tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57190097337243204962024-02-06T22:30:26.490-08:00Bella's little RoseBella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.comBlogger490125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-2340607108744407362014-02-18T21:01:00.004-08:002014-02-18T21:01:46.019-08:00two years later...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" id="vp1Gn9ln" src="https://s3.amazonaws.com/embed.animoto.com/play.html?w=swf/production/vp1&e=1392785740&f=Gn9lnG2Y31GoBwcZEfAtSA&d=0&m=a&r=360p&volume=100&start_res=360p&i=m&asset_domain=s3-p.animoto.com&animoto_domain=animoto.com&options=" title="Video Player" width="640"></iframe><br />
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Prayers appreciated.</div>Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-30095643650670801692011-12-24T07:10:00.000-08:002011-12-24T07:10:43.664-08:00Merry and Bright...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Merry Christmas</div>
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From our Family to yours!</div>Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-56249690245117326822011-12-22T22:43:00.000-08:002011-12-22T22:51:34.054-08:00imperfect...I am close to my 32nd birthday...<br />
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My written words are sometimes misinterpreted, misunderstood, taken in a way they were never intended.</div>
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This blog is a place to be me. To share my truth. To share my life. To share my heart. To share myself. I have a lot of faults. I am in no way perfect. I am okay with my imperfections. It's taken me pretty close to my whole 32 years to say, I love who am - being imperfect, is perfect, because I am me. God loves me. God made me. God even forgives me, when I say something hurtful, that I didn't intend to hurt. When I yell at my kids when I should be loving them. When I don't have enough time to do everything for everybody. When I drink more tea than water. When I am too sensitive. When I have to have my house just so, or things organized in a way that life doesn't feel out of control. </div>
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I write this blog, because it's my place to share <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">HIS love</span>.</div>
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At times, when I've written something that gets misinterpreted, misunderstood, or is taken as hurtful; the people pleaser in me, wants to shut Bella's little Rose down forever. But I won't..... because I have a job to do here. That job is to tell you, that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">He love you too</span>! Even when you feel totally imperfect, far from lovable, and totally misunderstood, crazed, and overwhelmed by life. </div>
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In this season, of the greatest gift the world has ever known, let's reflect. Reflect on <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">how great His love is for us</span>, that he sent us his son to be a common man, to die for our sins, so that we can be forgiven for being such imperfect beings. How awesome, is that gift?!!! How awesome is it that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">we are loved </span>far greater than we can ever fathom???!!! Far more than we even deserve. </div>
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There is magic in my heart tonight.</div>
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I am filled, despite my imperfections.</div>
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and if not, I pray that maybe you can read my heart in this little message here at Bella's little Rose and know that despite your imperfections, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">you are loved too!</span></div>
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(random photos from our Holiday home! - be prepared for picture overload!)</div>
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Buddy, our kitty has decided her loves to snooze under the trees...</div>
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What Christmas would be complete without Charlie Brown and his gang???</div>
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Doesn't the Charlie Brown Christmas song just make you smile?</div>
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and most of all our annual Christmas cookie baking day!<br />
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This is one of my favorite ornaments...</div>
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my teapot. I got her when I was 14 from my Mama!</div>
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Isn't she sweet?</div>
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We like to go out and cut our tree(s) - maybe we love it so much because it's just another special tradition?!;-)</div>
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Elf on a Shelf</div>
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Have you heard about this???</div>
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It's really fun!!!</div>
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Every year, since Bella was wee, I have given a tree that the kid's get to decorate.</div>
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This year, since we have so many ornaments, due to our ornament exchanging,</div>
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and crafting we got a BIG tree for the girls to decorate, all for their very own.</div>
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They did such a great job! </div>
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Matt and I put the lights on, and then they went for it!</div>
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They did great!</div>
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Lola and Buddy found a place on the tree!</div>
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Lola is quite intrigued by this whole Christmas business since it's her very first Christmas with her real family!</div>
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Just a few more days to go...</div>
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are you soaking up the fun?</div>
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It's almost Christmas time!!!</div>
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Have fun making memories, traditions mean so much!</div>Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-34123436158448499102011-12-05T13:16:00.001-08:002011-12-05T14:02:08.868-08:00a Christmas alphabet...<i><br /></i><br />
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<i>by Bella Reed age 8</i></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">A</span> - is for advent calendar<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">B</span>- is for baby Jesus is born<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">C</span> - is for Christmas caroling<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">D</span> - is for Deck the Halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la la la la la!<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">E</span> - is for events and elves<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">F</span>- is for family and friends<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">G</span>- is for giving instead of getting<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>- is for the Holy Spirit<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I</span>- is for icy icicles<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">J</span>- is for Jolly old St. Nick<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">K</span>- is for kindness<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">L</span>- is for lights and lots of love<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">M</span>- is for Merry<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">N</span>- is for nice & naughty children<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">O</span>- is for ornament<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">P</span>- is for present<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Q</span>- is for quiet night<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">R</span>- is for Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>- is for Santa Clause<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>- is for tinsel<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">U</span>- is for unwrapped<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">V</span>-is for voices singing<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">W</span>- is for wishes<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">X</span>- is for X-mas<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Y</span>- is for yuletide treasure<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Z</span>- is for zazzling dazzleBella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-83286253089643403882011-11-30T11:58:00.001-08:002011-11-30T12:17:06.769-08:00not for the squeamish...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Not only is this what I feel like today, it's what I look like too!<br />
You should have seen the look I got from the preschool teachers today dropping off and picking up Meritt at school.<br />
If I had more energy I would have said, this is what a mom looks like after being up for two nights in a row with the flu going through...<br />
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(warning this post is not for the squeamish!)<br />
Thanksgiving night was Meritt.<br />
Night before last was Bella.<br />
Vomit everywhere...<br />
I have a question... why does the flu always hit in the middle of the night?<br />
Why do kids always throw up in their beds?<br />
Awful I tell you.<br />
Like a hurricane of puke hit.<br />
Ah, yes. These are the glamorous moments of life!<br />
Good thing is, the extraordinary love God gives us for our children provides us the strength and fortitude to not only clean up the puke hurricanes, but also hold their hair back while they throw up time after time for 12 hours straight.<br />
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If that wasn't glamourous enough... after all of that,<br />
Last night was my turn... luckily, I did not throw up in my bed.<br />
I made it to the porcelain god, thankfully!<br />
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So, let's re-cap in the last two weeks: I had a piercing pain in my stomach that ended up being a ruptured ovarian cyst that landed me on bed rest for a few days... then I mustered the energy to put together Thanksgiving dinner for 12. In the middle of the night after Thanksgiving was over and all cleaned up, Meritt awoke to vomit EVERYwhere... she laid on our floor by our bed and vomited all night long. She recovered fairly quickly. We convinced ourselves she must have eaten too much Thanksgiving dinner and dessert, and cleaned up the horror and moved on, praying that it wasn't a virus. Monday night, Bella vomited half asleep & half awake in her bed, got up vomited two more times on the way down to us. Woke us at 1am with vomit dripping from her poor little pathetic shaking body... we put her in the bath, cleaned up the hurricane, made her a bed in the basement, and stayed awake with her cleaning her bowl out every 20 minutes or so while she got sick all night long. By morning, I wasn't sure if I was just exhausted or getting it too, but I made it through the day sanitizing and caring for sick B and bored feeling much better M... by the time Matt got home, I was done. By 8 I was vomiting too, and here we are today... feeling much like that pug eyed face above. Praying that God knows that this is all I can handle for a while.<br />
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So, if you feel so inclined, would you pray that this is the end of the sick people in our home?!!!<br />
It's Christmas time. I have a retail store that needs me... and a slew of other things that really need my attention. Please let this be the last day, I look like my pug dog with my hoodie on my head. I can't take anymore!!!<br />
<br />Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-47343991445560417692011-11-24T08:45:00.001-08:002011-11-24T08:51:34.326-08:00grateful...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am so thankful for all of the blessings in my life. My cup truly does run over! I have happy healthy kids, and a great husband. Together we make a family. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of the day I could have my own family. No where in my dreams did I imagine all the blessings that God would provide me. Life is definitely not perfect. But, in the moments when I feel like life is unraveling a bit, I think of those who have real problems. People that don't know where their next meal will come from. People that spend more time in the cold than in warmth. Those who don't have clean water to drink. When I look at life from this perspective, I know how blessed I truly am. It is with a thankful heart today that I will celebrate this Thanksgiving. Happy to have family and friends, good food, and a warm home to celebrate with and in.<br />
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My prayer is where ever you are today, that you too have blessing that are great. Happy Thanksgiving! Have a wonderful day full of love, and laughter, and lots of good foods to eat!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-34336150989735047632011-11-16T20:45:00.001-08:002011-11-16T20:49:50.563-08:00warm at my feet...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
On cold, stormy nights like these, I am thankful for having these little creatures, my friends, warm at my feet.</div>
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The day we lost Addie Kat, I came home, and I was so thankful that I had these three to come home to.</div>
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I saw this last week on someone's blog... don't remember where or who. SO, I went to my trusty best friend <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a>, and searched for baked chicken spaghetti, and wha-la! The original recipe from the Pioneer Woman. <a href="http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/">www.thepioneerwoman.com</a> - So, I ran out this evening got the ingredients I didn't have, and it looks like it's gonna be a baked spaghetti kind of night. Yumm-o can't wait!<br />
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I love cozy days at home. Especially in the Fall because there is something guilt free about naps, and good cozy comfort foods, and curling up and cuddling with a good book and a dog by your side. That is my idea of a good day!<br />
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Happy Friday, hope you are having a lovely start to your weekend!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-66181055796374942702011-11-02T21:12:00.000-07:002011-11-02T21:16:54.174-07:00Kat...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today, the planet, our hearts, our home, and our lives lost a sweet soul, and heaven gained an angel. We said good-bye to our sweet girl Addie-kat, known to those who loved her just as 'Kat'. Her name is inspired from Audrey Hepburn's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. I just love how Holley Golightly called for her cat... makes me laugh every time I think about it!<br />
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Matt and I picked her out of a box of kittens in my neighbors garage the year we graduated from High School. She was with us every step of our lives as he and I. Today after spending 13 years and 8 months loving her, she passed away. She left this earth peacefully holding on to my shoulder... her happy and safe place. I am glad she is no longer in pain... my heart aches for my own loss, and for the loss of Matt, and the girls, but I am thankful for her. No more pain, no more suffering, no more hurting...<br />
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<i>from Harry Potter (herself) and Hedwig his (her) owl!</i></div>Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-33286107847239695292011-10-24T21:31:00.000-07:002011-10-24T21:31:40.472-07:00my fourth and final trip...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last Thursday, I had the great pleasure to go on my fourth, an final First Christian Pre-primary, annual pumpkin patch field trip! It was a bittersweet day, because I knew I would never again be a mom to a preschooler, and go on one of these fabulous fall outings!<br />
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First off the kids got to play for a bit on the hay fort...<br />
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Then off to line up wash hands, and get ready for a snack!<br />
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This is Meritt's little friend Elsa. She is 3 days younger than Meritt. (although she was supposed to be a month older ;)) They were in the hospital nursery together - now look at them all big and four!<br />
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I am AMAZED how well the teacher get these 16 spirited little individuals to behave. They lined up nicely for a class photo!<br />
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Of course the kids want to see what the picture looks like!<br />
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Then finally snack time - homemade cider donuts and fresh pressed cider... YUM! I got a snack too!<br />
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Off on the wagon we went to hunt for the perfect pumpkin!<br />
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Friends gathered together in the front of the wagon, to ride back to the farm, and say 'see ya later alligator!'<br />
It was the most perfect weather I have ever had on one of these trips... it was great!<br />
<br />Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-6077106810339100282011-10-24T20:49:00.000-07:002011-10-24T20:49:22.830-07:00hello October... oh and goodbye...Wow, October has come and almost gone...<br />
I haven't even posted pictures of the girls starting school, or of our yearly pumpkin patch trip. So, this is the post folks to play catch up in photos... Here it goes:<br />
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Fall blew in like a breeze (hurricane) that I wasn't expecting and blew me right on over... September began the school year. Here is Miss Bella starting her 3rd grade year of school. I was allowed one photo (no more) it happens to be blurry, but I was also reminded that we get what we get and we don't get upset... (so there ya have it!)<br />
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Unlike her sister, Meritt Rose was more than happy to ham it up for the camera! Starting your second year of preschool is BIG business don't you know.<br />
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What a cheese ball... take another picture Mama. I'm going to soak that up as long as I get it! Because apparently in 4 more years you will be too cool for me! :)<br />
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Meritt is indeed having roaring fun in the 4 day 4's. She is doing so well. If you would have told me a year ago, what a year could bring, I would have told you that you were CrAzY! She is making friends, she is excited each and every day about school, and she loves both of her new teachers...<br />
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Seriously, look at that smile - could she be any more excited? This was her first official day without mom (the first day is a short meet and greet with Mama's by their sides!)<br />
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She requested I take her in, and we got there, and I got a --- bye mom, see ya later...<br />
(a bit different than a year ago...!)<br />
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Each day I pick her up, I love hearing all the stories. What fun to be four years old!<br />
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Something we do every year, is go out to the pumpkin patch...<br />
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This year I put my big girl (mama) panties on and took the kiddos by myself out to my hometown, for some good old fashioned fall fun!<br />
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There were piggies to pet (okay watch sleep)<br />
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Goats to feed...<br />
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Meritt loved this part a lot... she made friends with the boys (as she called them)!<br />
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We took a hay wagon (tractor) ride through the corn to the pumpkin patch...<br />
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What a beautiful day we got. What a lovely place.... sometimes I miss the country and itty bitty city I came from!<br />
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tromped through the field to check things out...<br />
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Smiles were all around...<br />
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I said hello to the egg laying chickies...<br />
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Then we found a Daddy pumpkin, a Mama pumpkin, a Bella pumpkin, a Meritt pumpkin, and 4 small animal pumpkins... our porch is filled!<br />
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Can you believe September and October have come and almost gone already??? I'm in a bit of disbelief!<br />
<br />Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-54006480809204747172011-10-21T08:30:00.000-07:002011-10-21T08:30:59.488-07:00reading...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I've shared here a bit that I have been struggling with one of my kids, and that it has been affecting our entire household immensely. Last week was sort of my bottom. Couldn't deal with all of it anymore. By Friday I resorted to leaving home the moment Matt got home from work. I needed out of my house, out of the chaos, I needed to spend some time quiet with God. So, I did. I prayed. I breathed. I at McDonald's french fries (better than going out and doing drugs!) I prayed for peace. I desperately needed that for our home, our family, my soul. I went home that evening, and crawled into bed... got up Saturday and went to work, the next day we went to church as a family. I was still praying for some direction on how to break the terrible cycle we had gotten into.<br />
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I had remembered a book I had seen at the Bible book store one day when I was there. I had judged the title, thinking what a horrible name of a book. I still sort of feel that way. It kind of is a terrible name. I didn't want a new kid, I wanted my kid to be the best she could be, and I needed some help to find her inside of her attitude and fits, and temper. I needed help how to not meet her attitude with my own. How to learn how to respond instead of react. (a really hard one for me!)<br />
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So, out of my desperation I bought the book. The book I judged, but must have somehow remembered because I went and walked in to the Bible book store and bought it.<br />
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I am here to tell you, what a difference a week makes. Whoa. There is peacefulness in our household again. I have taken back the reins... and while everything isn't perfect (let's not be unrealistic here) things are improving beyond my expectations.<br />
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Each night Matt and I are reading this, and implementing Dr. Kevin Leman's strategies into our parenting, and our kids are blossoming because of it.<br />
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I just wanted to share this with you. Maybe you too are having a hard time?! What I love about his book is it's for kids from 2- 30! So helpful, and right to the point. I like that a lot. No beating around the bush. He calls a spade a spade. He starts with the parents, and then we work on the kids. We're working on the relationship with our kids, and for the first time in a while I can honestly say I am enjoying my kids again. I am finding Joy in them. We are laughing, and talking. There is no more yelling... ahhhh, yes I do believe there is PEACE! We still have a few days to go.... I'll keep you posted!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-69458590197439533462011-10-14T22:56:00.000-07:002011-10-14T22:56:46.180-07:00seasons...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">There are so many seasons in life aren't there. Some we can't wait to get through, and others we wish we could savor forever. I happen to be in one of those seasons of life as of late that I just want to get through. I am ready to figure out how to get through this rough phase and move forward...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">As a mama, I want to delight in my children. Find JOY in them. Enjoy our days. I want them to look back on their childhoods and remember me as cheerful, gracious, and loving. Some days I am certain they are going to remember me as an impatient, angry, yelling monster.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lately this is harder said than done. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Ever since school started this year, or maybe two weeks before, it seems like life is in total chaos.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">One of my kids has dumped over the apple cart of our family, and it affects the entire mood and vibe of our home. I am finding it incredibly hard to stay consistent, and positive.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The dreams I had of motherhood seem like an absolute joke during these times. It seems as if the only volume of my voice that is heard is when it's at a roar. I am tired. I am feeling broken at this moment. Like I am failing somehow and I am totally unsure how to mend things so that this season doesn't last forever. The job of raising children into grown people is tremendous, and I don't want to screw this up. I want to get past this. I need to. We all do.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">Here's the truth... I haven't had anything joyful to share with you lately. I apologize. It's a season of life, and I hope it passes quickly. I have had plans to post back to school photos and other happenings, but keeping up with life is all I can muster, and in the quiet moments, all I want is quiet and peace.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">Please pray for PEACE in our family. We are struggling right now. We'll be fine, please don't panic, but we could use your prayer to get our kiddo through this phase of life that is making for a hard season of life for our family!</span></span><br />
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<br />Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-16664704783794618262011-10-06T16:25:00.000-07:002011-10-06T16:25:41.244-07:00floating around my head...It's pretty late in the afternoon, and I feel spent. It's been a long day. Tears are at the very surface, waiting to pour out at any moment, although I have been doing pretty well today all things considered holding it together. I think! Our sweet Addie-kat had to go to the vet today. I discovered that she had gotten sick all over the basement last night, sometime after I got the girls off to school. I knew with one look at what had happened all over the rug in the night that I no longer could blame age for all her ailments. Off we went, her and I to see what comes next...<br />
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We are now waiting... waiting on test results to tell us what to do next. I am pretty sure I know what they are going to tell me, and I'm not sure I'm ready for that.<br />
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She has been a constant in my life, for the last 13 years, and I'm not sure I would know what to do without her around. Matt and I got Addie the month we graduated from high school. My neighbor Bob had a litter of kittens, and told me as a graduation present that I could pick which ever one I wanted. So, I did. Little ball of fluff we brought her home. First to my house (my dad's allergic) parents were less than thrilled. Then she went to live at Matt's house. There she stayed until we got a place of our own. Then she moved with us for a few more years, like nomads on a journey. We added a pug Emma next, then two daughters, then a boy cat named Buddy that she was less than fond of, and then another dog. None of which she was altogether all that found with. I am pretty sure she would have traded being a nomad forever if only she could stay an only child.<br />
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As most things do, it's got me thinking. Pondering, really. Does she know how loved she is? Why did I shoo her off my lap last night when I was busy. Why don't I take more time to enjoy what I have when I have it... Why is life so often like that? Why do we appreciate the things/pets/people in our lives far more once we know what it's like to live without them, or at least the thought??? Why are we humans so that way? Why do we not know instinctively to enjoy things more, to slow down, breath deep and savor moments. It could be our last. Or our loved ones last... kind of a sobering thought.<br />
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My piece of advice for the day... Live in the moment. Kiss your loved ones. Enjoy what you have when you have it... it could be gone tomorrow.<br />
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Funny how a cat can make you think such deep thoughts huh?<br />
I guess love can do that.<br />
Love comes in many forms... that's for sure!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-42676135140718047022011-09-20T13:50:00.000-07:002011-09-20T13:57:41.072-07:00a letter for someday...Dear daughter of mine,<br />
Someday I hope you read this letter, and understand your mother's heart. Because today I'm afraid you don't. In the midst of disciplining you the other day, you looked me square in the eyes and told me you would never forgive me as long as you live. The parent in me, thought to myself that it's okay if you don't forgive me. I knew I was doing what was best for you. The mother in me, the part of me that has loved you since the moment you were conceived, wanted to squeeze you tightly in my arms, and tell you that if you knew how much I loved you... how I was teaching you in love, that you would never be able to hold anger in your heart against me.<br />
You are growing up far too fast my sweet girl. I want you to know (someday) that everyday, I wake up and pray that I will be, and can be, the best Mama I can be for you. I pray that you will one day love the lord, that you will achieve your greatness in life (whatever that may be), and that you will grow to be all of the things you were meant to be. I hope that you always live your life with bigger faith than fear.<br />
Mostly, on days like today when I fear that someday you may wonder why I made you learn certain lessons, certain ways, that you will know that I always made my decisions based on love and faith. Being your mom, is the greatest, and hardest job I have ever had. Somedays I wonder if I am adequately made for such a important and huge job. Then, when I look into your big brown eyes I always know, this was what <b>I was meant to be</b>.<br />
I hope someday, you will understand that part of loving you is teaching you. There will be many more lessons to learn my love, and we will learn them together I'm sure! I want you to know, there will never be a day, no matter how old you get, that I don't lay you down on the feet of Jesus in prayer. I love you with all that I am.<br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(today, this is the song that I listen to over and over...)</span></i><br />
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Eleven years ago today, two baby faced kids said 'I do', with tear filled vows.<br />
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People doubted that it was real. People thought we were too young. Some said it would never last...<br />
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Eleven years later, we have grown up together, learning along the way, and falling a little more in love each year.<br />
God gave me the gift of marrying my best friend. He knew all along what our story would look like written out.<br />
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<i>Dear Matthew, I look forward to growing old with you.</i><br />
<i>Thank you for putting up with me for the last 11 years, and for making my every wish come true!</i><br />
<i>Thank you for our amazing life, for our precious babies, and for loving me even when it's hard.</i><br />
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<i>Love you, Manda</i>Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-59901808406100418812011-09-13T21:39:00.000-07:002011-09-13T21:43:07.524-07:00become great...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><a href="http://pinterest.com/">(found on pinterest)</a></i><br />
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How many times have you found yourself lost in the shadow of feeling belittled, and unseen by those who are around you? Have you then met someone so free, so happy, so great, that they made you feel that way too? Surround yourself with those who make you feel great, because life is too short to feel little! Be that person. Believe you are that person. So that your special God given light, can shine through you!<br />
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One of the GREATEST people I have ever had the privilege of meeting, would have celebrated his birthday yesterday. He passed away too soon, and is missed each day,,, but because of his ability to make others feel great, his example, his energy, his love lives on, inside of many who adored him!<br />
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Happy Birthday Papa, you are missed! Thank you for making me always feel so special!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-8257458344839931972011-09-06T21:02:00.000-07:002011-09-06T21:02:47.067-07:00I have a third grader....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The other night we took a hike/walk/jog/scooter/bike ride - depending on who you were :)<br />
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... Bella found a 'fluff ball' a 'REALLY BIG ONE'!<br />
I suggested she make a BIG wish and that she should make it a good one!<br />
It was two days before school started. Today she started third grade (WOW).<br />
I wonder if her wish that evening had anything to do with her upcoming school day?<br />
I guess I'll never know. If I had a wish I could give her, it would be that she would have JOY inside her so BIG that it would shine out in everything she does! I hope that as she grows she is never too afraid to dream BIG, and go for it. Yes, life is scary (I told her the other day), but it's the scary things in life that make us know we are ALIVE!<br />
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On an honest note: I have first day of school photos (one or two) (I was only allowed a couple outside of the house, because outside of the school would be SO embarrassing!) Anyhow, I am too sleepy and tired to download them, so they will come. I promise! Hope you are getting back into the routine a bit more gracefully than I am! :)Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-5746336945011395092011-09-05T20:33:00.000-07:002011-09-05T20:44:42.337-07:00Summer 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today officially marked our last day of Summer 2011, in our house. It's back to school for Bella bright and early tomorrow morning, and Meritt follows on Thursday. Holy cow summer sure flies by in a hurry... we had a great summer. We got a lot of our projects done. But, we also spent a lot of great quality time doing all sorts of fun family things. In the grand scheme of life, I'm sure that's what we will all remember most when we think back on our summer this year. The lazy evenings at the pool. Watching daddy play softball. Playing at the park. Eating dinner on the patio. Paddle boating on the lake. Our long weekend in Black Butte. Our hike at Cascadia to see the waterfall. Our boat ride on Clear Lake. The week spent with Grammy D and Aunt Christy. Walks with Lola. Painting pictures outside with Mama. Treats at Starbucks when we've behaved.... and ice cream treats just because. It's been fun summer 2011, but it's time for you to go. It's time for back to school, backpacks, homework, chilly nights, sweaters, and playing in the leaves. See you again next year!<br />
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<br />Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-39046447481205140482011-08-29T22:14:00.000-07:002011-08-29T22:15:54.574-07:00what's your version of beautiful???...What is your version of beautiful?<br />
Do you see it when you look in the mirror?<br />
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Why is it sometimes so easy to feel great in your own skin, and other times it's so hard to live inside your own shell...???<br />
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Not feeling too great about myself these days, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's the extra 10 lbs I've put on in the last 6-9 months??? Maybe it's the fact that I'm so cotton picking exhausted that I can't even see straight right now... or maybe that I have to have photos taken of myself tomorrow.<br />
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I'm not sure, but my friend made a great point to me today. She said 'you better be careful what you say about yourself - your little girls are going to pick up on it' .<br />
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Mmmmhmmmm, yep, she was right, as usual!<br />
I do need to be careful.<br />
There are little ears listening to my every word, (no pressure) and those little ears are forming what their own version of what beautiful is. I want them to worry about what's on the inside, not the outside. So, why is it so hard to do that myself?<br />
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Praying that God will give me peace inside my own skin, so that I can be the example to my girls that will teach them that beauty is more about our character than our appearance!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5719009733724320496.post-44941631841662710012011-08-22T13:09:00.000-07:002011-08-22T13:09:27.092-07:00flippity flop feelings... I have approx. 1 and a half days at home with my girls before I work umpteen (8) days straight, we head for a quick labor day weekend getaway, and then it's BACK TO SCHOOL.<br />
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I am really not sure if I should feel sad (which I kind of am). Or be happy that we will get back to a routine, and friends, and art projects sent home, and homework, and back to school nights, and this and that, and the other. My feelings are flippity flopping all over the place!<br />
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My kids are getting so big, and I sometimes wish I could just freeze them where they are. ENJOY them just as they are in this moment, for a little bit longer. I guess, in a sense, Summertime gives me this. It gives me endless days just them and me. No routine, just fly by the seat of our pants... I like it!<br />
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The girls (well Bella mostly) is getting antsy (actually crabby) - so I know that she is ready to be back at it! She gets bored easily if she isn't kept busy, so I know that Summer and it's easiness has begun to get to her.<br />
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One more year of preschool for Meritt, and boy I am going to SAVOR this year! My last year, with a kid at home (at least part of the day) and then she's off to get all grown up too!<br />
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Third grade and the second year of preschool, how did all this go by so fast?<br />
They are getting too big I tell you...<br />
What's next college?<br />
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Well, I guess, all I can do, is just enjoy them, and this lovely Summer while I can!Bella Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16163690262570050081noreply@blogger.com1