Monday, April 20, 2009

A Weekend with the Brodster (rhymes with toaster)

Brody spent a few days with Gramma and Grampa this past weekend. His mommy has never been away from him longer than overnight (and even THEN he stayed with G'ma and G'pa)! Courtnie is the best mom to this little guy, but even the BEST moms need a break once in a while. So she flew away and we got the Brodster-boy! He knows right where the toy closet is at our house. And who wouldn't want to play in a place like this?
He is very familiar with this closet! It's filled with some of the toys his mommy played with when she was a little girl. The "battle of the vacuums" was his very favorite thing to do all weekend.
No, I think he liked dancing better. No, I think he liked all the Fisher-Price cars and little people. No, I think he liked guzzling chocolate milk by the gallon the very best. No, I think he liked falling asleep to Gramma's special lullabye each night. No, I think he liked pounding on things with Grampa. No, I think he liked climbing the stairs with his cousin Kaiya. No, come to think of it, I think he just liked being loved and cuddled and loved and held and loved and, well, you get the idea! It was a really great weekend. But boy was he glad to get his mama back! And, quite honestly, so were we!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

8 Honest Things


Tiffanie tagged me in her last post entitled "List 8 Honest Things About Yourself, and Make Them Interesting!" OK, here goes:
1. I want everyone to be happy. I'm a "PLEASER" at any cost. I'm definitely a "white" personality. I have to concentrate on "not fixing everything for everybody." I want everything to be pleasant, happy, joyful, peaches-n-cream, as easy as possible, no conflict, and no confrontations please. Why did I come to this earth anyway? I really do understand the concept of "opposition in all things" and "all these things shall give thee experience" and "adversity makes us stronger" -- I just don't like anyone to be sad or (heaven forbid) upset with anyone else. And I certainly don't like feeling that way. I can't stand yelling of any kind for any reason. As a child I was taught, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." I have never outgrown that and it's been a huge issue most of my life.
2. I hate certain smells to the point of becoming physically ill. I won't list them here; it will just make me vomit. That's one of the smells I don't like.
3. I would rather be with Randy than anyone else on the face of the earth. Anytime. Anywhere. Doing anything. I want to grow old with him. Really really old. With him. Not without him.
4. If I see a penny on the ground, I pick it up -- no matter what. I think it brings me good luck that day. It usually does. But I wouldn't know if it didn't because I always pick 'em up. Most of my 'bad days' I didn't see a penny on the ground. That's proof enough for me.
5. I don't like mean people. I don't understand that behavior. I don't relate with the way their brains work.
6. I have never mowed a lawn in my entire life. I don't know where the button is to start the dang thing. I can tell the difference between a gas-powered one and an electric one because one has a cord. I do LOVE the smell of freshly cut grass, however. But getting grass stains out of the kids' clothes when they were little frustrated me beyond belief!
7. If I had one wish it would be to sing. I guess I wasn't standing in the right line when that talent was being given out. When I would sing a lullabye to my kids at bedtime, they would say, "Mommy please don't sing, I promise I'll go to sleep!" How sad is that?
8. I always wanted to have blue eyes when I was a little girl, and now I love, love, love that I have brown eyes!
I have to add that Tiffanie is the 8th child in our family ..... and one of the most honest people I know! Yep, I kinda like that number!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

What Easter Means To Me

Easter is my very favorite holiday -- more important to me and more special than any other day of the year. It's the one day that the world pauses to remember the most historical event that ever took place on the earth, the resurrection of the Lord Jesus Christ. I love Him. I am so grateful for what He did for each of us. He died a humiliating and disrespectful death at the hands of ignorant people. But the suffering He endured in the Garden of Gethsemene the Friday before He was crucified was a much more significant event. He paid the price for every sin that would ever be committed and He suffered so that we would not have to. That was the greatest gift that would ever be given to us on this earth. On the third day He was resurrected which gives each of us hope for eternal life with our Father in Heaven. Although Christmas is also a very special holiday, without the resurrection, His birth would have been no different than that of any other baby. He is the greatest man that ever lived on earth and I know He lives today. I will always be thankful for what I know in my heart to be true.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Happy Birthday Tiffanie!

Today our family celebrates Tiffanie's 22nd birthday. So much can be said of this sweet and beautiful daughter. I will write this from the perspective of a very blessed and happy mother! She is child number 8 and the caboose of the Booker family! Tiffanie Anne Booker Williams was only born because her father had this brilliant and incredible idea to have another baby! I was sitting on the floor in the family room on a warm summers day in 1986... folding laundry.... little people sitting all around me -- Chelsie (2-1/2), Courtnie (4), Ashlie (5-1/2), and Dustin (7) -- lots of thoughts running through my head ..... the memory of having 3 in diapers at the same time; two years earlier having 4 pre-schoolers tugging at my shirt asking for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich ("cut in corners please, no crust"); married to a near-perfect husband with a demanding job; trying to balance life with three older kids who lived in California at the time; grinding wheat and baking bread; maintaining a large garden and bottling fruits and vegetables; doing 3 loads of laundry every day; cleaning house; volunteering at the hospital and the elementary school once a week; and teaching Sunday School at church.
Back to the scene on the floor in the family room in July of 1986 -- my idea: gather all the baby things and have a garage sale! Randy's idea: let's have another baby!
I remember looking at him in bewilderment and thinking to myself, "Are you nuts?" Followed by, "Here's an idea ... YOU have it!" All kidding aside, we did what we always do before making any important decision ..... we thought about it, prayed about it, waited for an answer, and Tiffanie was born 9 months later!
She has blessed our lives (and the lives of everyone who has ever met her) since the day she was born. We laugh at silly family stories about her, we tease her for being so fresh and unassuming; we stand in awe of her accomplishments; we are grateful for the wonderful man she married (Benjamin Ray Williams), we respect her choice to pursue an education in the medical field, we rejoice in her happiness, and we celebrate her birthday today.
Happy birthday dear daughter, #8, Babycakes, Tippy-Toes, youngest, and all the silly nicknames your siblings call you -- you are the sweetest person I have ever known and my life is blessed because you're in it! I will be eternally grateful to your Dad who was more in-tune with the spirit than I apparently had time to be.
I love you!