Faith Like a Child


There is nothing like watching children worshipping. Completely uninhibited. Arms up. Singing off key at the top of their lungs.

I’m so grateful that our kids were able to attend our churches VBS this past week.

615 school-aged children

$3300 (!!!!) given in offerings to build FOUR wells in India (their goal was $1500)

50 children making a decision to follow Christ


Their eternity is now on a totally different course. Forever changed.

For more info: I’ve written a post on how to pray for your children, with resources listed.


Sean is off work this week for his vacation. We had a sort of hodge-podgey vacation schedule this year, because early on I had planned on taking several weeks to go home to Maryland and PA to visit family and friends. Sean can’t take more than one week at this time of year, besides, traveling hours and hours to see family, while we love them to pieces, isn’t always the best way to relax and unwind, especially when you have to travel all over while you are there and can’t really sit and chill. Can I get an amen, or are we alone on that…

So Saturday morning found Sean surprising us with a quick overnight trip to the beach. While it may have been no more relaxing getting there, it totally recharged us, aaand it was the beach. Usually, I hate the beach, except in the fall/winter, but we had such gorgeous weather, and seeing the kids eat sand enjoy the water may have softened me a bit in my beach hating attitude.

Some photos for your enjoyment:

Big cap on a little guy:


Can’t see:



There you are:


Miss Thang:


Not a cloud to be seen


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Notice the white trash umbrella:


Untouched photo – look at the color of the water:


Sandy hands:


It was hard to get him to stand still long enough for a photo:




Worn out:


All of the kids were asleep by 8:00pm. Sean and I weren’t far behind.

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Hanging with Family – a photo study

I haven’t gotten to see my brother, Mark, since we moved to Tennessee. He lives in upstate New York and we haven’t been able to make it to Maryland at the same time. But he was in Tennessee this weekend and we were able to meet up for a bit:


He’s a little bit taller than me ;0)

The kids couldn’t wait to see him.




Couldn’t get a photo of Seamus without his cheeks puffed out.



We had to entertain ourselves on the drive over and back so we passed the time taking photos:


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On the way home, things got way silly and there were a lot of tongues sticking out and faces being made that would give that old wives-tale a run for its money.



Don’t even want to know what he was thinking…

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Totally trying to concentrate.

How Much Do You Love Me?

Seamus tells how much he loves each of his family members. (Phoebe is the cat – who you can see sitting in front of the tv) I don’t think Declan has ever gotten higher than a three.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow (yeah… I know)

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a love affair with hair color.

In high school, I sported plum hair and black hair. [I may or may not have tried sun-in at some point too…] After high school, I made a couple of forays into Perms-ville and didn’t color my hair for a bit during that time. (perms + hair color = a red hot frizzy mess)

But eventually, I returned to my world of multi-colored hair. I wear it like a badge of honor: “Look how cool and hip I am sporting my sassy colors!”

So much did I color, that it wasn’t until I was pregnant with my daughter and stopped my addiction coloring that I realized that I had a great big gray streak in the front of my hair. I made an appointment with Miss Loreal as soon as I could.

The colors since then have changed, but my desire to color my hair hasn’t. Some people shop to feel better. I color my hair.

(I have just written “hair” 9 times in 9 sentences…)

All along, I’ve been too cheap to actually have someone else do my color. Two or three times I have, but who can afford the constant cost of upkeep when the roots start to grow out. Each time, I’d quickly reacquaint myself with Miss Loreal or Miss Clariol. At some point, I did pretend start to act like I knew what I was doing – after all, technically, I probably have more experience and years with coloring hair than most beauticians, and started buying bottles of color from a beauty supply shop. (the kind you mix with developer in your own bowl).

That being said, I don’t think I do a half bad job.

If I feel like getting really crazy – ie highlights and lowlights, I go to the local Paul Mitchell school and have my hair colored and highlighted for $20.00. Yes, you read that right –but because it is a school, it takes a month of sundays to get your hair done because they have to keep checking with the instructor and, let’s face it, they are nervous as crap. (they always do a beautiful job.)

I’m pretty sure that I have a point to this post somewhere. But I’m enjoying our little trip down memory lane together. And you must be too, if you are still reading…

For the past 3 years, I’ve been highlighting my hair. My grays have multiplied like rabbits increased a bit, and are so resistant to color that my only solution has been to blend them in with highlights.

Enter my husband (Hi husband!) He luuuuurvssss my dark hair. That’s how he married me. And that’s how he likes it.

Enter my daughter (Hi daughter!) She has her strongest memories of me as a lighter haired mama.

Enter me (Hi me!) I’ve grown weary of the lighter color. I’ve been feeling the recoloring itch starting up. Beside, my roots were screaming uncle. The light color has worked but again with the upkeep! [have I mentioned I’m lazy?] And because I am a dark brunette, my lightened hair tends to take on a <shudder> brassy tone.

Enter Miss #30 Dark Brown Colorsilk [have I mentioned that I’m cheap?] (Hi Miss Colorsilk!) totally neutral party.

I like it. Hubs looooooves it. BOOYAH!

Yesterday, getting my daughter ready for school, she comes downstairs, bleary-eyed, takes one look at me and says “Your hair is dark.” (waiting…) speaking in a hushed-panicked tone to me: “You sort of over-did it

There you go. How does one respond to that??

She is still not liking it. [have I mentioned that she doesn’t like change]

Obviously, she hasn’t  been properly schooled in the fun of hair color (she’s all of 8 years old, after all). One day, she’ll understand that just because it’s “too dark” one day, doesn’t mean it stays that way for long.