Ryanne.....

A girl and her dog...

Ryanne took my camera and took pictures from her vantage point....

Ahhhh....living with a Great Dane....Ha!

Living with Ryanne is NEVER boring.....

She told me the other day,"Mom, I'm going to invent a time machine and go to the future. I will be able to see I married a bald man...then I can come back and tell myself not to make that mistake."

Then we were sitting at  dance the other night and she comes dancing around the corner;"Guess what mom? I made some extra money." Me: Really? How did you do that?" Ryanne: "I sold my jazz shoes, my tap shoes and my poi balls from hula to that mom sitting over there. Tomorrow I'm gonna go on ebay and sell my DS!"

We were driving behind a trailer on the freeway the other day that had a pretty good size portable house on the back of it. Ryanne exclaimed,"Throw a porta-potty outside that thing and I could so live there."

Our property drops off a VERY steep hill and this is one of the reasons she is always scratched up and black and blue. Well, that and running into people on her road bike when she's not paying attention. Sigh....

Ryanne is busy training for her two big rides coming up. She keeps her daddy on his toes during training rides.

"Hi mom!" Her nickname at bike club is Pink Princess.

These two together? TROUBLE!!

I woke up to these two sleeping on the couch this morning...as apposed to their beds....hhmmmmm..always an adventure.

1-3 has arrived.....

Morgan had an out of town dance competition this weekend...it was her first...

She looked beautiful....

and she put up with  my antics even though she was VERY stressed...

Her team did really well.....

Won a few trophy's/award, they were super excited. The funny part? Their teacher Ms. Pearl standing in the back of the photo had just gone into labor a few minutes before this photo. She had a healthy baby girl. :)

Winners!!!!

We came home and raced around to plan a 13th surprise birthday party for Morgan....13!!

I came up with the idea of doing food stations for all of the kids...lucky for me my mom and aunt went to work and helped prepare all the food while I decorated...

I got lots of cute ideas from Pinterest of course...

Dan had taken her to buy new pointe shoes and to get her ears pierced a second time. They came in and she was shocked! It was so fun! I almost busted out crying.

My friend made this AMAZING gluten free/dairy free cake for us......she is so talented!

My two sweet girls...

My mom got Morgan a beautiful jewelry box and filled it with fun earrings etc....

She had been saving her money for an ipod touch so we surprised her and got her one....you only turn 13 once!!

Our friends and family helping Morgan celebrate....

Morgan you are an amazing kid! I LOVE this age. When people ask how old you are and wrinkle their noses because they find out you are a teenager I just smile. I love this age because I can see Gods great potential in your life. I love that you are questioning things and see what it looks like to stand on Gods promises. You love life and you have BIG dreams that you are working toward.

You love your sister, friends and family. You are excited to try things and learn new things. God is going to move mountains with you. Thank you for all the late night cuddles (even though your feet are like ice) and for reminding me to laugh at myself daily (because you and daddy pick on me) for seeking Gods peace about things and for being such a good friend to those around you.

You are a light. All I can say without getting to mushy because I know I will burst into tears is; when I met you 13 years ago you sent my heart on a whole new adventure. Before that day I had never known love so fierce, so unconditional (yes, even when you hit the terrible 3's) and so amazing as the day God thought enough of me to allow me and daddy the privilege to parent you. I love you my sweet girl!!

Happy 17 Years To Us!!

Well honey we did it. We made it to 17 years. Even though there were days so hard and we were so broken we thought we would crumble. God was faithful. We held on to his promise that all things work together for the good of those who love him. And some days it may have felt like His love was all we had to cling to. But it was enough.

We have learned to laugh at most things, not sweat the small stuff and in the hard stuff just know with God all things are possible.

When I was just 20 and first laid eyes on you I knew it was going to be one grand, life long adventure. I pray God gives us 17 more years and 17 more after that. I love you!!

Psssssst.....I Love You

Don't you love when you are struggling with anxiety, worry, stress etc. and God in all his glory pulls you aside and gently says,"Psssstt...kiddo, I got this one. Really, you do not need to worry about it because I can see the bigger picture. Just keep on living for me in the day to day and I will take care of the rest." God did that to me this past Sunday; he reminded me through the lesson our pastor taught and I kid you not EVERY SINGLE worship song had the theme of not stressing, his grace being enough etc. I kinda started to do that crazy laugh you do to yourself but then thought better of scaring the people around me. At one point I looked around to see if anyone else thought the message was for them or if it was just me. I LOVE when the Lord does that.

Poop....

I have made no secret about the fact that I think this month has been poop. The small of it? We have had sickness in our house in some way shape or form since January 1st. I have spent zero time with my husband all month because work has been insane for him. The large of it? More than one friend passing away from illness, a friends brother being killed in a car accident, friends being diagnosed with cancer way to young and just discouraging stuff like my friends mom being mugged just trying to get groceries.
I have the response to all this that makes me sad because I want to be that believer that can stand in complete faith all of the time without ever wavering...without ever questioning God.

But I am not that person. I get angry, I want to fix it. I get anxiety when I am alone for so many days/nights at a time. I let fear grip me and my home. I struggle with great amounts of worry and a feeling like life is spinning out of control. A heavy sadness is something that has the potential to grip my heart.

I was running some errands today and stopped to get my girls something here in town. As I was pulling into the shopping center driveway, a lady walking in front of me who was carrying bags of groceries had her bags break open spilling the contents and sending them rolling down the drive. My knee jerk reaction  (and I'm not proud of this) was fear. Fear of getting out helping a stranger, fear of getting tangled up with this lady, just fear. Not rational fear by any means. But that's what fear is right? Because it's not of God.
 Anyways, I got out and grabbed the Target bag from my back seat and dumped out it's contents. I walked over to her and helped her load all her groceries back up. When she started talking it was clear she was mentally handicapped and I just listened the best I could as were standing in the middle of a shopping center driveway with cars zooming by. I told her I would pray for her nephew that she mentioned and as she was walking away she stopped, looked at me and said,"Thank you, I guess God knew I was going to need help today huh?"

I got back in my car and was moved to tears. Yes God DID indeed know she was going to need help today. Just like he knows I will need help every single day. I will need HIM and his provisions every single day. My life is not some random thing spinning around in the universe. He knows my days, the numbers on my head, when I wake and when I sleep. He reminded me today through someone who maybe didn't understand a lot of what was going on around her and was very child like that it's really so simple. HE KNOWS. He knows before I ask, even if I forget to ask. If that doesn't give me comfort I don't know what possibly could. Something I learned from this is I want to do more. I drove away wondering why I didn't pray for her right there. Fear. It's something I am working on and want to see God work in my life more. I am sad that I missed that opportunity today to pray with her. I don't want to live in fear but in victory.

January Blues....

January cannot be over soon enough for me. My husband came down with the stomach flu on New Years day and then a week later caught the chest cold going around. He was able to come home from the fire station long enough to give it to my girls. So I am on week three of taking care of sick people....sigh. Not to mention the staph infection Ryanne picked up at the beginning of the month. That was a fun one to battle. Ugh! Bare with me as I vent not so much as complain. I am grateful I am healthy and am able to take care of everyone but it's tough and I get cabin fever after a few days....so when I get cabin fever I look at Pinterest and when I look at Pinterest I get hungry...and when I get cabin fever AND hungry...

I bake.....

I bake banana-peanut butter cup bread.....

Being gluten and dairy free does NOT change the fact that I ate until I was sick.

Then I decided I could make a pazooki just like BJ's pizza. I succeeded and do I need to say it? Yes I ate until I was sick. The good news is that in a few days my kids should be feeling better but alas I will have about 1,000 extra calories to burn at Zumba. Sad face. Take your vitamin C and stay healthy. Peace.

Remembering A Friend, Flowers, Family time and Food

Sadly we attended a friends funeral this past week. Sid Hekman was the kinds of guy who gave. He also loved life and found the humor in it. The way he loved his family was contagious and the way he loved his wife made you envy the longevity of their marriage and that kind of commitment. Made you want to be a better spouse, teacher, better at giving beyond the minimum. Funerals are tricky because nobody wants to attend one and yet you have this desire to see your friends and loved ones honored. The beauty in death as believers is we never say good bye to our brothers and sisters in Christ, we say,"See you later." This time here, our bodies we're in....it's all temporary. That is where we find hope.

I woke up to this the other day. Raising Ryanne is a wild adventure full of massive band-aid purchases, fixing broken things in the house, constantly trying to get her to bathe and brush her hair.....clean clothes are a perk. Rescuing her from the tree in the yard and untangling her from a wrecked bike or scooter are all in a days work...

But oh my sweet Ryanne knows one things for sure...she is constantly putting herself before others. She is a prayer warrior and a giver. I wrote a quote on my chalkboard that reminds me of her. It says; She is delightfully chaotic, a beautiful mess. Loving her is a splendid adventure. -Steve Maraboli-

The weather has been so amazing that we have taken to art on the patio in the afternoons. Ryanne is a lover of all things art. She loves photography, painting, drawing etc.

She will sit for hours doing water colors....

Meet Bailey AKA Mr. Bailey. This is my moms little man who LOVES to stand at our wall like a mere cat and contemplate life.

I mentioned to my mom that I found a recipe for an AMAZING gluten free corn dog but alas I did not own a mini deep fryer. I was in no way shape or form going to get in my car and drive to buy one because I knew I would make them and eat them and then have to work out an extra day next week. Listen people; 40 is coming like a freight train for me in exactly 3 months from this very day! My waist line got the memo as have my boobs. They heard that was roughly middle age and they have decided to rest.

My mom shows up with a deep fryer she bought me and though I think she had some selfish motives (she wanted home made corn dogs) I could not let her down and we made corn dogs. I ate two. I did the "happy corn dog dance" around my kitchen island (surely that burned calories right?) I sang, I laughed, I waved my corn dog in the air like I just didn't care. Ha! Get it? Call me..I will be at Zumba all week if you're interested.

Listen, before you judge me, I have not had a corn dog in 6 years! 6 years people! A girl can only take so much. This gluten free life gets to you and you start to see corn dogs walking down the side walk. You dream about them. You think they are calling your name...I needed a corn dog. My little gluten free monkey approved of them as well. :)