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Healing Waters

Kenley is healing wonderfully. I mean, looking at her face (and body) is really nothing short of a miracle. Children + human body + plastic surgeon makes healing fast. We are all so thankful that she is okay, back to her 11 year old witty-self and… went to school on Friday. Just in time for the three day weekend. Her  fractured nose has been reset and already looks great. I think Kenley is just happy to be pain free. I’ll never take a day without pain for granted again. God is good. God is great.

Just to keep life interesting in the Robinson house, Raynes has come down with some pretty nasty poison ivy. We weren’t sure what the heck it was – if anything – until today. Hands, feet, cheeks, neck, arms, ears. It’s everywhere. Being the wanna-be doctor that I am, I thought breathing in some sunny salt air and splashing a bit of salt water would help to heal his rash with its magical, unknown powers. So we drove down to The Coast for a couple of hours — on a medical quest (physical for him, mental for his parents). Not sure if that worked- judging by how he looked at bedtime tonight. So much for my medical degree.

The girls wanted to stay home- because well, they’re tween/teenagers. Raynes loves to play the part of only child. It was a treat to exhale. I hadn’t realized how tightly I have been holding in my breath over these past two weeks– until arriving at my happy place. Don’t think we had been to #STB4g in 8 months. It’s a shame, really. Sunshine, quiet, oysters, beer, and breeze. Three day weekends are the best. And a great way to kick off this week which will conclude with a long-ago planned girls trip… God’s timing makes me smile.

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

I love his big, tan legs.

 

 

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

My all time favorite place. If I’ve told Mike once, I’ve told him 1,000 times. Spread my ashes here.

 

I dislike being on the other side of the lens-- every now and then Mr. R likes to play the part of photographer telling me "there's never any photos of you." Um, yes- that was intentional, babe.

I dislike being on the other side of the lens– every now and then Mr. R likes to play the part of photographer telling me “there’s never any photos of you.” Um, yes- that was intentional, babe.

Healing Waters via grateful simplicity

 

 

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Batter Up

Sitting on my “to-do” list for months (and months) on end was Convert Home Video Tapes to DVD.  Yet that one reminder sat and sat, with an unchecked square next to it for far too long. Finally, during a routine trip to The Costco I saw their photo lab could take old home movies and turn them into something a little more high tech shall we say.

They were carefully labeled, individually tracked, converted, and sent back in their labeled and photo-filled cd covers. We picked them up after church today then Mr. Robinson and I, after unsuccessfully finding a movie on Netflix, decided to scroll down the ol’ memory lane and watch Robinson Girls 2003-2007.

It was like being taken back in time- hearing the coos of a 12 week old Baby Britton, watching B try to roll over, a 16 month-old big blue eyed Kenley saying her first sentence (“I do”). I remember every stitch of the outfits they had on from the white embroidered Feltman Brothers dress to the pink poodle pajamas with black and white gingham trim. Memories that may have been all but gone– how could I not remember what Britton’s four year old voice sounded like?

Come to think of it, since these movies have been in storage for so long there’s a good chance our girls have not seen many, if any, movies of them as babies. A photo-snapping Mama’s dream. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been wanting to show Raynes our wedding video for some time now (in my defense, he did ask). Okay, enough of that.

Prior to my sappy crying tonight watching said movies, R had his first baseball game of the season yesterday. Notice I didn’t say t-ball as he has moved up to Coach Pitch. What a difference a year makes as there was less players drawing in the dirt, asking ‘How much longer?’ and not knowing which direction was first base.  Their attention spans were longer and the games a bit lengthier. Oh how I do love baseball. Take me out to the ball game any ol’ day!

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More from Christmas Breaking

The last of the photos from last year Christmas Break. Again, mostly sitting, crafting, sitting and some Poochie snuggling. It currently feels like a tundra in our town with day 5 of freezing (literally) temperatures. Guess it goes to show – be careful what you wish for. At this point, Poochie may need to have her wardrobe beefed up. Two sweaters just aren’t enough.

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

 

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

 

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

Nobody likes a good craft more than this guy.

 

More from Christmas Breaking via grateful simplicity

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow. And it did.

Who would’ve thunk it. Snow in the south. Whenever my kids ask me if it will snow here- I’ve always told them it was doubtful. Turns out, I’m a liar.

Glad it came to my children though, instead of my driving my children to the Carolinas (thank you God- you must know I hate driving on the interstate). Florida had some giant flakes that fell for what seemed like one hour. Social media feeds flooded with photos as everyone seemed to be just as amazed at the whiteness outside the window as we were. I can remember it snowing in T-town when I was maybe 12 or so– but honestly cannot remember it snowing here since. And since I’m only 32 40, it’s been a while.

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow via grateful simplicity

 

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow via grateful simplicity

I excitedly yelled to both Britton and Kenley to “wake up, wake up- it’s snowing outside!” but only Kenley could be roused. Britton seemed to think the warmth of her bed, an a sleeping English Cocker snuggled beside her, far outweighed wet white freezing flying outside her dormer windows. Plus, she would just watch her Instagram Stories later for the highlights (don’t even get me started).

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow via grateful simplicity

Speaking of Insta Story….

 

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow via grateful simplicity

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow via grateful simplicity

 

Let it Snow, let it snow, let it snow via grateful simplicity

Hot cocoa to defrost.

 

Oh my snow, oh my snow. Until next time…

 

 

Rayne(s) Day

Tomorrow is an Ice Day from school/work. Winter Storm Grayson is descending upon us this evening bringing with it ice, bitter cold, and hopefully (but not likely) a couple of brief snowflakes. Us Florida folk do not like cold– and today was cold to the bones kind of cold. So, extra day of pajamas and hot chocolate (and Downton Abbey) for our crew me- woo hoo!

While tomorrow may be an Ice Day, we recently has a day of Raynes(s). He asks lots of questions- constant curiosity- pokes around, moves a lot, investigates often, eats rarely, and sleeps well.

Looks like tomorrow’s forecast is calling for ice, snow and some more rayne(s).

Rayne(s) Day via grateful simplicity

Christmas Eve at Nana and Gan’s

 

 

Rayne(s) Day via grateful simplicity

Caught with hand near the cookie jar. Sugar- it’s a real food group.

 

Rayne(s) Day via grateful simplicity

Sweet, sweet Mary. These two….

 

Rayne(s) Day via grateful simplicity

Rayne(s) Day via grateful simplicity

Arts and crafts. Every. single. day.

 

 

Rayne(s) Day via grateful simplicity

Curious George.