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In honor of our TWELFTH wedding anniversary.......
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HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! I have the worlds greatest examples of fathers in my life! My grandpas, fathers, husband, brother in law, uncles, you name it; they are all amazing....I am SO blessed! We spent a beautiful weekend at the lake house for Father's Day.
The boys went on a canoe trip on Saturday and Sunday was a "beach day"! Beautiful weather and the kids have a great time! Did I mention the kids LOVE the lake house (like want to live there? LOL!).
And this is my homemade present for Mike on Father's Day. I snagged one of the chalkboards off the kid's bathroom wall and wrote letters one-by-one as I took photos of the kids.....if we keep having kids we could end up writing out a whole sentance with these things! LOL!
And we made one for the grandpa's too!
How was your Father's Day?
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Eleven years ago today I was a young 18 year old woman-child in love with a handsome young man of 21. Yep, we were those small town high school sweethearts who got in trouble for kissing in the hall and skipping morning classes so we could have a bit more time together before school.
Would anyone have thought that we would sit here, almost 16 years later, and remain……exactly the same?! Except instead of getting caught kissing in the halls by teachers it is now by our children!
Instead of the sterile walls of a public school, we are now in the hallways of the home we built ourselves.
Halls that are lined with years of family photos weaving a story of love and new life every couple of years. Photos of beautiful, tiny faces that God has created through our love and faithfulness crowd the walls and fill me with a sense of immense gratitude.
We may have been “too young”, or “too naive”, but we were in love…..real love. That love only grew and multiplied and finally…..humbly found its way into the sweet embrace of God’s direction for us.
I still look at Mike occasionally and see Mikey, a 17 year old with wavy blonde hair, braces, a crappy little car and those amazing dimples. Although I must say the wisps of grey, the HUGE van full of kids and those same dimples smiling down at a new life that we, together, have created are far more attractive than anything he ever could have been at his “prime” of 17.
He is a man of dignity, faith, and hard work. A man I am so proud to call my husband.
The best decision of my life was made on April 28, 2001 when I walked down an aisle to the man who would co-author the story of my life adding touches I never would have been able to even dream up myself! It has been an awesome ride, those past 11 years. I am hoping there are many, many more years and adventures ahead of us. Happy Anniversary, Mikey!
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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Linked to: Soulemama.com
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No, I am not talking about Virgina! I am talking about VASECTOMY! If you want to stop reading now, please feel free. The following paragraphs will contain the words balls (cause, um….testicles just makes me feel like I am in health class again and makes me giggle a little) and sperm count.
It has come to my recent attention lately that I never actually blogged about the vasectomy that my husband received last December (2010). Two months after the birth of Georgia and facing a job loss and having 5 kids in 7 years we decided that we were done having babies. We were blessed with 5 wonderful kids and we felt complete. Although a tough decision to make we weighted the pros with the cons and decided to go with for it. I mean, what was a little discomfort in the balls for my hubs after I delivered 5 babies naturally (um….and one of them being 10 pounds 1 ounce!)?
The day came and went and although a little “buyer’s remorse” set in a few weeks later we decided we would pray for peace on our decision to be “done” and let God take control of the rest…..because the deed had been done. Thankfully, God answered our prayers and about a month or two later we really were starting to settle into the idea that 5 WAS our number and soon we would be able to put those chaotic toddler years behind us. In January 2011 (a year ago) he was turned in his “sample” and we embarked for the first time into the territory of never having to think about getting pregnant or not getting pregnant. WEIRD! As Georgia out grew things we got rid of them. Again, WEIRD! We got rid of our swing, excersaucer, maternity clothes, baby clothes, car seat. We. Cleaned. House!
During the process we were warned of the risks, failures and other oddities that came with this procedure. We signed a consent form that assured us that this was PERMAMENT and that there was no going back. We would NOT be able to have kids. Check. We had five; we were pretty sure we were done.
BTW, the listed failure rate (after you have waited your specified time to “clear” the sperm) is only 1 in 4000 or 0.025%! Well……………………..meet Mr. 0.025%!

Yep, a year later and my husband is FERTILE again! We took a sample in recently and there were LOTS of swimmers in there. What prompted you to test him a YEAR later, you may be wondering?
For starters I was late (2 WEEKS LATE) – a rare occurrence for me. But I had only had 4 or so cycles since I stopped breastfeeding last fall……so that could be it, right? Nope! WE ARE PREGNANT!

So here I sit pregnant with an absolute miracle; excited, surprised, worried, freaked out but most of all thankful. Thankful that God has better plans for us than we EVER could have made for ourselves. Thank you for the miracle of this life, Lord. It is treasured. It is loved. It is miraculous.
Prayer Request: We are only 6 weeks along, so please keep us in your prayers for a healthy and happy 9 months! I will know more when I go to the doctor in about a month.
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{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Linked to: Soulemama.com
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I forgot to post one of most favorite photos from this summer! The kids and I met up with Mike on his birthday at a nearby park. We packed a picnic lunch, bikes, scooters and a stroller. Lucky for us (especially because it was the middle of JULY!) it was a nice and cool day that was even blessed by some breeze. Believe it or not, I actually remembered to snap a photo of my amazingly hunky hubs with our amazingly beautiful kids!
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I read a really fun idea somewhere about naming your (home) school and giving it a mascot. I just COULN’T resist. While we have had a name for quite a while (Farmhouse Elementary) we needed a logo and mascot. What better than a rooster? We seem to always have roosters being rotated in and out (depending on how nice they are to my munchkins). So here is what I have come up with:

The Farmhouse Academy Wild Roosters. Simple and classy.... yet fun. Well, at least that is what I thought until my husband burst out laughing and said, “We are the Fighting Cocks?!” LOL! I couldn’t help but laugh till I cried too! Seeing how the "Fighting Cocks" got such a vivid response it just may have the possibility of sticking. At least my husband thinks it should ........... boys! . So yeah, we are classy like that!
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Remember me? LOL! Yeah, I know. It has been a while. I took a hiatis from the blogging while the farmhouse kiddos were under the weather. So to catch you up, how ‘bout a “Random Recap”?



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Okay so we have finished 2 more gifts:
Mike's AWESOME logging truck that he crafted for Michael.

And Maddie's princess PJ set.

If you are wondering why there is a number two on her shirt, here's the story - We used to put initials on everything to distinguish whose was whose. Well, Michael and Maddie have the same first initial so we started numbering things. It has kind of turned into a little inside joke around here. When we scramble for the right name of the kid we are yelling at talking to
we end up joking and saying "number 3, come here". Numbers are easier. So instead of monogramming their initials on the shirts, I appliqued their "number". Got to love big families, huh?
Projects that we have in the making:
Projects not yet started: