Cinderella in our Home

This is a really short, but random post today. I have been meaning to record this into Britton’s babybook but for some reason it seems more convenient to post, with the hopes that I will one day print these entries for her baby book.

Cinderella, in our home, is pronounced: sin-da-l’elle-lah

Britton loves to pretend play, so she takes her barbies and I hear her acting act scenes saying, “sin-da-l’elle-lah no!”. Kenley, ever watching her big sis, has decided that she too likes barbies.

We head back to Shands March 12th for another echo, I have been pretty assured that all will go well at our next visit but as it looms closer, suddenly I am not so confident.


The Difference

I woke up this morning feeling overwhelmed. I have a list a mile long of things to do- pay bills, laundry, mow (yes, I may behaving OCD because I occassionally tackle the lawn), jog, shower, prepare dinner, return phone calls, work on rentals, etc. Out of nowhere, a poem, that I used to keep in my wallet came to mind. I couldn’t remember its entirety, only a line. Not sure what we did before google.

I got up early one morning and rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish, I didn’t have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me and grew heavier with each task;
Why doesn’t God help me, I wondered;
He answered, “You didn’t ask.”
I wanted to see joy and beauty, but the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn’t show me –
He said, “But you didn’t seek.”
I tried to come into God’s presence;
I used all my keys at the lock;
God gently and lovingly chided, “My child, you didn’t knock.”
I woke up early this morning and paused before entering the day;
I had so much to accomplish
that I had to take time to pray.
by Grace Naessens

Splish Splash

I was in Destin this weekend for Sara Britton’s Bachelorette party, and my friend Holly told us a funny story about her son, Jackson, playing in the toilets. She said he is so intrigued by them that she has to shut the door to their bathrooms. I thought to myself, boys.

Today, after I finished tidying up Kenley’s nursery I walked down the hallway to find her splish-splashing in her bathroom. She even tested a screw cover to see if it would sink (it did). Thankfully, Britton had flushed last time she had visited the scene. Kenley also managed to pull most of the toilet paper off the roll- something I had previously thought Britton had been doing.

I now need to go shower for the second time today, before heading downtown to the homeless shelter to serve food.

From this point forward, unless we want more water play, the bathroom doors in our home will be shut.


I haven’t posted pictures lately. But then again, I haven’t been blogging anything.

I’ve had the imageevent website up since 2003, so two sites might be a little much. I should keep this going so I can use it for “baby book” purposes one day.

Cold Weekend

Daddy made it home tonight after, what seems like, a long weekend away. In actuality, he was only gone for two nights but it always seems longer. We managed to stay enertained with the confines of our warm home. Seems like the coldest days this winter have been this week. My sweet friend lost her 3-year-old little girl after a two year battle to cancer, one week ago today. No one can possibly imagine what that must be like. Our prayers, Britton’s too, are with their family. She has taught me to enjoy every moment with my little ones. Every moment.

“And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me. But if anyone causes one of these little ones who believe in me to sin, it would be better for him to have a large millstone hung around his neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea. ” -Matthew 18:5-6