would use it. I liked the name, but it wasn't my top choice.<br />
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Kelly came in a few minutes later and helped with the delivery of the placenta and all that.They got me moved to my bed and went bustling about, doing all the awesome things they do after a birth. I sat on the bed and looked at my sweet new baby and was singing to myself, "Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus..." Then I got to the part where it says "Oh for Grace to trust Him more". I thought "Grace to trust Him more...hmmm, God are you trying to tell me something?"<br />
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I asked Stephen what he thought of naming her Grace. He shrugged like I did when his Mom suggested it. So I took that as a probably not. My Mom had been at work while I was laboring, so when she got home she called me. I told her about the labor, but not about Nola suggesting a name, or me singing. She told me that on her way to work that morning she had been praying for me and had thought to herself "If they have a girl, Grace would be a good name". When she said that I KNEW God was telling me our baby's name. I told Stephen and he agreed.<br />
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Anywho, there is the story of Grace Remington's birth and naming.<br />
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I will endeavor to post more often!<br />
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<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-27262503403665548622014-05-18T17:20:00.001-05:002014-05-18T17:20:45.002-05:00Perspective"Ugh, God, when will we get a 'real' house? What else can I get rid of in our house to make it less cluttered... Maybe even actually clean looking? Where do I even put the baby clothes so they aren't in a basket on my floor?" These and similar thoughts go through my head as I scroll through pinterest for ideas, and real estate websites to see if anything new has popped up in the past hour.... Even though nothing has for a month.<br />
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Then I get a text from a good friend asking for prayer, she just had a miscarriage. "Oh no, God. Not again. They have already been through so much. Why can't she just keep this baby? You know how badly they want one!" </div>
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And I look at my not even two week old, perfect, fourth child in my lap. And realize that it doesn't matter the size of our house. Or how clean it isn't. I don't know why I have been given these sweet babies, while she has lost so many. I know I am not any better or more loved by God. It makes me feel guilty sometimes, though I know she doesn't want me to feel that way. Words seem so inadequate to help her. </div>
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I try to keep a positive attitude and count my blessing, and think I mostly do a good job, but sometimes get in sorry for myself moods... But then it all gets put back in perspective. </div>
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I had intended to post about having a new baby in the house. :) I will try to do that soon.</div>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-64553407733770750862013-02-13T15:48:00.001-06:002013-02-13T15:57:44.698-06:00Fun and FrighteningAll in one day. <br />
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Kimber started taking ballet classes at a friends house on Monday. It is probably not something I would have started taking her to do unless she asked some day. But the ladies whose daughters are in the class started it because they didn't like the 'shake your booty' stuff going on in the regular dance classes. Or something like that. :) Anyways, they asked if Kimber wanted to join, so I asked her and she said yes. <br />
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So we changed town day to Mondays. <br />
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Kimber was really excited to go. She was a few weeks behind the other girls and I expected her to be shy. She was. In fact she spent the first 5 minutes crying and glued to my side. Then she spent the next 10 to 15 minutes standing there with what I call her "Tommy" look on. It says something like "I'm not doing anything you ask, and you can't make me". The girl who is teaching the class is super sweet and was very patient with her. By the time they were done, I had joined the other Mom's in the other room and Kimber was smiling and doing everything everyone else was.... as long as Miss Emma held her hand...<br />
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I had a good laugh at one point. The siblings and Mom's of the girls were in another room off to the side, so as not to distract the girls. Dakota 'told' me (with sign language) she wanted a drink. So I asked the lady who lived in the house where I could get her some water. She led the way through the living room, where the girls were practicing, to the kitchen. The girls were very absorbed in what they were doing and didn't even look up at her and her cute little baby. Tyrel had seen me leaving the room and didn't want to miss a chance to see some other part of the house. So he came walking through the living room in his Wranglers, boots, and western shirt, just his normal clothes. Every one of those 3-7ish year old girls turned and watched him walk by at the same time. It was SO funny. He just nodded and kept on his way. I told Stephen later that cowboys always have that affect on girls, I just didn't realise it began so early!<br />
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The scary happened later when we were in WalMart. I was looking at the little girl ballet clothes so Kimber could dress like the other little girls in her class. Kimber was in the basket part of the cart, and Dakota was in the seat. She does NOT like the seatbelt, and I had made the decision that I would be right beside her, so I wouldn't strap her in. Do you see where this is going? <br />
So I turned away from the cart for a mere moment to see if I could find a smaller size of tights or something. I heard something fall, and thought Dakota was knocking socks off the rack on the other side of the aisle. I turned around to tell her to stop and she wasn't in the cart. She was on the far side of it, flat on her back, with her head part way under the cart. I quickly and gently picked her up. She let out one loud, long scream. As she screamed the pupils of her eyes grew to almost as big as the blue. Then her eyes shut and she went limp in my arms. Yall, I thought my baby had just died in my arms. I started praying and yelling for help all at once. A few employees showed up and someone called 911. Dakota opened her eyes but wasn't really responding to anything. I called Stephen, who was on his way to class. He got there before the EMT's. By then she was snuggled against me and sucking her finger. Stephen pulled out his flashlight and checked her eyes. They were responding well. The EMT's got there and checked her and said we might take her to the doctor but she seemed okay, just in shock. <br />
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She has been her normal self the past few days. I am SO thankful for God's protection. I just want to wrap her in bubble wrap for a while. She is always climbing things, or slipping on the floor and bonking her head. It's bad enough normally, but I especially don't want her to right now!<br />
<br />Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-83062742467460609072013-01-23T18:37:00.000-06:002013-01-23T18:37:09.870-06:00Life HappeningsHello! It has been a while since we last talked! I just kinda got in a funk and quit posting for a while. I have a couple of random things I was thinking of talking about if I can remember them as I go along. <br />
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I ordered the seeds for my garden. I always look forward to spring and getting out in the garden! When my seeds came in my husband and I both had a good laugh at me. I ordered some herbs this year. I don't know a whole lot about some of them, but I ordered ones I had heard of while ordering dried herbs and such in the past. When I saw the picture on the front of one I just started laughing so hard. Stephen asked why I was laughing, so I told him what it was. He laughed at me too. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I had heard what it was. But I had forgotten. I thought that the weeds I battle every year to keep them from taking over my garden was ragweed. It isn't. It is horehound. Which I ordered a packet of seeds for. Even in the middle of winter they are in my yard. In fact, it is the ONLY thing other than dirt and mesquite in my yard right now. <br />
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The motherhood retreat that I have gone to for the past 7 years is coming up quickly. I am kind of nervous about it this year though. I will have both of my little girls with me this year. Kimber is going because her best friend is going. Her best friend's Mom is one of the ladies who started this retreat and is also a good friend of mine. Every year, except the first one, that I have gone I have either been pregnant or nursing. I am still nursing Dakota, so she will be there also. But that isn't what I'm nervous about. I know I will have plenty of help with them. I am nervous because a friend of mine, Kimber's best friend's big sister, is supposed to play guitar and sing to lead worship at retreat this year... but she has to work Friday night. So it was either clap and sing without music or ME play guitar on Friday night. EEEK! I really enjoy playing, but I am also fairly new to it, and very shy in front of people. I am looking forward to it in a weird sort of way too though. I enjoy (sometimes and depending on what) challenging myself to do things that are out of my comfort zone.<br />
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Stephen is over half way through the academy and doing very well. He is #2 in the class. They are done with a lot of the book work for now. He started defensive tactics on Monday. He has shown/ taught me the stuff he learned in it. It is pretty fun, but would be rather awkward at times if it wasn't my husband I was sparring with. <br />
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I fell of the getting back in shape wagon a month or so ago, so I am trying to get back on it. My mom and grandma and some cousins and other family are keeping each other accountable to walk at least 300 miles this year. My cousin is fixing to make my competitive side come out though! But that could be a good thing. Then we'll both work even harder. :)<br />
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I shall endeavor to post more often. I may even get ambitious and get pictures off of my camera and onto the computer to post!<br />
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Fare thee well for now my friend. AdiosBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-17308463644176199852012-10-16T12:45:00.000-05:002012-10-16T12:45:07.760-05:00How am I doing?As I drive down the road to town, the kids talking incessantly in the backseat. I don't mean to, but I tune them out. I reach over and turn on the radio. They quiet down to listen. I switch between the country stations and christian music stations. It doesn't matter which one, I always hear something that makes it happen. All these emotions I have <strike>neatly packed away</strike> stuffed down and stomped into place. A padlock tightly closed. The key hidden. I didn't mean to put them there, but they are there. I can't get them to come out most of the time. But now and then, especially driving, with the music on, the come up. Such a wave that crying doesn't cover it. I scream. Hit the steering wheel. The kids ask what is wrong, then answer the question to each other, because they know. "Mama is just missing Uncle Bill." <br />
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I do. Most of the time life is just routine and I don't even think of him. Or when I do it is a funny memory and I laugh. It isn't even the fact that he is gone that gets me. It's that next week he still will be. Next month. Next year. All my life. My kids will only have stories and pictures to remember. I never know whether to tell people "I have six brother's or I HAD six brothers". <br />
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Less often now, but it still happens. I play the phone call through my head. It was not quite six in the morning. The moment I looked at the clock as the phone rang I knew something was wrong. I leapt out of bed and grabbed my phone from where it was charging. It was Mom. Her voice a forced calm. Asking if Stephen is home. My mind thinks "Oh no, Dad...." Then she says "Bill died". Wait, what?? He's only 30. I saw him last week! I'm in too much shock to cry. I just tell her okay. Do I need to call anyone. She says no, she'll do it. <br />
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My brothers 'left' and I call each other as we get the news. The tears come. This can't be right. God says we can raise the dead... do I have the faith. I call brothers. They are thinking the same thing. We begin fasting. Tell friends who will stand with us. So sure. Pumped. Excited! <br />
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Then coming home... Did we hear wrong? Did we give up too soon? Was our faith not strong enough? I still don't know. But I do know that God is in control no matter what. <br />
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I miss you so much Bill. I love you brother. Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-39268434151525131272012-10-10T17:42:00.000-05:002012-10-10T17:42:03.072-05:00Catching Up~Dakota is aaaalmost walking<br />
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~Stephen is really enjoying class. He has made two friends in class. They are both named Stephen/ Steven also.<br />
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~I just got back from visiting my parents. It was under very sad circumstances. A very dear friend of ours passed away. I was going to do a whole post about that, but can't yet. <br />
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~Kimber will be 3 this month<br />
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~My newest nephew will be born either late this month or early next month.<br />
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~This is a very birthday rich month for our family actually. Grandma, Father in law, Ben, Friend Brittany, Sister in law, Mom, Kimber, and some more friends!<br />
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~I'm getting antsy to know where Stephen will get hired. Looking online at houses in all the areas we've discussed. He's going to go applying in January or so. He graduates in May. <br />
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~I have registered to go to the <a href="http://www.bigbendcowboychurch.com/userFiles/727/flyer_2.pdf">Cowgirl</a> Gathering in November, where I should get to meet some blogging buddies!<br />
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~Here is a video of the kids and I making cookies a few weeks ago. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzHk6EFn8zw&feature=g-upl">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PzHk6EFn8zw&feature=g-upl</a><br />
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Go to my MIL's blog to read about the rain we got last week! I missed it but it was amazing! <a href="http://mom2countrykids.blogspot.com/">http://mom2countrykids.blogspot.com/</a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-18445200221822268282012-08-14T16:57:00.001-05:002012-08-14T16:57:35.962-05:00Just A 'stache<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
Stephen came home last night with a very large book about laws and some very sad news. As you go through the academy they hold you to the same rules as they will in a department once you are employed as an officer. That means Stephen had to shave his beard off this morning. I miss it. A lot. We knew that was a possibility, but were hoping if he kept it trimmed he could keep it. Nope. A mustache is the most he can have. He did keep that. </div>
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That book is a lot thicker than it looks in the picture. It is only one of the books he brought home. He is really excited to get started!</div>
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In other news, we have a new pup! A friend gave it to us, as he didn't want to go through the trouble of trying to sell them. It is a Hanging Tree cowdog. Tyrel named him Cactus. I was afraid to let Tyrel just name him, as he comes up with some really unusual names sometimes (treeless, truckless, perfy) So I told him we would take a vote. He said "I want to name him Cactus!" and Kimber said "Yeah, Cactus". I used to have a pup name Cactus Jack before we had kids. So I said yes, that would be an alright name.</div>
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He's a really good pup, and I really like his personality. He stays with the kids good, but isn't overly jumpy and all over everyone. </div>
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No, not Tyrel! He's homeschooled, silly! </div>
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My man is starting the police academy today. Well not technically police academy, because he wants to be a deputy, not a city police. But he starts his classes to get TCLOESE certified. He is going at night 3 days a week and every other Saturday. We are very excited for this new path. About everything we have ever done has something to do with livestock. Which is something we love, but Stephen really wants more ACTION! Eventually we want to get our own ranch or something because agriculture is something we love, but we are very excited for the perks of his new career. Such as semi scheduled hours. Scheduled days off. Guilt free vacations. Being able to legally open carry anywhere we travel, etc. Actually that last one is a BIG reason for him doing this. <br />
I am already praying for protection for when he gets a job. There was an officer near here killed a few weeks ago that was just 2 weeks younger than Stephen. I have cried and prayed so much for his wife. <br />
So yeah, if you want you can be praying that God will open up the right job in the right place for him when he graduates in May. He has one place in particular he would like, but there are lots of places that would be good. Including the county we already live in. <br />
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I love you so much Stephen and I am proud of you for going where you feel God is leading, and doing something you'll not only be great at, but that you'll love to do!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-39173370224336204012012-07-25T09:37:00.001-05:002012-07-25T09:44:33.012-05:00Birthday Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
How did I end up the Mama of a five year old already?! This boy is growing SO fast. This year he has learned to ride a bike, to swim, is learning to read, has memorised Psalm 1, and is about the smartest little boy I know. But then, I AM a little biased. But really, he has got a memory like you wouldn't believe. He has a fantastic sense of direction, and NEVER forgets anything. Except where he left his boots...</div>
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He is part mountain goat. <br />
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Part cheetah.<br />
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Part monkey. <br />
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And all boy. He doesn't like cake, pie, cobbler, etc very much and asked if we could just do ice cream for his birthday. I said that was fine, but if he wanted a cake we could make one I saw on Pinterest out of watermelon. He really enjoyed that. <br />
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Stephen and I got him a new cowboy hat for his birthday. He got one for his first birthday and has worn it out. He didn't like it anymore because it does not hold it's shape. The brim is floppy. He got right to work getting his new one good and broke in by helping Daddy load a trailer full of goat. Cowboy hats always look better used. <br />
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And here he is growing closer to fitting in Daddy's boots. He may always bemoan the fact that all his 'cowboy shirts'and wranglers are dirty and he had to wear a T-shirt the day he turned 5. <br />
He loves all things cowboy, has gotten to where he can sit on his donkey, but is still working on making him go, and yesterday told someone that when he grows up he wants to be a cowboy and a deputy like his Daddy. (Which is another post, but Stephen starts law enforcement academy next month!) He loves guns, tractors, horses, cows, and gardening. He is really and truly a help to me now, and not just entirely in training to help. He loves to go to work with Daddy and is very sweet to and sometimes too rough with his sisters. He is opinionated and energetic. <br />
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We love you so much Tyrel. I love seeing glimpses of the man you will become. Be blessed son.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-7304392960999634822012-07-18T18:16:00.001-05:002012-07-18T18:16:48.486-05:00Recipe Swap<img alt="Grab some new recipes!" height="260" id="Image5_img" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4P6ws2Yo2qk/T-OFr9N_LuI/AAAAAAAAFWU/ZmfYIUytiUY/s270/001.jpg" style="visibility: visible;" width="260" /><br />
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About time huh? I have a whole list of lame excuses I won't go into as to why I am just now getting around to posting the recipe I got from Rachel. <br />
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So without further adieu, Mexican Lasagna. It was very tasty! Tyrel and Kimber give it a big thumbs up!<br />
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This will for sure be made again at our house. Thanks so much Rachel! And also Jennifer for doing the recipe swap! <br />
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My niece has been visiting us for the past almost 3 weeks. I may get around to posting more about her actual visit later, but right now here is the zoo! We met my Mom in Ft. Worth at my Grandma's house, and Mom took Alana back to her mom in Oklahoma. But while we were in Ft. Worth we went to the zoo. </div>
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My brother's Daniel and Sam (Who turned 16 last week) had never been to a zoo! </div>
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It was a lot of fun and the kids were very good. I think they really enjoyed it. </div>
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Daniel is helping Kimber see the tortoises. Really Daniel you look good with your haircut. We took a vote. </div>
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Dakota really liked riding in the stroller. She must have felt like a big girl. When she got sleepy I carried her in the baby carrier though. </div>
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Grandpa and Grandma went with us. It was so nice to get to spend the day with family. I just wish Stephen had been with us. </div>
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I really like the picture below. This is Kimber watching the river otters swim. </div>
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We were there for several hours. My legs were getting sore... and I'm even getting in fairly decent shape. </div>
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It is just so neat to see so many of the animals God created! He is so creative! </div>
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So yes, it was a good day. </div>
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Tyrel thinks boots are the ONLY thing to wear on your feet. I have recently made him a very happy boy by making all his western shirts short sleeved. I wouldn't let him wear them every day because it's so hot. Also I would like him to not be pasty white. Thats also why I make him wear shorts when all he wants to wear is Wranglers. And cut offs don't count. Hey, vitamin D is good for you!</div>
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I have no idea... Looks like Tyrel being silly, R telling me Hook Em Horns (Ahem Boomer Sooner to you young lady!) and K and Kimber arguing. </div>
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We got to the edge of the field when he only had about 2 more runs (swipes? rows?) of the field to do. </div>
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The kids all waved to the driver. He seemed amused (from what I could see of him) to have an audience. <br />
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Tyrel and R and K spent their time arguing whether it was a tractor or a combine. I told them "Yes". It is a tractor, that is a combine.</div>
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In other news, my garden is growing better than it ever has before. I think it thrives on a certain amount of neglect. I've tried too much neglect in the past and it didn't do well, and too much water and attention in the past and it didn't do well. Yes I said TOO MUCH water in West Texas. I think I drown the seeds before they could sprout. Last year was too hot and dry for anything I think. About half the corn I planted is growing well. The other half Tyrel's donkey stuck his head through the fence and ate. But all in all God has blessed us so much with this years garden!</div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-67555853668336812192012-05-29T20:40:00.000-05:002012-05-29T20:49:01.821-05:007 Years!<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As of yesterday (May 28th) Stephen and I have been married for 7 wonderful years. A friend of ours (pictured below) said he couldn't believe it had been that long, he was thinking about a year and a half...because we act like it. Yes we do Ted, and I am so thankful. </div>
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So yes, we went to see Ted on Saturday. He tells everyone that we are his grandkids and our kids are his great grandkids. We might as well be. He is like family to us. He is an old horse trader, who has done about everything in his life. He was a ranch and rodeo cowboy (yes there IS a difference in most cases) as a young man. He can braid and tool leather beautifully. He can make saddles or just about anything with leather you want. He can draw. He was a sniper in Vietnam. He loves his grandkids and spoils and works them all at once. He is the one who gave us Tyrel's donkey. His advice was to put them out in the yard together and if there was screaming look out the window, if there was no blood, then don't worry about it. </div>
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He had some puppies that the kids had fun playing with. And we went out driving on the Gator so Tyrel could show Ted how he is learning to drive. <br />
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This horse is named Stickhorse. He is a great kid horse..... as long as you don't take his picture. Seriously. He was camera shy. This picture was taken and before it finished going "click" He was gone and Tyrel was caught by Ted before he hit the ground. Then Ted turned and told us sorry, he forgot to tell us not to take a picture.<br />
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After we watered the horses Tyrel and Ted had to argue about whether Ted had sprayed him or if the HOSE sprayed him. Ted says the hose did. And Tyrel says Ted did. So they are both right. <br />
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Then we went down to the spring and the guys looked at all the tracks around. Mostly wild hogs and horses. <br />
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While the kids and I explored. (Dakota was asleep in her carseat in the Gator)</div>
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Sunday most of the folks from our home church were out of town so we went fishing! It was the first time we went since Tyrel's birthday. In July. It was pretty hot when we got there so the kids and I went and played in the water for a while. It got deep quick so I had to hold on to them pretty good, or I would have had Dakota out there with us. <br />
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Daddy caught a fish as big as Dakota! She wanted to pet it. But since she sucks her fingers I wouldn't let her. Such a mean Mama. <br />
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Both of the bigger kids really like fishing. I hope we go more often this year. <br />
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Kimber isn't sure she wants to touch them yet though. <br />
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Stephen caught about 4 fish and I caught one. Unfortunately the kids didn't catch any, though Kimber did 'help' Daddy reel in the big one. </div>
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For supper yesterday we had some steak and corn on the cob and salad and peach cobbler to celebrate our anniversary. It was a fun, if interesting day! To start off right after Stephen left for work, the kids and I went to the big house (Stephen's parents house) to feed the kittens and such while they were gone. One of the kittens had died in the night so I had to deal with that. We have no idea what happened. So while I was dealing with that, Tyrel runs as fast as he can to the potty. He tends to wait until he CAN'T wait to go. He comes running right back out of the bathroom yelling there is a MOUSE in the toilet! I was thinking "great, another dead animal to deal with". For some reason I asked Tyrel "Is it dead?" He said no. Oh ok. A live mouse in the toilet. Just flushing it down crossed my mind, but I couldn't do it. It looked so scared and drowning would be a horrible way to die. So I caught it in a coffee can and let it go outside. </div>
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Then the kids and I loaded up in the pickup to run to town. I was wanting to do a nice dinner for our anniversary. I didn't want to drive all the way to the town we usually shop in though. So I headed to the closest grocery store, about 20 miles away. We are almost out of beef at the homeplace is why I did not just go to the freezer. So I get there and the meat they have out at the grocery store was MOLDY! I couldn't believe it. I didn't even want to buy their not moldy meat after I saw that. So I got some corn and stuff for peach cobbler and headed home and called Stephen to ask him to bring some steak home. </div>
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He had to go pick up a load in Ft. Worth this morning so he had me go pick him up at the highway, where he left his truck that evening. On the way up there I ran out of gas in the pickup. I had three barefoot children, was barefoot myself. I was about a mile and a half from the house and about a mile and a half from the highway. So I called my MIL (whom had been home maybe an hour?) and asked if they had any gas in a gas can. My FIL came and put a gascan worth of gas in the pickup. I got about a mile down the road and thought I ran out of gas again. I thought there was no way unless the gas tank under the pickup had a leak. I looked behind us and didn't see any proof of that. So I called Stephen and he agreed that I shouldn't be out of gas. So he said for me to hit the gas tank with my hand a few times and try to start it again. So I did. And it worked. Which means our fuel pump is going out. So it was a fun day. But really none of it bothered me. I really thought the whole day was pretty funny. </div>
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So I hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial Day weekend and thanked those who have sacrificed SO much for our country. </div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-13885907732939769722012-03-26T20:13:00.000-05:002012-05-09T16:24:49.670-05:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">
Here are some of the pictures I've taken of Ben and Paula since they've been engaged. Some of them we went out with the intention of taking engagement pictures, and some are just, "Hey this is a pretty place, lets take some engagement pictures real quick!" Some are silly, because well, we tend to be on the silly side most of the time. That's how we roll. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">When we found the pitchfork (threek?) in the hay barn we couldn't resist.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here we were just recreating one of my favorite engagement pictures ever. The original was of my cousin Tammy and her (now) husband. It fit them perfectly, but it's pretty cute for Ben and Paula as well. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">You look lovely Paula dahling. :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I mostly added this one because you can actually see how long Paula's hair is. She normally has it in a bun, but its sooo pretty and long. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look! Green grass! It was in East Texas, but it's kinda sorta almost that green here now! Thank You Lord for the rain!</td></tr>
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Congratulations Ben and Paula. I love ya'll!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-78645819394688255832012-03-21T12:53:00.000-05:002012-03-21T12:53:50.141-05:00Putting My Trust in GodAfter these past few weeks, I find myself having to run to God and put my trust in him so I don't fall into great amounts of fear. When I get on Facebook, it seems to be full of prayer requests. I stop and fervently pray for each one. I keep seeing God's hand and His Grace come through on each of them. It calms me. To know that he is in control. I have struggled with fear a lot in the past, so now I just have to keep turning to God, taking each thought captive, and put my trust in Him. Because really, what else can we do?<br />
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I figured out a way, albeit slow and I can't edit them, to get pictures onto the computer. Here are some cute ones from the past several months.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See that cute boy on the left? He's my nephew. He's going to be a big brother in November. I'm excited.</td></tr>
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Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-12756297106099264022012-03-16T09:36:00.000-05:002012-03-16T09:36:45.875-05:00Never EnoughNo matter how much time you spend with those you love, no matter how close knit of a family you are, once you know that you won't get to see someone from your family again until your time on earth is over, the time you did have just doesn't seem like enough. <br />
Until this past week I had never lost anyone REALLY close to me. I have lost grandparents, which is very hard, but when it's your brother it is something altogeher different. <br />
I don't know if it is from being in a semi large family, or if it has to do with being homeschooled, or just the way we were parented, but my family has always been extremely close. <br />
I didn't agree with the way my brother lived. In fact, our lifestyles were nearly polar opposite, but that didn't keep us from loving to be together and have fun. We always have so much fun together. <br />
My older brother Bill died early Saturday morning. His 31st birthday will be April 29th, the day after Ben and Paula's wedding. Bill was always up for a good time, and loved to spend time with his family. I was on the phone with him right before I shot that deer the night before Dakota was born. He thought that was awesome. He loved to dare people to do things. Or he'd say if I did some goofy thing he'd give me a dollar and then ask to borrow a dollar. He loved to laugh and would do anything for a laugh. There are so many things now I wish I hadn't been too afraid to tell him. I DID tell him I loved him. But I wish I'd told him how proud I was that he was trying to get clean. I kept meaning to, but I never really thought this would happen. I thought I had time. I hope his 3 year old daughter will remember him. He loved her so much. I know this is rambly and random, I just needed to tell.... someone. Bill I love you so much. I will miss your laughter. I will miss your phone calls that lasted SOO long that I was looking for reasons to get off the phone so I could actually get something done. I'm sorry. I wouldn't try to get off the phone now. I'd love a call. Chris misses you. A lot. You were his best friend. Not having you to see when he gets out is going to be hard for him. I wish I could give him a hug. At least the rest of us have each other to lean on. I miss you so much brother, and I hope a day doesn't go by that I don't think of you.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-77774509467739608472012-03-06T13:35:00.002-06:002012-03-06T13:35:20.927-06:00Learning the Ropes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Yesterday evening as I was sitting here at the computer feeding Dakota, the phone rang. It was my MIL from out in the barn. She said I might want to grab a camera and get out there.</div>
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She suggested he get the rope hanging in the barn to help him. Once I got out there I kinda gave him a few pointers on using a rope. Not that I am a great roper, but I did coil it for him and show him how to hold it.</div>
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He chased the bigger calf around and around the barn lot. </div>
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He got discouraged and asked me to do it for him a few times. I told him he was doing great, and that me doing it for him wouldn't teach him to rope. He's seen Daddy do it enough that watching me wouldn't help. I just think he was surprised that it wasn't as easy as Daddy makes it look.</div>
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He got it over the calf once, but didn't pull it tight and the calf went right on through. Eventually he got him chased into the barn. </div>
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Then he started on the smaller one. It was a little more his size. I was a little worried about him actually catching the bigger one. </div>
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He got the rope over her (we need to work on where to hold the rope as I can see by the above picture).</div>
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The calf wasn't very happy about having a rope on her. <br />
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He pulled<br />
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And pulled<br />
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I told him to get up there closer to her. <br />
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So he worked his way up the rope<br />
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And pulled some more. Eventually I grabbed the end of the rope so the calf would quit getting farther from the barn, but I made him use his own muscle to get her closer. (You can see Granola chasing an ornery milk goat around behind him)</div>
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Finally, with a little help from Granola behind the calf, he got her pulled in. He was very proud. He had to go call his Daddy and tell him that he'd roped a calf. He got a rope burn, but I think he's kinda proud of it too. :)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-61251270622257392212012-02-21T16:24:00.000-06:002012-02-21T16:24:30.755-06:00Gardening, Sourdough, and Mutton Bustin.Spring has pretty much sprung here in West Texas. Not that winter might not show up for a little while still. <br />
The jalapenos, tomatillos, cayenne, and different varieties of tomatoes that I planted in the house are sprouting. My lettuce and spinach had just barely started peaking out of the ground also, but a certain miniature donkey that resides in our yard helped me with that. I looked out the window today and saw him rolling in my garden bed. So I had a brilliant idea...... put the fence back up around the garden! Genius right? I know, I'm quick like that. All I had to do was move the fence panel back in place and wire it. It took all of 2 minutes, because I had to look around for some wire. We had moved it a few months ago when we were working on our house. So hopefully the plants will make a comeback. <br />
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A new friend of mine that I met at retreat this year gave me some sourdough starter a week ago. So far all I have done is make sourdough waffles, and research sourdough. I am hopefully going to get the proceedings started tonight for some bread tomorrow. I was going to do that last night and make bread today, but after getting kiddos bathed and in bed, I forgot. <br />
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We are going to a birthday party for my grandad in a few weeks. I am really excited. It will be like a family reunion if everyone that says they are coming actually comes. I will get to meet some of my cousins new babies. Even newer than Dakota babies. <br />
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The rodeo is in town in our part of the country. We enjoy going every year. Stephen and I really like going to the smaller ones that they have in the small towns in the area during the summer, but the big one in February is fun also. This year they were having a mutton bustin competition in one of the barns on the fairgrounds. They have kids ride in the rodeo every year, but I never knew how to get Tyrel signed up. Well this year we signed him up at the stockshow, and they said if he got a good time he might get to ride in the rodeo. Well he didn't make a qualifying ride at 2.6 seconds, but he had fun. He told the lady that signed him up "I fell off, but I didn't cry..." She made his day by telling him that was a sign of a true cowboy. I guess I should explain mutton bustin for those of you who may not know what it is. Basically you take a small Tyrel maybe even Kimber sized if they're tough enough child and put them on the back of a woolly sheep. Then let go and see how long they can hang on! Great fun for the whole family. Of course I had left my camera in the pickup, but Stephen's Mom got some pictures on her phone.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-45941839089328267182012-02-10T18:45:00.001-06:002012-02-10T18:45:27.917-06:00using words!So I guess I just need to decide to WRITE. I can't put pictures on the computer I normally use, and the computer I CAN put pictures on won't let me post anything on Blogger. <br />
That means I have to try and actually articulate. I tend to be a person that spares the details when I talk. Sometimes I can get on a roll and actually talk a lot, but normally, I tell the basics and call it good. <br />
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Ms. Dakota is growing so fast! She will be 3 months old tomorrow. She is fussier than my other babies were. Not really bad, but more than Tyrel or Kimber. She does not seem to care for the Ergo baby carrier. Tyrel and Kimber practically lived in it. Dakota wants to be held, facing the world, and with the person holding her to be standing and preferably walking. She smiles a lot and is starting to laugh. I just love baby laughs. And smiles. :)<br />
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Kimber has decided that being potty trained is the way to go again. I made her wear panties for about a week, taking her potty every 30 minutes or so, with lots of 'accidents'. Then she decided it wasn't worth the fight or something, and has had almost no accidents since. Which is still a LOT sooner than Tyrel potty trained. He was a good 3 1/2 before he was. <br />
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I got my garden started this week. I planted the cool weather things outside, such as peas, lettuce, spinach and I want to get cucumbers out too. Indoors I started the tomatoes and peppers. I have been reading some on GMO vegetables and such. I decided to try and quit buying corn products. So I am going to grow us some sweet corn, some corn for drying and grinding, and also some popcorn this year. We are praying for a wet, mild spring and summer. This past summer was record breaking hot and dry. The summer I was pregnant with Tyrel it rained a LOT (for here) and I don't think it hit 100* at all that summer. Which is VERY rare, but I'd sure take another summer like that.<br />
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Oh yes I guess I haven't told the blogging world some exciting news around here. This is something I really wish I could post pictures for, and when I can I WILL. My little brother Ben is ENGAGED! His betrothed is a sweet young lady whom also is a friend of mine. Back when I was 19 and she was 14 we worked together for some friends of ours, raising baby deer. Now SHE is 19 and engaged to marry my brother! I am excited to have another sister! I have to get my sisters through marriage since all I have is brothers. Congratulations Ben and Paula! Oh yeah, here is a link that my Mom made telling about them, and showing pictures of them growing up. Well of Ben growing up, and Paula now. We still need to get together and scan pictures of Paula growing up to put on there. <a href="http://benandpaula.shutterfly.com/">http://benandpaula.shutterfly.com/</a>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-86064932225582806752011-11-25T17:51:00.001-06:002011-11-25T18:06:00.820-06:00A Poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For babies grow up <br />
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Yesterday I took advantage of dressing up my family for Thanksgiving to snap some family pictures. I started the day out with a brown skirt on, and Dakota had on brown pants so we matched a little better, but before we took pictures Dakota threw up all over both of us. So we changed. </div>
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My friend Paula took the pictures of all of us. I took the one of just Stephen and the kids, and Stephen took the one of the kids and I.<br />
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I also made the mistake of waiting til after we ate to take pictures. If you look closely you can see food on the kids clothes, and maybe a little on their faces.<br />
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I got the idea for this last picture off of Pinterest. I really like how it turned out. He's such a good Daddy. I'll bet my Grandma will ask for a 8X10 glossy. :)<br />
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I've got Thanksgiving pictures to post also. I just don't feel like making another post at the moment. So you can wait. :)Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-79457915585274487272011-11-22T19:40:00.001-06:002011-11-23T15:09:53.894-06:00Dakota's Birth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
So I think I am actually going to post the whole birth story. I have never done that before because, well even though I enjoy reading other people's birth stories I don't like writing about myself all that much. That's why I post pictures and say so little. So if you are opposed to reading about waters breaking and cervix's and such, you may want to skip this post. :) Just fair warning.</div>
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So this story would not be complete if I didn't tell you that on the evening of November 10th I got my first deer of the year. Sorry we didn't get any pictures of big ol' pregnant me with the deer. Stephen did most of the gutting of it for me, and then we let it hang all night since it was a cold night. Since I was in labor the next morning my brothers in law skinned it and put it in the fridge for us to process later. <br />
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So I pretty much 'knew' I would have the baby on the 11th. (but I don't put a whole lot of store in what I 'know' about my pregnancies anymore. Because I KNEW I was going to have a boy. Really. I was very surprised (and certainly happy. Yay, my girls with both have a sister.) that Miss Dakota was a girl. But the reason I was so sure of the 11th is because God seems to answer even silly prayers sometimes. See I keep hoping that one of these years I will get to go with the folks at our church who go on Trek each summer. Where they go backpacking in the mountains for a week. So at the beginning of the year I more just said than 'prayed' that if I was going to get pregnant this year and miss Trek that I hoped the baby would at least have a 'cool' birthday like 11-11-11 or maybe 9-10-11. So when I found out I was pregnant and the baby would be due Novemberish, I kinda thought it would be then. <br />
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So yes. On with the story. I woke up about 2 AM pretty sure that I was in labor. I knew it could be a long day so I laid back down and tried to get some sleep. I couldn't sleep through the contractions, but I slept between them pretty well. When one would start I would look at the clock to see how close together they were. They were between 2 and 5 minutes apart for quite a while. Once when Stephen kinda woke up, I let him know that things had started. Then I texted my Mom to let her know when she woke up. At exactly 4 AM I called my midwife to let her know things were happening. She sounded wide awake. I figured she was just good at sounding awake so people wouldn't feel they were bothering her. Yeah. She had walked in her door and sat on her bed at 3:55 from another birth I found out later. She lives an hour and a half from us, so she said she'd get her stuff together and see us about 6. <br />
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When she got there I had given up on trying to get any sleep and was sitting by the wood burning stove in the rocking chair. The contractions were closer together, but still very tolerable. Soon after she got there the kids and Stephen came out and Stephen fixed them some breakfast. I didn't feel like eating so I set about making beds and getting the kids clothes out for the day. After that we just kind of hung out for a while with the kids bouncing around and being excited because someone was at our house. We told them why Miss Carol was there but I don't think they really understood that the baby would be there that day. For them to see. Since we seemed to be doing fine, Carol asked if we would mind if she went to take a nap. This was when she told us that she'd been up all night at another birth. We called my MIL next door and she came and got the kids so the house would be quiet enough for Carol to sleep. <br />
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While Carol napped Stephen and I stood in the living room and watched birds fly around in the wheat field. We joked alot, and I kept saying this was the most tolerable labor I'd had so far. Not fun by any means, but certainly not hard. About 10:45 after Carol got up, she said she wanted to 'check' me. I was not as far along as we had expected. I was dilated to a 5 and the baby was 'right there'. The problem was that my cervix was tilted way to the back and was no longer dilating because the baby wasn't 'on' it. Sooo. Carol had to pull it forward, which wasn't pleasant. The very next contraction...wow. It was no longer the most tolerable labor ever. It may have been my hardest one from that point. All day Stephen and I had been texting back and forth with my brothers, my mom and some friends. Not long after this I sent out a text asking them to pray for me because it was getting HARD. Like, if I had been in a hospital I probably would have asked for drugs. <br />
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So yeah, it stayed like that...and got more intense up until a little before 1:20 when I was finally complete and could push. With Tyrel and Kimber the pushing was a relief and didn't seem all that bad compared to right beforehand. This time it was just as bad as the contractions. Dakota was not in the most optimal position to come out. She was turned funny. She shoulders were actually harder to get out than the head because she wouldn't turn like she was supposed to. So then she was born and all was well. Only we didn't have a girl name picked out. We had narrowed it down to 'my pick' and Stephen's pick. I told Stephen I liked 'his' name and wrote out several middle names and asked him which he liked. He barely glanced at it and said 'Dakota Rose'. So then we had a name (this was a few hours later). Tyrel and Kimber adore her. <br />
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Oh and Stephen has been 'Super-Dad and Husband' ever since then. With Tyrel and Kimber my Mom was here and so afterwards there wasn't a whole lot for him to have to do. This time he has been dressing, feeding, bathing kids. A lot of times with Dakota on his arm or in the sling. He has been doing dishes and laundry and general clean up like a pro. I am glad I am getting to where I can help out SOME and will soon be able to take back over MY work. I feel bad with him going to work and doing all the house stuff, but he keeps telling me he doesn't mind and to just get better and not to push it getting back into the swing of things. </div>
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*Carol took all the pictures except for the family picture, which my MIL took.</div>Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6281296066877209461.post-27308814009674976332011-11-12T17:21:00.001-06:002011-11-12T17:23:58.848-06:00It's a Girl!!Sorry I can't get pictures to load!! I will keep trying. But her name is Dakota Rose. She was 8lbs. 5.5oz. 20 1/2 inches. <br />
Yes she was born on 11-11-11, at 1:20PM. Mama and Baby are both doing well. I'll post more with pictures when I can.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02821582137593676196noreply@blogger.com6