Waking up for the Fireworks

When we were in Saskatoon last week the Exhibition was on. Each night they put on a fireworks display and we were able to see them from Mom and Dad's house. The first night we were there I decided to get Liam up to watch them. He was a bit out of it but seemed to enjoy the show and went back to sleep without a fuss.

More fun at Kinsmen Park

I want to be like you someday

I love this picture my aunt took at the park last week. Kinsmen Park in Saskatoon has been a staple in our family experience. Our parents took us there when we were kids and now we're bringing Liam there. Besides this picture being cute, I love that Uncle Brad and Liam are there together and looking at something from two different perspectives. Liam is probably thinking, "wow, I really hope I get the black horse. Will Daddy and Pappy hold me up there? Look at it go round and round. Look at that cute little girl." Brad might be standing there thinking, "it sure has been a while since I last rode this thing. I wonder if it's still safe. It sure goes around a lot, hope I don't get dizzy. Hey, the girl working this thing is kinda cute." It's crazy to think how time flies. Brad used to stand there just like Liam but now he is a grown man and we're so proud of him. I pray that Liam grows up to be a man that loves God and because of that love, deeply cares for those around him, just like his Uncle Brad. Thank you Brad for being such a great uncle and a great example to Liam.

Hanging out with the Witters

Just last weeke we were able to hang out in Saskatoon at the same time that my mom's sister and her husband (Becky & Tom Witter) were visiting from Wisconsin. We had a fun time. We're looking forward to seeing them again soon when they bring their son Taylor to Nipawin to study here at the college.

What Remains...The "love chapter" for parents

I was leafing through my parents Focus on the Family magazine and came across the following. It was something that hit close to home and is a good reminder to myself that love for God and my family needs to be at the centre of my role as a mom.

If I spend my days buliding skyscrapers with blocks, assembling cool stuff out of LEGOS and creating relationships with other moms at Starbucks, but have not love, I am only the siren of the kids ride-on fire truck, annoyingly stuck on hold.
If I have the gift of knowing which child attempted to flush the Hot Wheels down the toilet and which one pushed her sister, and if I have faith that somehow we'll survive life's emergencies, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I save all my box tops for school and give outgrown clothing to the local shelter, and if I sureender my body to stretch marks and under-eye circles (without the benefit of botox, tanning salons or diet bars), but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient when someone isn't ready to use the big girl potty. It is kind when my husband has a hard day. It doesn't envy my neighbour who drives the new sport utility vehicle I can't afford.
It is not rude, snapping at my spouse or children when things don't go my way. It is not easily angered at perceived or real injustices.
It always protects the smallest, sweetest family confidences; always trusts God to provide my children's needs; always hopes in the freshness of tomorrow and the bright future of family; always perseveres amid hardship and doubt.
Where there are sleepless nights, they shall end. Where there are diapers, Little League and dioramas built from shoeboexes, they will cease. Where there is knowledge of baby-care trends, discipline strategies and boy-girl problems, it will pass away. Now there three remain: faith, lived out in my daily circumstances and instilled in my children; hope, of one day rejoicing with my family in heaven; and love, which covers over a multitude of less-than-perfect moments. But the greatest of these is love. It is what remains...long after I am gone. Written by Cindy Sigler Dagnan. Bases on 1 Corinthians 13