... you know the ones.
The Cat Vs. The Dog
Every night, after we tuck our kids in bed, my hubby and I settle in and watch our dog and cat try and coexist. It’s hilarious.
Until this happens:
(I heard a crash LITERALLY 5 minutes before I hit publish on this post!)
Friend+enemy=Frenemy
“Frenemy” is a portmanteau of “friend” and “enemy” which can refer to either an enemy disguised as a friend or to a partner who is simultaneously a competitor and rival.
His name is Francios (said in my best French accent which sorta sounds like fancy Texan).
He’s six:
He’s one of the Compassion children our family sponsors. He lives in Togo, Africa. In the last six months, he’s written us five letters!
God blessed our family with some extra and we were able to send Francios a family gift a couple of months ago. Compassion allows you to send a financial gift every year to your Compassion children.
Last week, when my daughter opened a Compassion envelope, she gasped. I could tell it wasn’t an ordinary (although always special) letter. This photograph was accompanied with a letter of thanks from Francios’ family:
With our family gift (small by American standards), this precious family bought there first bed! (There are 5 in the family) They bought rice and supplies and most importantly, they started a business! (selling used clothes)
One of my favorite things about Compassion is they don’t just help people out of poverty, they give families the tools to help themselves. They meet with the family when a family gift is given and help them decide how to spend it best.
This financial gift -that we’ll never miss- might have changed Francios’ family.
But it changed mine more.
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Rescuing children from poverty is one of the most inspiring and beautiful experiences our family has ever shared together. It’s never too late to sponsor a child. You can do it today.
I love brown sugar. I eat it for fun. Just kidding. ahem.
I hate when my brown sugar gets lumpy and turns as hard as a rock.
My mother-in-law gave me a terra cotta Brown Sugar Bear
I love this little $3 bear. It really keeps brown sugar from turning hard and I just transfer it to a new bag after it’s opened.
It works for me!
Don’t forget NEXT WEEK is a themed edition of WFMW: Share a back-to-school tip! AND, three WFMW participants will win some cool back-to-school goodies!!
*UPDATED with WINNERS* Congratulations to random commenters Deanne Riddle (email: deannemk@yahoo.com) and Life’s Good Be Happy
It’s sort of a long [home decor] story.
But, I love stories don’t you?
For months, lo years, I kept seeing this eye-catching, beautiful inspirational art popping up in different places: the tiny gift store at Family Camp,
a random shop along the beach,
in a friend’s home.
It took me awhile to put two-and-two together. Because I’m quick like that. It dawned on me that one company, called Glory Haus was producing the art I had fallen in love with (but had yet to own).
Until now:
When I made the epiphany and discovered that Glory Haus was a growing, amazing company owned by moms, I knew I had to share them with you.
They sent me this beautiful piece of art to hang. I cried when I read it:
Glory Haus is giving away TWO $75 gift certificates today on my blog! Visit their HUGE catalog, and tell me what you love in the comments.
This giveaway ends on Friday.
We always take pictures on the first day of school. Her are the last three years:
I’ll be adding a new picture for another new school year (2010), in the morning.
I tucked a special back-to-school survival bag into each of my kid’s backpack.
All I need is Kleenex to get me thru the day.
Is it just me, or is this growing up thing, hard?
P.S. I’d like to point out a few things you might notice in the above collage: 1. yes, those are fall decorations in the background of 2009. WHAT WAS I THINKING? It was August and over 100 degrees everyday. 2. In 2008, my 1 year old is wearing a leash. You do what you gotta do. 3. YES, I KNOW: my kids are adorable!
*UPDATED*
School Year: 2010
5th grade
3rd grade
Preschool
Do you cry at the start of a new year?
P.S. I only choked up once this morning (and that had more to do with the highly developed, french-manicured girl at the lockers!)
