Typical Saturday Morning at the Perrys

Listen for Gabe, halfway through, telling me to "turn off the radio; I want to sing the word of God." & by that, I think he means, "church songs".

Flynn has such monkey toes-- proof in that she can hold something between her toes THROUGH footed pjs.

Turkey Eve

'Twas the night before Thanksgiving...

EERRTT. It's night even the night before -- it's the morning of! Holy Insomnia it's 2 a.m., first thanksgiving in our new house.

And it's been many a moon since I've last blogged. Perfect time to catch up...

• Flynn's doing splendidly in school. She's part of the SKY ROCKETS program still & loves it.
• Gabe's doing splendidly in pre-school. He's in a multi-age classroom that's funded by a grant so everything's new & he loves IT ALL.
• Jeff's doing splendidly in school. He has a new principal & God has granted him (Jeff) favor.
• Amy's doing splendidly in school. I'm at a new building (in order to teach a primary grade) & I have forgotten (or maybe not?!) how much I love this age.
• Tomorrow, we host are very first Thanksgiving. We've had Thanksgivings before, but have never hosted them. Duh.
• We had a channel 5 reporter here tonight. He interviewed my whole family on our game plan for Black Friday. It was fun but I wish I was 75 lbs lighter.
• I'm worn out. I have waaaaaaaaaay too many irons in the fire. The only reason I don't sink is Jeff. He is my hero.
• Flynn took violin lessons this fall. She's about to have her last. I'm not sure I picked up on true talent. She hated practicing. Therefore - we will take a 9 month break. Next September if she's still interested, I will re-enroll her. At that time, I may or may not also enroll Gabe in something musical. HE shows major musical talent. His ear for music reminds me of my brother.
• We hosted a life group this past semester. It's also about to come to an end. We studied the truth in the bible...in other words, how do we know it's true. The kids really enjoyed us being the host house. They would ask all afternoon, every Sunday, "How much longer til our friends get here?"
• Flynn still LOVES girl scouts. And I still don't love being the girl scout leader. But ya do what ya gotta. And it's a little more enjoyable than last year.
• My shoulders still give me problems - cant' wait for surgery to rid myself of the problem once & for all.

Happy SEVENTH Birthday to my Baby Girl

Dear Baby Girl,

(who is not anywhere close to being a baby anymore but I don't care)

Today you turn seven.

I don't know if it's because you're not all that old, or if it's just sentiment, but I remember every conscious detail of the day you were born.

I remember packing a quick bag, getting the dog's stuff together, getting wheeled onto the labor & delivery floor and those really fast moving moments where we found out we'd be meeting you a whole lot sooner than we'd planned.

I also tearfully remember that next day when I had to kiss you good bye while you took an ambulance to a hospital in the city.

I remember making a promise to myself that I wouldn't have to tell you good bye again.

I remember your first Christmas... your first steps.... your first day of preschool... your first day of school...

I remember the first time you slept in a big girl bed & how little you looked.

I remember staring at your eye lashes & thinking they were so long brushing your chunky baby cheeks.

I remember the morning you told me that you wanted Jesus to live in your heart & how you wanted to be His friend.

This year you took on first grade & could add that to the long list of things you do well. And violin. And making your bed.

You enjoyed the beach again this past year & had your very first sleepover.

You raised money in your very own lemonade stand. Instead of keeping the money for yourself, you bought school supplies for kids who didn't have any. And never gave that a second thought.

You chose the color lavendar for the walls of your room in our brand new house.

Your training wheels came off your bike this past year & your "boyfriend" from last year became 'just' your "friend".

Sissy, you are such a special girl...with your curious quiet ways, your deep thought, your kind heart & mind full of questions.

You amaze me with your ideas & your selective sillyness & your hot-cold love for your little brother.

I pray this year brings you health and a heart full of love.

Love you to the moon & back again, five bajillion times.

Love,

Momma

My Buddy

My boy is the lovin'est kid ever.
He's never short an 'I love you.' He always has x's & o's for me.
He is truly, my love.