tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74921883454844854752024-02-07T02:46:35.156-08:00Dodd Daily DosesTonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.comBlogger553125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-53607982707305838352013-02-22T19:47:00.002-08:002013-02-22T19:47:33.585-08:00A Turtle???<div align="center">
We were sitting around watching a show about Creation. They said, "God is eternal."</div>
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Wesley turned to Jon and said, "He just said God is a <em><strong>turtle</strong></em>, but he's not."</div>
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Haha!</div>
Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-76555210641603192013-02-18T20:02:00.000-08:002013-02-18T20:02:25.083-08:00Sweet Talker...<div style="text-align: center;">
Wesley told me today and yesterday that I'm the best Mommy he's EVER had.</div>
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Sure, hearing I was the best mommy in the world might have been a better compliment except that it was said by my sweet Wesley who has the gift of words of encouragement. He always says the sweetest things while wearing the sweetest looks on his face.</div>
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He is such a blessing to me- my bonus baby!</div>
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Of course, I told him he was the best Wesley I've ever had!!!</div>
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Wesley has a slinky shaped like a heart that is different colors on different ends. He told me "torquoise hearts beat like this (side to side) and red hearts beat like this in and out."</div>
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When I asked him how he knew that he said, "Well, I was outside and God told me. I saw His shine come down and he told me something. He said torquoise hearts like to party and beat crazy so that's why I gave you a red heart."</div>
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Then he went on to tell me how God came to his room last night and took his brain last night and moved it around. Then he ended his story with "and that was in real life!"</div>
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I hope he's always able to listen to God voice that well!</div>
Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-9064151312037275542012-09-29T15:29:00.001-07:002012-09-29T15:29:03.340-07:00Wordless Wednesday Will...<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Yeah, he's cute and he knows it!</div>
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To say that bedtime is a struggle around here would be putting it mildly. Those two have Twin-a-Palooza in their bedroom every night. The worst part is that they don't stay in their room! </div>
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We put them back several times until they finally beat us and we lay on the couch and ignore them! Then when Jon and I finally go to bed it's aways a fun bedtime of edition of </div>
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"Where's Will and Wesley".</div>
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Bedtime-my least favorite part of the day made a little better when I can at least get some funny pictures out of it. </div>
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Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-88849557346614471952012-09-29T15:21:00.005-07:002012-09-29T15:21:47.960-07:00Will's Nonsils...<div style="text-align: center;">
Wesley just started yelling excitedly, "Will has his nonsils back!" </div>
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Will ran in hear and said, "You know you had the doctor cut my nonsils out? They grew back!!!" Then opened his mouth wide and made me look. I had to explain that the dangly thing in the back of his throat wasn't his <em>tonsils,</em> and that they were still gone :)</div>
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I love that Wesley was so excited for him!</div>
Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-36489700915453569932012-04-25T20:24:00.001-07:002012-04-25T20:24:51.969-07:00Wesley Wednesday...After church tonight I asked Wesley what he learned. He very excitedly said, "God loves you and me!"<br />
I said, "He does? What about Jackson?" <br />
Wesley said, "Weeellll, maybe a little bit." then he held his fingers really close to each other and said, "he loves him this little bit."<br />
Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-5180647500054292872012-03-27T13:51:00.001-07:002012-03-27T13:51:34.146-07:00At Least They Are Getting Along...I was about to lose my ever loving mind if one more morning I told the kids it was time to start school only to hear, "just let me finish this level"! I'm sure your kids all greet the beginning of the school day with great joy, but mine became even more reluctant once they were sucked into the world of TV or itouches. The principal and I decided that the new policy at Dodd Christian Academy would be NO electronics before 4:00. Thus school would be over and they shouldn't be a problem. When we made the announcement at last night's family meeting Ashton announced she was moving out, but they reluctantly handed them over and never once asked for them this morning. Instead of coming downstairs to the sight of kids vegged out in front of the TV I found all 4 kids working together to build a monster truck land. Let me repeat that in case you missed the most important part of my personal little mini-miracle: ALL 4 kids working TOGETHER!!! So now they begged me a for a few more minutes to finish their land but that is something I can agree to much more readily!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbqoaFWr41EUNvgR7pEudTm2_S8NrvXP63JLIIaeSCusxWHe7qOFQKh7Uud_36aVYMxAB6KJj_rE_yyYCmJ8LyomRYExtA2Fb0QOStOf0bgJslIsBlTEnZl9SgrxMgA_SwHbKInMBdCBE/s640/blogger-image--192795747.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkbqoaFWr41EUNvgR7pEudTm2_S8NrvXP63JLIIaeSCusxWHe7qOFQKh7Uud_36aVYMxAB6KJj_rE_yyYCmJ8LyomRYExtA2Fb0QOStOf0bgJslIsBlTEnZl9SgrxMgA_SwHbKInMBdCBE/s640/blogger-image--192795747.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjge6n7-7OYIIO-mQYNBSUbiFPatoay1jHDIw4_kWorFR0SLvdsCo1hhtrL14Zcx8O5obwW_5urv8bC0Lk8YB0hrBGF-3Jre0O0BgF-C2iUBdPSW2eoKaDF4R8iYNF9-Ia6L4TAMxz4Saez/s640/blogger-image-36775321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjge6n7-7OYIIO-mQYNBSUbiFPatoay1jHDIw4_kWorFR0SLvdsCo1hhtrL14Zcx8O5obwW_5urv8bC0Lk8YB0hrBGF-3Jre0O0BgF-C2iUBdPSW2eoKaDF4R8iYNF9-Ia6L4TAMxz4Saez/s640/blogger-image-36775321.jpg" /></a></div>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-6801043330448584342012-03-17T21:52:00.001-07:002012-03-17T21:52:39.768-07:00My favorite quote of the day...While we were watching a movie Jackson said, "I sure hope Jackie Chan is a Christian so I can meet him in heaven one day and learn some moves." I love my sweet boy!Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-4090233796122935512012-02-29T08:30:00.001-08:002012-02-29T08:30:59.341-08:00<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAQXi2KHBDMBF8KpNpAUUEb9_qOBMjU2QHNN0RNoWWpdiBNg1NoWMqlt-TWhpK-r0RijnboyCFmnR41PN5huZxMlWLHn8xuSbyIRQrzdMYjssFdV3tdxwmlm9AdELq0K8X4Z2X5LX9pyx/s640/blogger-image-1016076895.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAQXi2KHBDMBF8KpNpAUUEb9_qOBMjU2QHNN0RNoWWpdiBNg1NoWMqlt-TWhpK-r0RijnboyCFmnR41PN5huZxMlWLHn8xuSbyIRQrzdMYjssFdV3tdxwmlm9AdELq0K8X4Z2X5LX9pyx/s640/blogger-image-1016076895.jpg" /></a></div>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-65686519609452714952012-02-19T07:53:00.001-08:002012-02-19T07:54:19.235-08:00Good Old Peter PanThis morning the boys came downstairs to see that it was snowing big, giant snow flakes. They were so excited! Then as usual they had funny commentary:<br />
Will: "Peter Pan made it snow!"<br />
Wesley (in a serious voice): "Yeah, Peter Pan and God." <br />
Will: "Peter Pan is coming to our house!"<br />
Wesley (in a sad voice): "Yeah, but not God. He can't fly :( "<br />
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Yes, I proceeded to explain that God is always with us, but maybe this week there should be a little more watching of "What's in the Bible with Buck Denver" and a little less "Jake and the Neverland Pirates"!Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-47546146089961850572012-01-05T16:00:00.001-08:002012-01-05T16:12:29.734-08:00Don't Mess With Will...<div align="center">If you mess with Will like Wesley did today when he threw his chocolate milk in the sink Will might say, "Mommy, Wesley makes the whole world stupid." Of course, since he can't really say some of the letters in that sentence I asked him to repeat himself (all the while hoping I didn't hear what I thought I'd heard, but no such luck!). He spoke a lot slower and included his arms open wide to make sure I understood "the whole world". </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I said, "Why do you think Wesley makes the world stupid?"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Without missing a beat for even a second he said, "Because he scratches me, hits me, pushes me, and scratches me and pushes me!"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Oh well, I guess they can't love each other every minute :)</div>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-58000026071867829502012-01-04T18:04:00.001-08:002012-01-04T18:04:22.296-08:00Wesley said...Out of the blue Wesley walked up to Ashton and said, "Ashton, you and Taylor Swift are my 2 favorite girls!" and hugged her. He sure loves his sissy!Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-42248047093659432822011-10-10T17:15:00.001-07:002011-10-10T17:15:29.701-07:001,000 Gifts...8. I'm thankful that I happened to get sick on my mom's day off and for a mom willing to watch my kids on her only day off in 2 weeks!<br />
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9. I'm very grateful for a hubby who drives home on his lunch hour to bring me crackers and Coke. God blessed me with a good man :)Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-26241314805490262452011-10-10T10:42:00.001-07:002011-10-10T10:42:51.642-07:001,000 Gifts...7. Sunday afternoons on Mawmaw's porch hanging out with family. NOTHING is better than hanging out with my family. I am so grateful to have them all so close!<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccA6zBgKR_vmwlz06GDbv7zcJmzkAwpVA2ocyhFHgRVHWYMlCoBM9v9vGp19Ey7OKUpFYCNEvmVB_wu0N8LPrLSa5HqW7PLiM2wntHueA8bKBDSIa59BYg97mGOIeGdiJCPBdsSlKgKme/s640/blogger-image-136797304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccA6zBgKR_vmwlz06GDbv7zcJmzkAwpVA2ocyhFHgRVHWYMlCoBM9v9vGp19Ey7OKUpFYCNEvmVB_wu0N8LPrLSa5HqW7PLiM2wntHueA8bKBDSIa59BYg97mGOIeGdiJCPBdsSlKgKme/s640/blogger-image-136797304.jpg" /></a></div>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-40148755188994747582011-10-08T13:03:00.001-07:002011-10-08T13:03:59.872-07:001,000 Gifts ...5. Right now I am thankful for yard sales that are over, cleaned up, modest profit, garage much less cluttered, and leftovers donated to a friend. <br />
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6. That my 2 boys are playing pirate ship so well together. <br />
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2. Waking up with one child's body wedged on my right side and one on my left. Then the latecomer had nowhere to go and is sound asleep on my back!<br />
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4. Seeing my daughter trying to teach her baby brother to read any reading him lots of books over and over and whispering the words in his ear and her not even realizing all the while she's becoming a better reader, not to mention a better person. <br />
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I’d been wanting to get the book when I could savor it, thus the beach. This is DEFINITELY a book to be savored! I once heard someone say that there are different worship styles just like there are learning styles. Some feel closest to God through music, some through ritual, and some like me who feel closest when studying God’s word and making discoveries and connections therein (there were other worship styles but I can’t remember them right now).</p><br /><p align="center">This book spoke to me like few others before (and I’m not even half way through!). There’s a saying about something being a feast for the eyes, but this book was a feast for the soul for me. God truly blessed Ann Voskamp with the gift of prose. I love reading her descriptions of things. </p><br /><p align="center">So, I have to join her on the challenge to chronicle 1,000 things I am thankful to God for, though I don’t believe that will be hard as He has blessed me abundantly. I am so excited to chronicle them on my blog and to get into a habit of thankfulness. What a gift that would be to pass on the my children- the ability to always find something to be thankful for during the sunshine and especially during the storms! I can’t think of much I’d rather pass onto them. I tell them all the time that people want to be around people who reflect the joy of Jesus. I’m hoping this habit of thankfulness will make me into one of those joy reflectors.</p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank" src="'"><img style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: none; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" title="1,000 thankfulness" border="0" alt="1,000 thankfulness" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zXVRYMb4KQI/To5qx1ZQvcI/AAAAAAAAG1A/_ATGUjC3ZOg/1%25252C000%252520thankfulness%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="104" /></a></p><br /><p align="center">Wow, number one is kind of daunting. It should be really elaborate and profound and wonderful and the perfect kick off. For once, I’m going to keep it simple. Simple, but fathomless:</p><br /><p align="center">1. Jesus.</p>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-3446811928769272492011-09-27T21:00:00.001-07:002011-09-27T21:00:37.192-07:00Wordless Wednesday…<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP07ohzra3SKQTU6HCirHjYedvNb7Mv5YCsz8xuvvAkZ37N05VQDj_k-z2wPLLhh5leele4oYhBOhxwnfYw9mszTN2qsbTL0fQxh4GIY2ROjf4x7bI6tz99ikWKpBiSYzKbYSSZdYbwENn/s1600-h/DSC_0113%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0113" border="0" alt="DSC_0113" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-pxowy6ftRU4/ToKb5Ln34OI/AAAAAAAAG00/MzrZ3We6m3E/DSC_0113_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /></a></p> Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-39211801836442278162011-09-27T20:45:00.001-07:002011-09-28T14:29:37.712-07:00Remind Me Why I Spent Money on Bunk Beds…<p align="center">Every night as I go up to bed I am never sure where I will find the kids sleeping. Sometimes they are all in one bed and sometimes they aren’t in beds at all!</p> <p align="center">I love when I find them all in Sissy’s room because I know that means she was reading to them:</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqrKiQiEzV0A37Mmnuce7lk1kGWHKQRWTMt-PuYDk9q9SkZj-M2agJXDarmEpZ9qPDUrgnFVlPsCaed-mkqdnxTwZ78nPFZtL8xBPaWrjZYSW89VAPQ6-2yAUnpox_AwfWPNfkoMBiL6yr/s1600-h/DSC_0097%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0097" border="0" alt="DSC_0097" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G7buUxr9cdk/ToKYR9aQCOI/AAAAAAAAGy0/H1bcdldEYN0/DSC_0097_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /></a></p> <p align="center">Jackson’s room is a very popular stop. Half the time he encourages it and they stay up way to late playing. Other nights he locks his doors to keep out nighttime visitors. Usually, it is Will I find in Jackson’s room because they are my night owls while I will find Ashton and Wesley up playing long before the rest of the house. On this night I took a picture because they were both snuggling their stuffed dogs. Every night I still find Jackson snuggling his Sparky is like a gift because it seems he is growing up way too fast!</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8Y2JHvWQ9pfe8H5nD0LXThRV9fUarcFQ-5BRrk1UZ6jHRfPZFjDGZoEs0ZuMMU3EviQr-Hl03Qo5hofDpxa_iUOFElnkTZHfwty1gM4P4JRk_yvjvHw1SjS0T9TTjjpBDiOgkQFS7kA-/s1600-h/DSC_0099%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0099" border="0" alt="DSC_0099" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-bz2Y8SzSLVE/ToKYTP7mZvI/AAAAAAAAGy8/LpGXM5kAsio/DSC_0099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="164" /></a></p> <p align="center">All this just goes to prove my case that we should just throw them all in one room and use their bedrooms for other things!</p> Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-89433260143267929872011-09-27T20:20:00.001-07:002011-09-27T20:20:30.856-07:00When You Spend a Lot of Time in Time Out…<p align="center">You have to find a way to entertain yourself:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9eRCVjMIv9wQEux0hb8kTJEeGVrKRP1kv4bfOB3tNwvKWYKrt6CkJa9sDly0Y_Hag7YBPBjy5PUad712GEZurjgzjdrM_LBCxA7PdDGE1nVCVpGT_q4R3NLklBSyslPMS5Dpw2QM9u4AW/s1600-h/DSC_0003%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC_0003" border="0" alt="DSC_0003" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-waqv9QhD7vo/ToKSfWiYFrI/AAAAAAAAGwM/o0Kvmk0_M9k/DSC_0003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" height="244" /></a></p> Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-71190277286869054262011-09-01T18:05:00.000-07:002011-09-27T17:41:03.593-07:00Big Haps in the Dodd House...<div> <div> <div style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiLpdRLg4TyNllpeKGD9qtuZCnRI-VXqpX4FYdoKGMh0y2pVXXIzZNqnc2rB1KW2WY0AomL0JFh3pZQt4Qp7Fq7N5kUIndKFh-AtTDf63cgdxNoYFzI5PsE0aoHdF9imeSrMVoh8wovs/s1600/Easter-June+2010+240.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbiLpdRLg4TyNllpeKGD9qtuZCnRI-VXqpX4FYdoKGMh0y2pVXXIzZNqnc2rB1KW2WY0AomL0JFh3pZQt4Qp7Fq7N5kUIndKFh-AtTDf63cgdxNoYFzI5PsE0aoHdF9imeSrMVoh8wovs/s400/Easter-June+2010+240.JPG" /></a> </div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both">Part of being this wonderful man's wife is possessing the ability to be extremely excited when dead turkeys and deer show up in the back of your man's truck, <em>always</em> photographing them, eating them for every meal, hanging on the edge of your seat to hear the 45 minute play by play of the big kill, and patiently chasing the kids on Sunday morning while he tells it again to every man in the building (OK, so I don't do so well with the last one).</div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both"><em>Do you want to know a secret?</em></div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both">I love every minute of it. Maybe not every minute when he falls asleep all afternoon because he got up so early or when I never get to sleep in on Saturday or when he gets home hours after he said he would... wait, where was I going with this?</div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both"></div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both">Oh yeah, I love my hunter. No, really. I love that he is so incredibly passionate about something. I love that he's passionate about something that has been important to my family for generations. I love that he is passing that passion on to our next generation. I love that after days of working at a stressful job and being a very involved father he has this safe, wholesome way to unwind. I love that he says his favorite part of hunting is sitting in nature marveling at the Creator. I love that he is never closer to his God than when hunting. I love that God has gifted him with many hunter friends who are godly influences. I love that God has placed us within a church family where they embrace hunting and the pastor calls him every time he sees a big buck. I love that he has a secret dream of a way to use his passion for the glory of God's kingdom and as an <font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">evangelism</font> tool.</div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both">And most of all, I love that in 2 years all 4 kids will be old enough to go with him, and I will be making up all those Saturday sleep ins I missed!</div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both"></div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both">So, as the rest of us feel fall approaching and get excited for beautiful leaves, football, <font id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pumpkins</font>, and my birthday (maybe that's only me that gets excited about that one) my man is getting the itch feeling deer season around the corner. I absolutely groan and will dread it, (have I ever told how I once missed my own birthday dinner becuase I was helping him track a deer) but I have to admit to loving it for him as well. Besides, I can always get him to do lots of honey <font id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">do's</font> on Saturday afternoons- if he stays awake.</div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both"></div> <div style="text-align: center; clear: both">So there's my secret. Don't tell him or I will lose all honey do leverage!</div> </div> </div> Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-13080731234351367212011-08-06T20:14:00.001-07:002011-08-06T20:14:42.643-07:00My Wonderful Husband<p>I have the best husband in the world.  He is so good looking.</p> Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-82192489951511520562011-06-15T20:01:00.000-07:002011-06-15T20:08:53.681-07:00Wesley Wednesday...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0i1W4X8agvBQnSzY2W1cV6HgvQAbvVbY3S_NDTyHPKSrJSaNbue8HJxtFrosePx3KONsRDXlqSJIWHPfmi_JijADLOn6qurJOy3P0QgfP_yaJwV8WXilAM4uLPXPfWNGE3bvrpOGDvn0/s1600/DSC_0518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618648852640022930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz0i1W4X8agvBQnSzY2W1cV6HgvQAbvVbY3S_NDTyHPKSrJSaNbue8HJxtFrosePx3KONsRDXlqSJIWHPfmi_JijADLOn6qurJOy3P0QgfP_yaJwV8WXilAM4uLPXPfWNGE3bvrpOGDvn0/s400/DSC_0518.JPG" border="0" /></a> When I told Wesley it was going to rain today he started crying- I mean big alligator tears. He was sad and crying about a storm for about 30 minutes (He's become scared of them after a few bad ones we've had lately.). Then he walked up to me and with tears in his eyes sincerely said, "Mommy, can you please ask God to stop watering his flowers?"<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I've never said that and have no idea where he heard it from! It surprised me but was oh so precious- just like him!</div>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492188345484485475.post-15190607733883044142011-05-26T20:11:00.000-07:002011-05-26T20:20:56.359-07:00Well, That's a New One...<div align="center">Tonight Jon only read the twins one book because it was so late when they got to bed. </div><br /><div align="center">Then Wesley informed Jon that, "Jesus said we could have 2 books."</div><br /><div align="center">Jon asked if he had talked to Jesus.</div><br /><div align="center">Without missing a beat Wesley said, "Yeah, he was at our school. He wore white <em>and He was perfect</em>! And He had a beard in his nose like you."</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So, that's a new bedtime excuse around here, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">believe</span> me we thought we'd heard them all.</div><br /><div align="center">Apparently, I need to keep an eye on Wesley because the morning after his t-ball practice I told the lazy thing he had to put his own clothes on. Then he told me, "My coach said that you had to dress me."</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Yep, I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> keeping my eye on that one...</div>Tonya Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14488744267180932145noreply@blogger.com0