I Am My Own Grandpa

Lined up against the wall, mug shot style. Mr. Wonderful looks pensive. He's not sure if he's convinced them yet. (Read the post below to understand what the heck I'm talking about.)

Grandaddy duties...

There's something I need to clear up.

Something weird and strange and inexplicable, but I'm gonna do my best.

For some reason Mr. Wonderful thinks that his parents are his grandparents.

It basically goes like this:

Where do your parents live?

"Granny and Grandaddy live on a farm."

No, not your grandparents, your mom and dad. Where do they live?

"They are my parents. Granny and Grandaddy. They live on a farm."

You were raised by your grandparents?

"No. Granny and Grandaddy."

HUH??

It took me a little while to figure this one out. Granny and Grandaddy are Mama and Daddy.

WHY??

I had Mr. Wonderful lay down on our couch and I attempted to probe the recesses of his mind. Nothing. I had to draw my own conclusions. Since I'm an untrained, unlicensed professional, this is what I've decided.

He knows they're not his grandparents. He's trying to brainwash them into thinking they are. Because he wants them to buy him stuff. Like toys and candy. Grandparent kinds of stuff.

Personally, I think it's BRILLIANT.

God Knows Your Name

I don't know who you are. But God does. And He told me to tell you that He loves you very much and wants to heal all of your broken places.

It's not by coincidence that you are reading this blog. Trust Him with your life. He gave His son for you and there is no mountain too big for Him. He will carry you.

'For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother's womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are Your works, and that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them.' Psalm 139:13-16

I Almost Slipped Over The Edge...Again

Thank goodness it's finally Spring. I was this close to slipping into Fatty-Potatty world. Out of the land of Reasonably Chubby into the nightmare of why is my chair still attached to my bottom when I walk across the room?

And the crazy thing is it happens every winter. Since the time I was born. Every winter I'm holed up like a little gopher eating pie until the time change occurs. By the time I open my door and let the sunshine in my pupil's expand so quickly I'm almost blinded. My mother will vouch for this. "Yep, she was always a tan little RC every summer, but when winter hit, she just puffed right up and cried for pie."

It's the same song and dance. From the dawn of the ages until exactly one minute ago...when I realized it's time to put the stretchy pants away and buy a bathing suit. (*cue-music from psycho).

I've got to go pray now.

Easter Weekend in Reverse...

SUNDAY:AFTERNOON

When are you two leaving?

O Happy Day!

SUNDAY MORNING:

The sweetest thing! On Easter morning, my brother-in-law had the honor of baptizing his youngest son.

'buried with Him in death...'

'and raised with Him to life eternal!'

An Easter we'll always remember!

SATURDAY...At Granny and Grandaddy's

Let the Great Egg Hunt Begin!

I wonder who's gonna find the PRIZE egg filled with rabbit pellets? Mr. Wonderful's idea.

The 'potting, planting room' at Granny's farm. Isn't it great?

I am now re-inspired to support Mr. Wonderful's plan of having an organic garden.

I, RC, do publicly promise to put all my coffee grounds in the yucky bucket under the sink to be added to the compost pile. Girl Scouts honor.

I'm not sure where this look is coming from.

Frustration? What?! There's no candy in these plastic eggs? Probably not. That's usually my line.

Concern? What? My darling wife will find no candy in these plastic eggs?

Yep. That's it. I'm sure of it.

He actually looks pretty ticked off about it. I would be too if I were him.

I love my sweet Easter Bunny!

Look at my face in this picture. Talking through gritted teeth runs in my family.

"I heard what you were saying about me being bossy", *smile*

While my fingers apply soft pressure.

Over the river and through the woods to Granny's house we go... What a perfect day!

FRIDAY ...WE ARRIVE

C'mon Lady. Let's go to the basement...

C'mon girl.

Fat girl's not moving.

Mr. Wonderful pushing her ever so gently... This is how he'll help me around the house some day when I'm old and tired and way beyond reasonably chubby.

Look at it. So pretty, so well planned, the beauty before the chaos...

*Hint to Mothers: Set your table a week in advance. That way you can gaze upon it daily and create fantasies in your mind of how family life should be. Before the harsh reality sets in of your kitchen looking like a bomb just went off.

Good Friday service in the same backyard garden that Mr. Wonderful and I were married in. I considered jumping in and renewing our vows. A pastor, a small crowd, an opportunity to work out some of the glitches from the first time...

Too soon? Since when is 10 months after your wedding too soon?

Party Poopers.

A gift for two from the 'Easter Bunny'. My wonderful sister always does stuff like this. You really ought to try and stay with them sometime. It's like a bed and breakfast. Oh, just give her a call. They LOVE company!

Upon closer inspection I realized that it had happened. Mr. Wonderful had changed all our lives. A tear slid down my cheek...health food instead of candy...beautiful, yet sad at the same time.

My sister informed me, "uh no fool, that's just in your basket. We've each got a 1lb. chocolate bunny in ours."

Whew...I thought I was going nuts there for a minute...

Until we meet again...