Yesterday all of the beautiful snow fall warmed and turned into rain. And rain, and rain! The second most rain here in recorded history. Fortunately we live at the top of a hill, and we/our home are perfectly fine. Others in towns and counties surrounding us are flooded with some as high as rooftops.
Matt flew back from Portland this morning and saw all of the damage along I-5 -- It's under 10 feet of water for about a mile! And unfortunately, the local Home Depot was also submerged, which doesn't help local residents get back on their feet.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Party in the Toy Bin
Mr. Colin's new favorite place to play is in the toy bin. This picture says it all!
What Good Are You?
I asked the cat to fold the laundry, and this is what happened. Can he make himself useful sometime?The Snow Blues
"Uhmmm, Dad -- my tricycle is covered in snow. Can we go rescue it?"
OK - this wet, white stuff is not what I had in mind!
Holiday Party
We had fun at last night's company holiday party. You hear wild stories about some company holiday parties, but not with this group -- just a classic party with great food, great wine, and pretty decent conversation. What a great, snowy night to get swept into the spirit of the season!
Saturday, December 1, 2007
It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Yeah! It's snowing as I write this, and the huge fluffy flakes are collecting on the lawn. Guess Matt gets out of mowing the yard for yet another week.
The company holiday party is tonight, so I decided to get spruced up by the professionals. I hit Nordstrom before lunch and got a makeover from the Clinique counter (what a treat -- haven't done that in years!) and then headed over to the salon for a trim -- and of course, asked for a style with a little more "flip."
I listened to Christmas tunes as I drove home in the snow and just thought about how much I love the Christmas season. I think I love it because we get to enjoy it for so long.
I am also reading Beth Moore's Study titled, "Jesus - 90 Days with the One and Only." I am hoping to read it in time for Christmas, as it is really preparing my heart to celebrate the birth of our savior.
Last night I read Beth's view (not scriptural, -- purely fiction -- but interesting, nonetheless) on how Mary might have felt on the night after Jesus had been born. Here is some of what she shares, as Mary sits holding baby Jesus in the moonlight:
"The fullness of the Godhead rested in her inexperienced arms, sleeping to the rhythm of her heart. This time she hummed a song she did not know, a song being sung by the choir of angels hovering over her head but hidden from her carnal senses. The deafening hallelujahs of the heavenly hosts were silent to mortal ears except through the sounds of a young woman's voice who had unknowingly given human notes to a holy score. The glory of God filled the earth. Heaven hammered a bridge, but one young woman sat unaware of all that swelled in the atmosphere around her...."
And the snow is still falling. Oh, how I love Christmas time!
The company holiday party is tonight, so I decided to get spruced up by the professionals. I hit Nordstrom before lunch and got a makeover from the Clinique counter (what a treat -- haven't done that in years!) and then headed over to the salon for a trim -- and of course, asked for a style with a little more "flip."
I listened to Christmas tunes as I drove home in the snow and just thought about how much I love the Christmas season. I think I love it because we get to enjoy it for so long.
I am also reading Beth Moore's Study titled, "Jesus - 90 Days with the One and Only." I am hoping to read it in time for Christmas, as it is really preparing my heart to celebrate the birth of our savior.
Last night I read Beth's view (not scriptural, -- purely fiction -- but interesting, nonetheless) on how Mary might have felt on the night after Jesus had been born. Here is some of what she shares, as Mary sits holding baby Jesus in the moonlight:
"The fullness of the Godhead rested in her inexperienced arms, sleeping to the rhythm of her heart. This time she hummed a song she did not know, a song being sung by the choir of angels hovering over her head but hidden from her carnal senses. The deafening hallelujahs of the heavenly hosts were silent to mortal ears except through the sounds of a young woman's voice who had unknowingly given human notes to a holy score. The glory of God filled the earth. Heaven hammered a bridge, but one young woman sat unaware of all that swelled in the atmosphere around her...."
And the snow is still falling. Oh, how I love Christmas time!
Giving thanks for Costco
I have a funny and precious story to tell you that speaks to how much God must just love to hear the prayers of small children.
Last night I watched our friends' girls for the evening. As the three year old prepared for bed, I brushed her beautiful blond hair and told her that her hair was pretty. And she suggested we thank God for her hair when we prayed before going to bed.
Fifteen minutes later, and after reading the princess story (we don't have those in my house, so it was kind of fun), we said our prayers. And I forgot the hair (oh my!)
After saying, "Amen," she squealed, "You forgot to tell God!" And I wondered, well, I prayed to Jesus, did this mean the same thing to her, maybe I should have kept it simple and said, "God." I was overthinking this, by the way -- she's three!
Meanwhile, I know God is getting abig chuckle out of this, as I finally realize, "I forgot to tell God... thanks for her beautiful blond hair!"
Back-tracking a bit, I recommended we say a special prayer JUST for her hair. That was a splendid idea, as shown by the huge grin on her face.
And after that, she said a special prayer that said, "And thanks for Costco and our food."
How tender to hear a child thank God for what he had given her. I have so much to look forward to with Colin.
Last night I watched our friends' girls for the evening. As the three year old prepared for bed, I brushed her beautiful blond hair and told her that her hair was pretty. And she suggested we thank God for her hair when we prayed before going to bed.
Fifteen minutes later, and after reading the princess story (we don't have those in my house, so it was kind of fun), we said our prayers. And I forgot the hair (oh my!)
After saying, "Amen," she squealed, "You forgot to tell God!" And I wondered, well, I prayed to Jesus, did this mean the same thing to her, maybe I should have kept it simple and said, "God." I was overthinking this, by the way -- she's three!
Meanwhile, I know God is getting abig chuckle out of this, as I finally realize, "I forgot to tell God... thanks for her beautiful blond hair!"
Back-tracking a bit, I recommended we say a special prayer JUST for her hair. That was a splendid idea, as shown by the huge grin on her face.
And after that, she said a special prayer that said, "And thanks for Costco and our food."
How tender to hear a child thank God for what he had given her. I have so much to look forward to with Colin.
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