Sweet Shot Day: numero uno!

Today is the very first Sweet Shot Day!

I am visiting my family in Fort Worth this week. With my photogenic and funny niece around, I had ample opportunity to catch a few shots.

When I permalinked over @m3b, it wanted me to pick a thumbnail.

Look at how I'm already breaking the unspoken rules by not being able to pick ONE favorite from this week (or even just one from today!).

What do you think?

Go HERE to see more Sweet Shots.

And please tell me if you play along-- I would love to see through your lens!

party at the parents'

I'm visiting with my family for a few days. We've had such a great time together, it's hard to believe that I only arrived yesterday afternoon!

Just a few shots from our day so far...

My double-jointed boy. Doesn't it look like he has a broken arm?!

Coco and her Canon are here.

I love her in spite of her treacherous Canon. (You must overlook some things for the sake of the sisterhood.)

I gave my niece Emily-bemily-boo some new hair clips. She liked all of them.

At the SAME TIME.

Poor Lulu has much dorkiness to adjust to. She's handling it as well as can be expected.

My baby sister and her husband are here too.

I like them together. They belong together. They understand each other. Scary and amusing at the same time. :)

And then there's moi. Fitting right in with my bad self.

(If you know me in real life, you would see how this is SO not me. I hope.)

It's a full house for the moment and the noise, sounds, laughter, and even a constant sink full of dirty dishes make me VERY happy.

Vacation, staycation, stuck in school, stuck in traffic... What's going on with y'all?

spring, sprang, sprung

Darcy asked if Spring had sprung at our house yet. The poor girl suffers in the tundra while I had to cope with this yesterday.

*achoo*

The clouds rolled away...

...and the sun warmed things up to a lovely 76 degrees.

Hank was overjoyed. You could see it on his face.

PS: Speaking of Darcy the Boybarian Queen, she has come up with yet another brilliant idea. You know you don't want to be left out!

PPS: Hey, don't forget to wish Melissa a very Happy Birthday! She has been giving away all sorts of goodies at her blog this week. Better hurry though, she chooses the final winners on Saturday, March 13th.

PPPS:

Wordless Wed: Yeah, I did it.

Posse (homeschool style)

Each week, my boys attend an enrichment program for homeschoolers. They have been going for years and love their classes, teachers and friends.

My little writer informed me today that he's part of a posse.

Visions of a ruthless gang of homeschooled boys shaking the other kids down for their snack money came to mind.

I calmly asked him what he did with his posse.

Oh, you know... hang out, make comics... that kind of thing.

Comics? I am intrigued.

Wanna know the name of our comics? Obama Wars.

He proceeds to laugh like it is the most hilarious thing EVER.

It's like Star Wars but Obama is Darth Vader!!! Luke Skywalker is John McCain!!!

Pretty clever, huh? I thought so.

It's a fierce battle.

O' Vader will not concede.

(It's surprising to see the GOP on the offense, isn't it?)

Oops. I bet that hurt.

Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing? Would you still let your kid hang out with my kid? I think it's stinkin' funny and yikes at the same time!

I suppose it would be good to have yet another talk about being respectful of the President, even if we didn't vote for him.

(Do you think this is going to set off any red flags at the White House? Do you think they'll suspend my Blogger account? If you don't hear back from me in a few days...)

3 steps to bugging your brother

1. Hide and write key games and names on a piece of paper.

2. Post on bedroom door. While chuckling to yourself.

3. Run and taunt your brother to come see.

The culprit didn't actually win the game, or so I was loudly told. I am sure that's what made this little project SO satisfying for him!

I don't know about your kids, but mine are really big on technicalities. They insist and argue that reports on each other be completely accurate down to the smallest detail.

-I didn't actually hit him, mommy. My hand barely touched him as I was walking past.

-I asked him to give it to me.

-But you didn't say please!

-I did say please.

-Well, it was the way you said it. You said it in a not polite way.

Y'know, that sort of thing.

For the record, if it had been ten degrees warmer outside, I would've dominated their basketball game. It's a little known fact that I can actually slam dunk the ball.

(Did I have you going there for a second? How about a fraction of a second?)

Surrender

In the book "When God and Grief Meet", Lynn Ieb says that there is a difference in being resigned and being surrendered to Christian's death.

Being resigned means I don't have a choice.

Being surrendered is choosing to yield myself to whatever God's plan may be.

I surrender ALL!

All to thee my blessed Savior,

I surrender all.

"It is tomorrow that fills men with dread. God is there already. All the tomorrows of our life have to pass by Him before they can get to us."

-F.B. Meyer

You don't have to be resigned to your circumstances. You can choose to surrender your situation, fears, dreams, yesterdays and tomorrows to God!

Will you choose to surrender ALL?