Sunday night the boys were talking to Nate before bed about God and asking questions, etc. They do this all the time and we have known they quite 'grasp' the idea of who Jesus is and who God is and what He means in their life. Growing up in a church it is pretty much religion by osmosis in that you are just so submerged in it you are going to believe it as a young child. The challenge we face as parents is getting our children to claim it for themselves and have their own relationship with their Creator not just through us.
What does that look like you may ask? Well for one praying to God and feeling like they can talk to Him; knowing He is listening and cares for them and believing that He will work in their life. Second, admitting they are sinners. That they mess up & sometimes do bad things (everyone does) but that they have to admit it and then ask God to forgive them b/c He is GOOD and He is the one who forgives us for those sins. This is hard for young ones b/c they don't like admitting they have messed up (really do any of us though?). And third, confessing their beliefs to others. Learning to not be afraid to share their faith, to explain to someone why they need Jesus in their life, why it makes a difference to have that faith!
It is so sweet to see a child say on their own that they do believe in Jesus; they know who he is; that they want to follow Him. For a Christian parent it is your hope for every one of your children to have their own personal relationship with Christ at some point. I do understand that the boys have made this first step and when they are ready to be baptized that will come next, but that their future is not guaranteed without problems. They will more then likely go through a period of years where they walk away from their faith. They will question their faith. They may even oppose all that they once thought to believe in so easily. And that is to be expected! What I pray is that they will walk away from that period in their lives and be able to walk back into their Father's arms who was waiting for them the whole time. Does God get mad at us for doing that? No...He is patient & kind & He does not want any of His children to perish.
I grew up in the Methodist denomination. My granny Rose was a strong believer and a woman who played a large part in my faith as a child. Monna Lou Pucket also is someone who I remember in the church as having great faith. My mother has had her own quite faith that has sustained her throughout her adult life. All of these women helped lay a groundwork for which I was able to rest on and then at a certain point come back to later on in life.
I decided at the proper age to 'join the church' and go through confirmation. I still very much remember that class and remember choosing to wait to be baptized after the class was well over b/c I wanted it to be my decision and not the 'scheduled' time with the other students. It was special to me. I had grown up knowing and believing in Jesus but that was a time for me to make a public confirmation of my own beliefs. I, like most people, went through those hard years where I turned my back on God and questioned everything. A lot of it had to do with gaining my independence and not wanting to follow anyone's rules including God's. I went to college and was taught to question everything & figure out on my own why I believed the way I did.
But then my Junior year I truly felt God calling me back to Him. Through special new friends I made, through my first ever bible study I attended, through a boyfriend (now husband) who was going through the same life struggles as I was with his faith and independence, I chose to go back to my faith and grasp a hold of it with everything I had. I was made fun of by some people for choices I made after that point & I remember it being hard to get over the shame of choices I had made those past years when I was living wild and free pleasing my own desires without thought to consequences they would create. But just like my little boys have done for the first time...I admitted I needed Christ in my life; I confessed my sins (admitting that this lifestyle was not healthy and not the one God had intended for my life in order to keep me safe) and I believed finally in that old faith I had been taught all those years long ago that I had questioned for some time. I learned that when you ask God to make things clear to you, when you truly seek His heart and will in your life that He will show you the truth.
So, will the boys be challenged again to make a decision concerning their faith when they are older and more mature? Yes, they will and that is okay. It will once again be their decision. I know though that God has them wrapped up in His arms of protection. Children are like blank slates I have learned. It is our job as their parents to lay a foundation of our beliefs out for them. As they grow up & God works in each of their lives they will be able to make their own decision for what they believe & will stand for. I am glad that my boys have taken the first step in walking in faith with God and I look forward to watching God work in their lives in a real and personal way!
Sep 23, 2009
Sep 18, 2009
I'm supposed to be painting
I've put myself out there...not that I've never done that before but still. I'm painting a canvas for the boys' school's Fall Festival's auction. I was asked to be in charge of Eli's class gift and thought, oh sure I'll just paint a canvas. Then before I knew it doubt, fear of rejection, criticism of myself all set in. I've worked way too many hours already on this thing and it's still not done. I have four days left. In between nap time, late nights and a brush here and there I hope to finish it. Now, we'll see if anyone bids on it (I'm not going to watch!)
I keep thinking of things to blog about and then just don't sit down to write. I love to write in my head...even only you could read those thoughts.
One - Elizabeth had her cardiology apt. yesterday and every thing is great! They did all the exams on her heart and the aorta is growing well and the blood is pumping at the right speed. One comment the doctor made to me when I asked "will she really have to come here every year for the rest of her life?" (she seems so healthy and perfect how can something really be wrong with her?) He said yes...and especially when she wants to get pregnant. What! Ok, imagining my sister girl married and trying to have a family almost made me burst into tears but then to think well, her body isn't perfect and she might indeed have troubles in her future made me sad. For that brief moment I saw again how fragile her body is...well, how fragile we all are.
But when I spoke to a friend about it this morning she helped me to put it in perspective. Thank God I know what little things might go wrong with sweet sister. Now we can take preventative care to insure she has the best health she can possibly have. Think of all the children or us for that matter that don't know what is going on in our bodies and we just have to deal with problems after the fact. So, I'm thankful for her wonderful doctor who truly cares about her! I'm thankful for the fact that she is a positive statistic in that she had no complications from her surgery and she is growing just as she should. I'm thankful for the miracles of medicine and those who are willing to give of themselves to learn the talent in helping others (and making lots of money!) hee hee
two - A follow up on Eli and his homework drama...he is doing much better since I bought a box of Pokemon cards to deal out at the end of each week! His tests last Friday were greatly improved and I look forward to getting the folder of work today from all of our studies this week! He still is not favorable towards school but honestly he never has been and probably won't ever (gee I don't know where he gets that from!)
That's all I have time for now. Back to painting!
I keep thinking of things to blog about and then just don't sit down to write. I love to write in my head...even only you could read those thoughts.
One - Elizabeth had her cardiology apt. yesterday and every thing is great! They did all the exams on her heart and the aorta is growing well and the blood is pumping at the right speed. One comment the doctor made to me when I asked "will she really have to come here every year for the rest of her life?" (she seems so healthy and perfect how can something really be wrong with her?) He said yes...and especially when she wants to get pregnant. What! Ok, imagining my sister girl married and trying to have a family almost made me burst into tears but then to think well, her body isn't perfect and she might indeed have troubles in her future made me sad. For that brief moment I saw again how fragile her body is...well, how fragile we all are.
But when I spoke to a friend about it this morning she helped me to put it in perspective. Thank God I know what little things might go wrong with sweet sister. Now we can take preventative care to insure she has the best health she can possibly have. Think of all the children or us for that matter that don't know what is going on in our bodies and we just have to deal with problems after the fact. So, I'm thankful for her wonderful doctor who truly cares about her! I'm thankful for the fact that she is a positive statistic in that she had no complications from her surgery and she is growing just as she should. I'm thankful for the miracles of medicine and those who are willing to give of themselves to learn the talent in helping others (and making lots of money!) hee hee
two - A follow up on Eli and his homework drama...he is doing much better since I bought a box of Pokemon cards to deal out at the end of each week! His tests last Friday were greatly improved and I look forward to getting the folder of work today from all of our studies this week! He still is not favorable towards school but honestly he never has been and probably won't ever (gee I don't know where he gets that from!)
That's all I have time for now. Back to painting!
Sep 4, 2009
deep thoughts from the mini-van
It's 9:44pm on Friday night; a night that follows a very fast paced week of school days, homework, soccer practices, cub scout meetings, new church programs and visiting with friends. I feel very reflective towards my sweet but sometimes hard to read Eli tonight.
Today was the day of tests. We have been studying all week for these many tests: geography, advanced spelling for the first time, math, phonics. He has been so prepared and with a slight incentive plan I began (thanks to the advice of some friends) he has really taken on a more positive attitude towards getting his homework done each afternoon. But the scores of his tests were not reflective of what I had seen the previous day. He didn't seem to have an explanation for it, typical Eli fashion (curls up in a ball, won't look at you, shuts down the more you talk or ask questions). As Nate and I relayed our disappointment and confusion as to why he made such careless mistakes on the tests I felt like I was watching a movie. How did I get to this point where I have a child who actually takes tests that are scored and why didn't anyone give me a guide book as to what I was supposed to do in these circumstances for goodness sake?
After talking with him about our disappointment and trying to figure out what went on in the classroom that might have added in the poor scores I gave him a kiss and hug and let him go off to his clubhouse to get away from us for awhile. I immediately went and called a friend who has been through the second grade with her son and asked for advice. It is so nice to have friends in your back pocket to call upon at different stages of parenting. Those that have been there and done that...to at least tell you how they did it or encourage you through it.
I can tell this year is going to be a big change in parenting. More responsibility for Eli and less control for us as parents. I will have to pray more for my little guy and hope that what I have taught him in the previous years will resurface when he is alone and faced with decisions in his own maturing life. I am sad for him as I see the simpleness of the younger years disappearing and his struggle with these more mature years approaching him.
He is on a soccer team with 12 year olds this season. Recently I heard him telling Ian a very crude story in the bathroom. I listened in more carefully and upon figuring out what he was saying I immediately called him in the living room. He was embarrassed to have to repeat the story to my face but it made him realize that it was not an appropriate thing to be repeating to his six year old brother. It made me want to cry out that he is now exposed to children whose parents expose them to such adult behaviors on television. I can't protect him like I used to...
So as my little boy sleeps in the top bunk of his bed with his brother, curled up with his froggy blanket that he has had since he was born, feeling protected by the moon light that shines away the scary darkness in his room, I feel a little sad tonight that I can't always keep him in that safe haven. I will grow with him this year as he struggles with new challenges at school. I will have to trust God more to protect his mind and spirit from evil. I will have to love him a little harder as he fails while he tries.
Today was the day of tests. We have been studying all week for these many tests: geography, advanced spelling for the first time, math, phonics. He has been so prepared and with a slight incentive plan I began (thanks to the advice of some friends) he has really taken on a more positive attitude towards getting his homework done each afternoon. But the scores of his tests were not reflective of what I had seen the previous day. He didn't seem to have an explanation for it, typical Eli fashion (curls up in a ball, won't look at you, shuts down the more you talk or ask questions). As Nate and I relayed our disappointment and confusion as to why he made such careless mistakes on the tests I felt like I was watching a movie. How did I get to this point where I have a child who actually takes tests that are scored and why didn't anyone give me a guide book as to what I was supposed to do in these circumstances for goodness sake?
After talking with him about our disappointment and trying to figure out what went on in the classroom that might have added in the poor scores I gave him a kiss and hug and let him go off to his clubhouse to get away from us for awhile. I immediately went and called a friend who has been through the second grade with her son and asked for advice. It is so nice to have friends in your back pocket to call upon at different stages of parenting. Those that have been there and done that...to at least tell you how they did it or encourage you through it.
I can tell this year is going to be a big change in parenting. More responsibility for Eli and less control for us as parents. I will have to pray more for my little guy and hope that what I have taught him in the previous years will resurface when he is alone and faced with decisions in his own maturing life. I am sad for him as I see the simpleness of the younger years disappearing and his struggle with these more mature years approaching him.
He is on a soccer team with 12 year olds this season. Recently I heard him telling Ian a very crude story in the bathroom. I listened in more carefully and upon figuring out what he was saying I immediately called him in the living room. He was embarrassed to have to repeat the story to my face but it made him realize that it was not an appropriate thing to be repeating to his six year old brother. It made me want to cry out that he is now exposed to children whose parents expose them to such adult behaviors on television. I can't protect him like I used to...
So as my little boy sleeps in the top bunk of his bed with his brother, curled up with his froggy blanket that he has had since he was born, feeling protected by the moon light that shines away the scary darkness in his room, I feel a little sad tonight that I can't always keep him in that safe haven. I will grow with him this year as he struggles with new challenges at school. I will have to trust God more to protect his mind and spirit from evil. I will have to love him a little harder as he fails while he tries.
Aug 30, 2009
A busy weekend but the way I like to roll...
As you can see Nate finished just in time (Sunday morning just a few hours before the big revealing) the 15 foot playhouse on stilts complete with pulley elevator and not finished monkey bars! It was a surprise for Ian's 6th birthday. We thought we were all cool in keeping him from looking in the backyard the past few days with the blinds closed and tricking him to stay in the front because he never asked us why or tried to sneak a look... only to find out as he is pulling himself up in the "elevator" today that he knew the whole time what was going on. A boy who can lie to your face with such an angelic smile...I've decided to go ahead and start saving bail money for this one; yes in deed!
And it's that time of year again...school starts, blue jeans are bought, and soccer begins in the Callender household. Ian decided to play this season after taking the Spring off only to ask Nate (aka "Coach") after being in the game about 3 minutes, "how much longer do I have to stay here?"
Eli on the other hand only cried a few times before leaving the house b/c something about his shoes and what was that about the color of his socks and oh yeah his shorts were too short...mumbling under his breath to us that he hated soccer as he got in the van. Of course then he follows all that drama up with playing so hard on his new 'older boys team' (there are 12 year olds for crying out loud). He really has a talent for this sport and seems to have a drive that comes out of no where while he is on the field. I'm thinking about investing in bi-polar medicine for this one!
Aug 27, 2009
Creative overload
Now that the boys are in school it is time for me to gear up for my "school year" activities. Although I swore to everyone that I would never return to preschool to teach I have gone against all common sense and signed back up. But this time I am staying true to the "never will I step into a two year old classroom again ever ever in my life..." and I've gotten the easiest possible job at a preschool! I'm the helper to the Creative Movement teacher (aka. gym teacher on a preschool level). We have no classroom, no diapers to change, no potty training responsibilities, no letters to teach, no parents to deal with!!!! We do get to have each age group for 20 minutes to play with and get them all wound up till they pop only to hand them back over to their teachers! How much fun can that be? And did I mention I plan on losing 10 pounds while doing it? =) Of course if this really ends up stinking I can always blame it on my friend (the actual gym teacher I will be assisting) who asked me to teach with her. We do have plans to be "Hawns and Frawns" one day a month, dressing up with leg warmers, wrist and head bands only to make the kids all sweat to the oldies!
I have to admit though as Tuesday was the first day for teachers to come back and get their rooms together (we have no room so we acted very busy as not to be put into childcare duty) I had my tearful moments about putting sister girl in "the nursery." She is too young for the 1 year old class and that is another reason I chose to come back...she gets her own Grandma Haley to watch her (and a 12 week old baby - darn that mom)! I felt just horribly guilty for putting her in childcare you know a total of 4 1/2 hours twice a week --- I know, I know!!! The best part of all my emotional breakdowns on Tuesday was that Elizabeth was scared to death of Mrs. Haley - thought it was because she was a black woman (no offense to all my black friends out there) but later realized sister girl is just prejudiced against old people. She cries whenever she sees a woman of mature age! (in the grocery store, at church, for goodness sake she even did it with Nate's grandmother, G.G., for the first 9 months of her life! (love ya G.G.)
But Thursday was a little better. She didn't cry when Mrs. Haley looked at her but she wouldn't really get near her. There were lots of "young" (and white - hee hee) helpers in the nursery to help with other teachers' kids while they got their rooms ready so the real test will be when preschool actually begins in about two weeks. I've decided to go visiting nursing homes between now and then! I'll let you know how that idea pans out!
I think because I did nothing at all last year but care for a baby in the house I am now overloading myself with things to do. I also signed up for Creative Activities Leader in my MOPS (mothers of preschoolers) group at church. I've had fun brainstorming ideas for crafts (gotta love the Martha Stewart website) but have already had panic attacks over a stupid name tag craft I'm supposed to create for next week's first meeting. God help me!
And did I not just tell the PTC president this morning sure I'd chair a holiday marketplace fundraiser for the school this November. WHAT AM I THINKING? Note to self...don't take a year off doing nothing ever again!
Other then all that for my "school year" I did sign up to watch the 1 year olds for an hour and half on Wednesday night at church. I figured since my 3 boys (that's Nate included) would be at church for bible drill I might as well go with sister girl and help out in her room. And last but not least...my adult special needs class of 2 very special brother and sister down syndrome adults who I teach every other Sunday morning. I was scared to death about the first month doing it (there is a severely physical and mentally developed woman in a wheel chair) but I've since gotten a great helper in the class. I now love being around them...can't stop laughing at their conversations with me and love the hugs I get from sweet Jason!
I'm also learning to say no...ask me something, go ahead..."no!" See there I know I can do it! It should be a very exciting and busy year, but honestly I'm looking forward to every minute of it.
I have to admit though as Tuesday was the first day for teachers to come back and get their rooms together (we have no room so we acted very busy as not to be put into childcare duty) I had my tearful moments about putting sister girl in "the nursery." She is too young for the 1 year old class and that is another reason I chose to come back...she gets her own Grandma Haley to watch her (and a 12 week old baby - darn that mom)! I felt just horribly guilty for putting her in childcare you know a total of 4 1/2 hours twice a week --- I know, I know!!! The best part of all my emotional breakdowns on Tuesday was that Elizabeth was scared to death of Mrs. Haley - thought it was because she was a black woman (no offense to all my black friends out there) but later realized sister girl is just prejudiced against old people. She cries whenever she sees a woman of mature age! (in the grocery store, at church, for goodness sake she even did it with Nate's grandmother, G.G., for the first 9 months of her life! (love ya G.G.)
But Thursday was a little better. She didn't cry when Mrs. Haley looked at her but she wouldn't really get near her. There were lots of "young" (and white - hee hee) helpers in the nursery to help with other teachers' kids while they got their rooms ready so the real test will be when preschool actually begins in about two weeks. I've decided to go visiting nursing homes between now and then! I'll let you know how that idea pans out!
I think because I did nothing at all last year but care for a baby in the house I am now overloading myself with things to do. I also signed up for Creative Activities Leader in my MOPS (mothers of preschoolers) group at church. I've had fun brainstorming ideas for crafts (gotta love the Martha Stewart website) but have already had panic attacks over a stupid name tag craft I'm supposed to create for next week's first meeting. God help me!
And did I not just tell the PTC president this morning sure I'd chair a holiday marketplace fundraiser for the school this November. WHAT AM I THINKING? Note to self...don't take a year off doing nothing ever again!
Other then all that for my "school year" I did sign up to watch the 1 year olds for an hour and half on Wednesday night at church. I figured since my 3 boys (that's Nate included) would be at church for bible drill I might as well go with sister girl and help out in her room. And last but not least...my adult special needs class of 2 very special brother and sister down syndrome adults who I teach every other Sunday morning. I was scared to death about the first month doing it (there is a severely physical and mentally developed woman in a wheel chair) but I've since gotten a great helper in the class. I now love being around them...can't stop laughing at their conversations with me and love the hugs I get from sweet Jason!
I'm also learning to say no...ask me something, go ahead..."no!" See there I know I can do it! It should be a very exciting and busy year, but honestly I'm looking forward to every minute of it.
Aug 24, 2009
An impromptu day cation
It was Saturday morning and Elizabeth had been up before 6am and wouldn't stay down for a nap. So, after walking her around our neighborhood about 9am I rushed into the house with the best idea..."Nate, let's load everyone up and go to Swanee to the cross for a hike." Now, let me tell you that my sweet husband is studying every minute he can for three qualifying exams in his doctorate program that are this Monday-Wednesday. He wasn't to keen on my idea but when I prefaced it all with "you can stay in the van and study all day," he gave in.
So as quick as I could I packed up two backpacks with water bottles, journals, cameras for the boys (that is a sure way to keep a child busy) snacks and a box for finding treasures. We loaded in the van and took off...I wanted to share our day adventure in case anyone lives in Middle TN. We found the neatest places that are truly hidden treasures for an impromptu day cation!
First we drove to Winchester, which is a little off the interstate on your way to Chattanooga. Once we found the small town I took the boys to the square where "Hammers" is located. This is a huge store (covers an entire side of the square) that sells everything from ladies linen pant suits to material to nails and kids specialty toys all for discounted prices. We had so much fun looking at all the toys upstairs that were hidden from most customers eyes. 100's of puzzles and unique games. The boys each picked out a toy to be opened on Ian's birthday next week.
Then we drove to a small town diner for a hamburger, fries and coke on the square. You gotta love those diners on a square. That is what I grew up knowing as small town food since we didn't have McDonald's or even a Dairy Queen for crying out loud in our town!
We got back on the road to head to Swanee for the big adventure only to stop before we even left the town of Winchester for another adventure. There was this garden on the side of the road with hundreds of rock lined paths covering a couple of acres. The kids and I got out and just ran for almost an hour. Up and down the trails, hiding behind beautiful rose gardens and huge rocks. That was the best!
Then we piled back in the van again heading to our destination of Swanee. But...we pass through a teeny tiny town called Cowan where there was a couple of old steam trains sitting on the side of a track by a train station. The boys spotted them and asked if we could take a look so I turned the van around and went to check it out. Again we spent about an hour climbing on the trains, pretending to be engineers and Polar Express riders. The man volunteering at the station gave us a private tour of over 100 year old station with miniature train sets all over the place. He talked to Eli and now interested Nate about the old trains and how they worked with coal. We even got to see two real trains pass by while we were on top of the grounded trains!
Back in the van...now we are truly almost to Swanee. We pass through the wonderfully quaint town (if you have never been there it is super tiny and pretty much just houses the college of Swanee) with cathedral like buildings on the campus of Swanee. It is up on top of a mountain so the view is breathtaking! Students were moving in with new parents tagging alongside on the sidewalks...it was enough to make me cry thinking about my little ones in the van and where I will be one day when they too are old enough to set off on their own.
We drove down the 'secret' road to the cross and finally made it to our destination. The cross is a monument built to honor all those men and women of Swanee who had died in past wars. It overlooks the neighboring cities for a view that is so peaceful and well worth the drive! Even the boys took time to stop and photograph the lookout. We then took off on a short hike (I was by myself in the forest on top of a mountain with two boys and a baby in a pack...we weren't going too far). Eli looked at me and said "this is the best day mom!" That alone melted my heart b/c he often times seems so hard to please! It was truly the most fun day I have had with the kids all summer.
On the way home we stopped in Manchester to get ice cream at the Russel Stovers candy store (a well kept secret but the best place to get good quality ice cream cheap!) Tired and dirty we drove back home...and the best part? Elizabeth finally napped!
So as quick as I could I packed up two backpacks with water bottles, journals, cameras for the boys (that is a sure way to keep a child busy) snacks and a box for finding treasures. We loaded in the van and took off...I wanted to share our day adventure in case anyone lives in Middle TN. We found the neatest places that are truly hidden treasures for an impromptu day cation!
First we drove to Winchester, which is a little off the interstate on your way to Chattanooga. Once we found the small town I took the boys to the square where "Hammers" is located. This is a huge store (covers an entire side of the square) that sells everything from ladies linen pant suits to material to nails and kids specialty toys all for discounted prices. We had so much fun looking at all the toys upstairs that were hidden from most customers eyes. 100's of puzzles and unique games. The boys each picked out a toy to be opened on Ian's birthday next week.
Then we drove to a small town diner for a hamburger, fries and coke on the square. You gotta love those diners on a square. That is what I grew up knowing as small town food since we didn't have McDonald's or even a Dairy Queen for crying out loud in our town!
We got back on the road to head to Swanee for the big adventure only to stop before we even left the town of Winchester for another adventure. There was this garden on the side of the road with hundreds of rock lined paths covering a couple of acres. The kids and I got out and just ran for almost an hour. Up and down the trails, hiding behind beautiful rose gardens and huge rocks. That was the best!
Then we piled back in the van again heading to our destination of Swanee. But...we pass through a teeny tiny town called Cowan where there was a couple of old steam trains sitting on the side of a track by a train station. The boys spotted them and asked if we could take a look so I turned the van around and went to check it out. Again we spent about an hour climbing on the trains, pretending to be engineers and Polar Express riders. The man volunteering at the station gave us a private tour of over 100 year old station with miniature train sets all over the place. He talked to Eli and now interested Nate about the old trains and how they worked with coal. We even got to see two real trains pass by while we were on top of the grounded trains!
Back in the van...now we are truly almost to Swanee. We pass through the wonderfully quaint town (if you have never been there it is super tiny and pretty much just houses the college of Swanee) with cathedral like buildings on the campus of Swanee. It is up on top of a mountain so the view is breathtaking! Students were moving in with new parents tagging alongside on the sidewalks...it was enough to make me cry thinking about my little ones in the van and where I will be one day when they too are old enough to set off on their own.
We drove down the 'secret' road to the cross and finally made it to our destination. The cross is a monument built to honor all those men and women of Swanee who had died in past wars. It overlooks the neighboring cities for a view that is so peaceful and well worth the drive! Even the boys took time to stop and photograph the lookout. We then took off on a short hike (I was by myself in the forest on top of a mountain with two boys and a baby in a pack...we weren't going too far). Eli looked at me and said "this is the best day mom!" That alone melted my heart b/c he often times seems so hard to please! It was truly the most fun day I have had with the kids all summer.
On the way home we stopped in Manchester to get ice cream at the Russel Stovers candy store (a well kept secret but the best place to get good quality ice cream cheap!) Tired and dirty we drove back home...and the best part? Elizabeth finally napped!
Aug 19, 2009
Sister Girl joins the club
Well if you are going to be a Callender you have to learn to get down with the best of them. Sister Girl has reached that important mile stone...enjoy!
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