tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65618196554078482362024-02-18T21:16:35.489-08:00biehler family newsBecky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.comBlogger170125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-26827386466134922822020-11-19T22:41:00.002-08:002020-11-19T22:41:50.437-08:00One Year Later...<p>We are now into a full year dealing with COVID-19. It seems like it's been about 5 years. I took Kylie to get tested today, so this will be her third time to be tested. It hit her grade pretty hard at school so she's enjoying online school in the comforts of her own bed... her favorite place to be:) Adam and I both went through a period of time where we were extremely fatigued, so I wouldn't be surprised if we already had it at some point. I did not think we would still be dealing with the intensity of this virus here a year later. We are living in history being made. If I never hear the words "uncertain times" or "wear a mask" or "socially distance" again, that will be just fine with me. </p><p>Last month I have officially been with C.C. Creations for 20 years! Ummmmm, what? I was barely out of college and the idea of adulting was exciting. I remember being so tired from working a full day that I would drive home and nap at lunch. I missed those afternoons off my senior year at BU. Those were the days! I don't feel old enough to have done a job for 20 years. I'm quite the anomaly these days. People don't stay in one place this long anymore. Jumping from job to job is more the norm now. I guess it's a testament to two things about me - I'm not a fan of change and I'm loyal to my core. </p><p>We are getting another puppy on Saturday. We've lost our minds. For real. We've lost it. If you had asked me this time last year if we would be getting another dog, I would have said there was zero chance. Yet, here we are and Ranger is coming home on Saturday. Five people, three dogs, one cat, and one fish. Sounds completely normal. I'm hoping Gunner and Zoey will show him the ropes and enjoy the little guy. I'm anxious to see how quickly he learns from them. We need some excitement and puppy cuteness to brighten things up around here.</p><p>Adam said he wanted to put up lots of trees in the house this year, like a winter wonderland. I told him I'd make him a special tree with bags of snacks on it so he wouldn't have to go far when he needed a snack. We could have all kinds of theme trees going on. One of my favorite trees of all times was the tree at apartment in Waco. If I remember correctly, we decorated it with beer cans and one of those cheesy plastic, gold stars on top. It was hideous and awesome. Sometimes we all need a little hideous and awesome. Looking back at the way I dressed pretty much my entire childhood can be summed up by hideously awesome. SO many bad trends. I wonder what trend is happening right now that I will look back on and cringe? Looking forward to it.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-70572831623798757182020-10-19T15:49:00.002-07:002020-10-19T15:49:49.327-07:00Show Up<p style="text-align: center;">I want to show up. I want to show up for my family, my friends, my neighbors, and whoever else needs me. I don't know exactly how I'm going to do it, but I AM going to do it. Right now I feel like I'm going through the motions and it's weighing on my heart. Going with the ebb and flow of life, the ups and downs as they come, is all fine and dandy, but something is missing. I can't say I've figured out what is missing, but it's something. How am I giving back? How am I looking out, instead of in? What am I choosing to focus on, to spend time on. I'm neither selfish nor generous. I'm just stuck in the middle. I want to be both. I want to be selfish and focus on my personal growth and self-love, but I also want to be generous with my my heart and my actions. I want to be needy, but I also want to be independent. It seems impossible, but I know it isn't. As long as I don't create some unrealistic expectation of what all of this looks like, right? My heart tells me to stick with truth. Find my real truth. That's a tough one. Maybe I won't like the truth. It can be a messy, scary, painful truth, but I believe it can also be abundantly beautiful. </p><p style="text-align: center;">Here's to showing up.</p>Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-58326412303012630992020-09-30T10:00:00.000-07:002020-09-30T10:00:23.237-07:00We Can Do Hard Things... Together<p> I actually started a new blog because I couldn't gain access to this one and I was so embarrassed about the epic fail for not blogging enough on this one. But, I'm giving myself a pass now. I find the need to give myself a pass pretty often these days. Mom Guilt - I need a pass. Wife Guilt - Pass. Work Guilt - Pass. </p><p><span> </span>There was a debate last night between Trump and Biden for the election coming up in November. It was a disaster and the biggest feeling I felt was sadness. Sadness for the state of our country, our leaders, our people, our economy. I know people make mistakes and poor decisions. That's called being human. What I care most about is the intention behind the statement or action. If the intention is right, but it doesn't play out as expected, I can deal with that. I find myself so many times asking what someone's true intentions are before I go judging whatever it is I feel entitled to judge (I'm working on this, okay?). If we took more time to study someone's intentions rather than the action or statement itself, I think we would find ourselves less offended, less hurt, less disappointed and the list goes on.</p><p><span> I've started a new program to live a "healthy" lifestyle. The program so far has been full of more than just tips on eating. It focuses more on the psychology behind how we view ourselves, lies we tell ourselves, why we eat, and what we eat. When you think about it, as humans, the more stressed, overworked, overtired, over-stimulated we get, the more unhealthy our habits become. For so many of us, our eating habits fall right in place with the other unhealthy habits. But, I deserve better for myself. I deserve to feel comfortable with who I am and love all of me, not just parts of me. I can tell myself this, but actually making this my reality is challenging. It's not a fight with my negative, destructive thoughts and distortions... it's a war! I CAN DO HARD THINGS. I love this phrase! I find myself repeating it many times a day. I CAN DO HARD THINGS. I CAN DO HARD THINGS.</span><br /></p><p><span><span> Most importantly, if there is any change that I can pass on even a sliver of this "knowing" to my children, than it's worth it. I understand a little more now how God must feel when we berate and belittle ourselves. He must be asking us, "Why don't you see what I see?" That's exactly what I ask of my children when those negative thoughts creep in on them. "Why don't you see what I see?" Maybe it's because we are so in tune with outsiders looking in, that we forget to be the insider looking out. We forget it all starts with the inside and we do influence how we are viewed by others. People see our joy, our insecurities, our pain, our fears. Those feelings and thoughts are projected in some way or many ways by our body language, our words, our actions, or just our willingness to welcome others into our little world. We can be surrounded by many and yet never really let anyone into our own world. We are lonely and yearn for love, companionship, acceptance and rest, but we push people away, sometimes without even realizing it. We are unapproachable and distant. Our vibe says, "Don't get too close. You won't like what you see and you'll want to get away." </span><br /></span></p><p><span> There it is... that's what I want! I want my vibe to say. "Welcome." "I'm a mess sometimes. I'm always late. I am super forgetful. I procrastinate. I clean when I'm stressed or sad. I don't like to be touched often, but I like you close. Sometimes I don't want to talk, I just want to be. I make stupid jokes. I like animals, sometimes more than people. I don't like risks, scary movies, thrill rides or anything that takes me out of my comfort zone. I like to be comfortable. Hello? Have you seen my wardrobe? Conflict makes me very uncomfortable (back to my comfort zone). I have dry skin, grandma hands, and a stomach that literally and figuratively has weighed me down since childhood. I'm afraid of growing old. I worry about regrets and If I'd only thoughts. I worry and fidget and never relax. Does this sound like someone you'd like to be your friend?" </span><br /></p><p><span><span> I wonder if God has put people into my life that would take all of these attributes which deem me unworthy of love and acceptance and said... "I love it! I love you! This is hilarious and real and I can completely relate." But, I missed it. I missed them or didn't acknowledge them. Did my vibe push them away? God puts his proverbial hand to his forehead and says "Maybe next time my dear."</span><br /></span></p><p><span> God, help me to SEE and KNOW these people you bring into my life. Help others to SEE and KNOW all that is TRUE, GOOD, and BEAUTIFUL in me. Let my words and my actions say "Welcome to my world. Please stay. We've got this. We can do hard things. Together."</span><br /></p><p><span><span> </span><br /></span></p>Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-22210685339775510522018-04-10T13:44:00.001-07:002018-04-10T13:44:09.330-07:00Back on the wagon!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
First of all, how embarrassing. I am obviously the worst blogger on the planet. I guess my idea of blogging is what, once a year? Niiiiiice. I know Kylie is very disappointed in my blogging skills. I think she is my one and only blog fan (or used to be). So, this is for you Kylie... I'm jumping back in and will do my best to stay on top of it now. I can't promise a new blog every week or every month, but by golly, I will do better than none (which is what I had for 2017).</div>
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I guess I'll use my first blog back on the wagon to do a recap of 2017. That seems fitting since I completely missed the ENTIRE year. Ugh.</div>
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<b><u>HIGHLIGHTS OF THE YEAR</u></b>!!!</div>
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We built a new house! Woohooo! </div>
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It was a year-long process and so worth it. We LOVE our house and our neighborhood. Special bonus - Grandma Mary is right across the street! We have a BIG backyard (hopefully to put a pool in someday) and it is much more open and bright than our old house. And, it's a shorter drive to school! This is when it snowed this Fall, but I love this pic!</div>
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We added another critter to our household. The sassy Miss Remi (short for Remington).</div>
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She is a TRUE cat. Very sassy, playful, self-centered and smart. She has a big tummy, but the rest of her is normal. I mean huge gut. We have no idea why, other than I'm pretty sure she eats the dog food too. She loves to play with little rival nerf balls and hair bands. She will scratch and bite you if you pet without consent. She LOVES drinking from faucets and is known to join us in the shower too. She cracks me up!</div>
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Kylie went to LLYC, started Middle School and became a cheerleader!</div>
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It is Kylie's first year at School of Logic and she loves it. She loves the freedom and getting to change classes. She got to cheer for school during football games and loved it! She was a great leader on the squad and really shines on the field. She has always been a natural performer! She spent two weeks at Laity Lodge Youth Camp and loved every second of it. She cried when we came to pick her up because she didn't want to leave. She got braces too! Of course, she is just as beautiful as ever:)</div>
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Come on Knights, Let's Go!</div>
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Jackson Ralph started his first season with select baseball team YETI and went to his first overnight sports camp at TBarM! Our All-Star team from Oak Hill enjoyed playing together so much, we formed a select 8U ball team with YETI Baseball Club. It is a BUSY season, but we are enjoying watching Jackson play so much. He has become a leader and encourager to his teammates. He loves playing catcher and trying to rip some big hits. I love it! He loved his week at TBarM. It was a tough drop-off because it was scary not knowing anyone and being away from home for week, but I don't think that lasted long! </div>
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Sweet ring instead of a trophy! We have 3 now!</div>
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Carter James played tee ball for the first time and started Kindergarten at Regents! He has Mrs. Wise just like Jackson did in Kinder. He reads like a champ and loves being at the same school as his brother and sister. He's still really into cars, so I took a picture of him with one of his favorites...a Dodge Charger!</div>
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Not only did we celebrate 16 years of marriage, but Adam turned 40 in December! Thankfully I'm not quite there yet. He was super excited about it:) We went to Chicago to see Jeff and Callie and watch the Bears play. We got to go out on the field for warm-up! Those guys are enormous!</div>
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<b>Zoey is 8 weeks old, born on July 11th. She is Gunner's half-sister, born to the same mom, Brandy. They are both brindle pups, with slight differences in their coloring. Gunner is more dark than light and has completely white front legs and collar. They both have silly, pointed heads and white back feet. Both equally beautiful to us!!!</b></div>
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Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-21550101717034545762016-09-06T21:55:00.002-07:002016-09-06T21:55:08.502-07:00Missing you...<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>I had a dream that we were in the bleachers watching some event... not really sure what all was going on. It didn't really matter. I looked at you and told you how much I missed you. You gave me a big hug and told me everything was going to be okay. </b></div>
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<b>I love you dad. Miss you terribly.</b></div>
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<b>Happy Birthday Carter James!!!</b></div>
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<b>Not only was it his 5th birthday, it was also his first day of school. It was actually the 2nd day of school, but the poor little dude had pink eye and missed his first day.</b></div>
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<b>Hard to believe he is five years old. It really is a measure of how fast time has gone. He has really grown in the last 6 months. He is starting to lean up and lose his baby chubs. Don't get me wrong, though, he still LOVES being the baby. He can play that card all day long. </b> </div>
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<b>Lots of Star Wars toys for this birthday! </b></div>
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<li style="text-align: left;"><b>FAVORITE FOOD - Waffles, Pizza, Cheeseburgers. Not a single veggie. Not one.</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>FAVORITE DRINK - Juice </b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>FAVORITE TOYS - Cars, Transformers. PlayStation, Legos, pretty much anything Jackson plays with.</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>WEIGHT - 48 pounds.</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>HEIGHT - 43.5"</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>SHOE SIZE - 12</b></li>
<li style="text-align: left;"><b>SPORT - Soccer</b></li>
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<b>Kinder, 2nd Grade, and 6th Grade here we come!</b></div>
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<b> Carter - Kinder - Bannockburn Christian Academy</b></div>
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<b> Kylie - 6th Grade - Regents</b></div>
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<b>Age: 11</b></div>
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<b> Jackson - 2nd Grade - Regents</b></div>
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<b>Age: 7</b></div>
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Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-45862319738522144702016-08-13T21:12:00.001-07:002016-08-13T21:12:01.197-07:00I'll Fly AwayAnd in just four weeks after the diagnosis, my dad is gone. During those four weeks, each day was worse than the one before. He wanted to fight, he really did, but at some point the fatigue and pain became so overwhelming he had to choose comfort. We all agreed it was the best choice. Through it, he had so many painful days, full of confusion and frustration.<br />
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In the end, we all told him over and over how much we loved him and how proud we were of him. I promised I would take care of his grandbabies and be the best mom I could be. I would protect them and not take any chances. He would always say, "I love you sugar. Don't take any chances." He was always so overprotective of his family, especially my mom and his girls.<br />
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On his last days, we played songs, and on one of his last days where he was awake, music was the one thing that would calm him down. "I'll Fly Away" was always one of his favorites. When we turned it on, his eyes opened up and he began to sing the words to the chorus. What a glorious memory! I'll never forget it. We sang quite a few songs that day,,,songs about Heaven, about our walk with the Lord, and about the God's promises.<br />
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And now my hope lies in the true promise of Heaven. He has made his flight to be with our Heavenly Father.<br />
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Love you daddy,<br />
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Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-73629824029881575872016-08-07T20:25:00.002-07:002016-08-07T20:25:31.627-07:00How to prepare...I am sitting in The Christopher House with my dad. This house is a non-profit facility for Hospice patients. My how things have changed over the last few weeks.<br />
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My dad kept feeling that something wasn't right. Every day it seemed like something new was bothering him. He landed in the Emergency Room a few times, sent home both times with no information, then back in the hospital, only to find out he had blood clots in his lungs. Not just blood clots... blood clots as a result of Lung Cancer. Not just Lung Cancer, but Type 4 Metastatic that had spread to his liver. No cure. No surgery.<br />
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The next few days he actually seemed to rally a bit. He got fluids, some pain meds, and actually started eating pretty well. We're actually feeling optimistic. His oncologist said he was a great candidate for chemo, and not the dreaded chemo that makes you crazy sick and lose your hair. He said he would do fine and have hardly any side effects. It seemed like everything moved in slow motion though. Doctors, more doctors, chemo teach, and finally he gets the port for his chemo. Port on Monday, start chemo the following Thursday.<br />
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Not so fast. Sunday after the placed my dad woke up extremely agitated and confused. He was in so much pain in his side and back. He was hot and cold. He wanted to walk, but yet it hurt to walk. For 72 hours this goes on. He doesn't sleep and he hardly eats. He is weak, exhausted and confused.<br />
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Each day he slips away more and more from us. I am anxious for him to be free of this pain and suffering, however, I know what that freedom means. It means he is free from this body, the one who has is failing. Free from my sight, but never free from my heart. <br />
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I am thankful for this time, even if I just sit and listen to him snoring. Someday, all too soon, I will miss that snore.Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-78077810287013127252016-07-05T21:51:00.001-07:002016-07-05T21:51:11.152-07:00Jackson Turns 7 and One Crazy Summer so far...<div style="text-align: center;">
Well, I guess it really is July already. Dang. I guess this summer has been so crazy that the time has flown by without much notice. It finally got Texas HOT here. It's so funny how we complain about the heat like we've never experienced it before. I told Adam I think it's because we forget just how freakin' hot and steamy it gets here.</div>
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Happy Birthday Big Guy! You have my heart forever and ever!!!<br />
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Jackson played lacrosse for his very first season with the Regents 1st grade team and improved so much over the past few months. His coaches are legit lacrosse coaches and dads, too. It is such a fun sport to watch! I hope he decides to give it a go again next year. This kid has much potential. </div>
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Carter played his second season with Team Brazil! He's still not too sure what he thinks about it yet. He actually likes practices more than games, which seems kinda strange to me. When he was feeling good and wanting to play, he was a rockstar. He's quick and he's tough! I can see him becoming quite the athlete if he sticks with it!</div>
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<b><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: purple;">This makes our 6th family project at Regents! Although coming up with the idea is always quite stressful, I love being able to work on a project as a family. And just think, we still have 7 more of these to do! Ahhhh!!!! This year we made a bowl out of clay hand prints. It turned out so pretty and it's definitely a memorable keepsake!</span></span></b></div>
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Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-55783541065363032262016-03-02T11:17:00.002-08:002016-03-02T11:17:38.764-08:00When God closes a door...Today I finally got the call I've been waiting for months to receive. After an assessment and discussion among a committee of faithful teachers and administration, it was decided our little Carter man needs to wait another year before he starts Kinder at Regents. <br />
I have been deliberating about this for months and months with no resolution, just waiting to have some sort of answer as to what we should do for our sweet boy. I am thankful for a God who closes doors for us, so we know it's not yet time to go through them.<br />
I know there are many parents out there who think it's crazy to even consider sending him on since his birthday isn't until August 17th, but there was no clear indication to me that he couldn't do it, so I couldn't make the call on my own.<br />
Could he survive? Absolutely.<br />
Could he THRIVE? Now, there is the question... the doubt.<br />
I am at peace and feel very blessed to have friends and teachers who love our family very much.<br />
I would be lying if I said I wasn't relieved to know I have one more year before I drop him off at the threshold of the school he'll be at for 12 more years. The start of my baby turning into a big boy. I'm not ready, and I'm pretty sure he's not ready either. He loves being the baby. He loves being the youngest, and mama's little man. This mama's heart needs another year.<br />
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Lastly, I am so excited for him! He is going to be such an amazing man, I just know it. He has a HUGE heart and he LOVES fiercely. Almost every night when we are snuggling in my bed he'll put his arm around me and touch his nose to mine and say, "I'll never stop loving you mommy,"<br />
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I'll NEVER, EVER stop loving you buddy:)<br />
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Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-35909213109022349752016-02-01T07:54:00.001-08:002016-02-03T11:51:59.226-08:00Oh my Heavens, she turned Eleven!!!Whatever... this whole thing about my kids getting old is for the birds! I just can't like it. Some parents yearn for those empty nest years where their little birdies fly free from the nest in search of their own place in this world. I'm actually quite fine with my little birdies in the nest, thank you. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but when people say having children is like wearing your heart outside of your body, there is no statement more true! It really feels this way!<br />
Back to Kylie... my little girl who is entering the so-called "tween" years. I don't remember that term when I was growing up, but I think it's fitting. We celebrated Kylie's birthday in a pretty big way... as usual. My little darling would have it no other way!<br />
Friday before her birthday, I picked her and 4 of her besties up from school and we headed up North for Jumpstreet. It was about a 45 minute drive up there, so I got to listen to some serious chatter (and loud singing) on the way. At one point, I had to put an earbud in my ear, just so I could think straight! The conversations revolved around boys, music, teachers, and vacations. We got to Jumpstreet where they played for a good two hours. I am so happy they are still young enough to play. We just don't get to play long enough these days. We grow up too fast! Afterwards, with hungry tummies, we headed over to Fuddruckers! Man, I love that place. I haven't been there in so long, and it is stinkin' good! We all dined lavishly on burgers, fries and shakes, then we headed to the hotel! Staying at the hotel was a surprise for the girls. They didn't know we were staying in a hotel until we were driving there! We loaded all our bags (you've never seen so much Vera Bradley in one place) and headed up to our room. Thank goodness, they put us in a suite on the end, so we wouldn't bother too many guests. We picked the hotel because it had an indoor pool too, so the girls got suited up and we headed downstairs. One hour and many squeals and giggles later, we headed back upstairs. I had to apologize to a nice couple who were having a night away by themselves and wanted to relax in the hot tub. Ooops. They didn't stay too long. Shocking, I know! We headed upstairs for jammies, snacks and games! The girls grabbed goodies from our candy bar (stocked in margarita glasses) and began playing bean-boozled. If you don't know what this is , here is the run-down. It's a box of jelly beans where every color has a good flavor and a bad flavor, and you can't tell the difference until you bite into them. It is one of the most disgusting things on the planet, in my opinion. I did it once with Kylie and landed on black. So, this could either be licorice (disgusting already) or skunk. Does it really taste like skunk spray? ABSOLUTELY! And, you won't be getting that taste out of your mouth any time soon. Other flavors include Pear or Barf, Dog Food or Chocolate Pudding, Baby Wipes or Coconut.... you get picture. I was getting nauseous just watching them play this, but it is also so funny! Really... it's hilarious!<br />
I think it was already getting near midnight at this point and I think the girls finally fell asleep between 1:30-2:00. We slept until about 8:15 and headed downstairs for a full buffet breakfast. The girls dined for a while and each one had about 5-7 plates before it was all over with! Then, we loaded up and headed back home. I think the girls had a really fun time. I know I enjoyed getting to spend it with them:)<br />
Sunday, we had Kylie's family party at our house with Gatti's Pizza (or crack as we call it) and another amazing cake creation by Grandma Debbie. Kylie wanted it to be colorful, tall and covered in candy and that it was! Not only did it look great, it tasted great too! We are very blessed to have our very own Cake Boss in the family:)<br />
Monday I took a Sundae bar to school with Blue Bell and all kinds of toppings her class could enjoy. It was pretty easy and they loved it! Kylie said no one had done that before, so I guess we did good! The kids were really excited about it.<br />
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11 THING ABOUT KYLIE AT 11!<br />
1. She is still an all A student!<br />
2. She loves gymnastics. She has no fear and has taught herself many of her own tricks!<br />
3. She still loves riding. This will be her 6th year riding already!<br />
4. Her favorite things to do at home are play on her Macbook and jump on the trampoline.<br />
5. Her favorite food is hashbrown casserole.<br />
6. Her best friend is Erin Schick.<br />
7. She is really into her fish and now has two fish tanks set up.<br />
8. She loves everything Vera Bradley. I mean everything!!!<br />
9. She is still the messiest person in the house by far. So messy. I feel bad for her future roommates.<br />
10.She has a shoe obsession just like her mama did when she was her age. How many Uggs, tennis shoes and sandals can one kid have? Geez!<br />
11.She still walks on her tippy toes and I love it! It's just who she is. Now, she can totally walk flat foot, so it's no longer a development issue. It's purely by choice and only sometimes.<br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYLIE!!!! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN COFFEE (dang, that's a lot!)!<br />
LOVE, MAMABecky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-12246677117909598962016-01-28T09:10:00.003-08:002016-02-03T11:56:54.178-08:00Christmas 2015So, it might be the end of January, but I've made it one of my "resolutions" to keep up with my blog better. Not just for the sake of having more posts, but to actually be intentional in preserving the sweet memories I am making as I go through this blessed life the Lord has given me. It allows me to ponder and reflect on the many ways God has shown me, a far from perfect woman, grace and mercy.<br />
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Back to Christmas 2015!!!<br />
This year was a little different. It seems Christmas changes some every year as the children get older. For Carter, it was an even more magical year than ever. He could really get into the Christmas spirit and excitement going on around him. He doesn't grasp the true concept of Christmas just yet, but he sure had fun telling me about all the fun gifts he wanted. Pretty much everything he saw in a magazine, store, or commercial was another thing to add to the list. He wanted SO many things, it actually made my shopping much easier. I really couldn't go wrong! Jackson is still young enough to enjoy the magic of Christmas too. He was a little harder to shop for, as he is still in the toy phase, but slowly inching towards the big kid items. Mainly he wanted guns. Lots of guns! Nerf guns, army guns, rubber band guns... any type of guns. This year was mostly different for my sweet Kylie. It was the first year she experienced Christmas through the eyes of a young lady who knows Santa is not a an actual, tangible figure, but more of representation of the spirit of giving at Christmas. I really don't feel like it took away from her experience though. Her faith is so strong for her age, and she seems to understand and delight in what Christmas is all about. Don't get me wrong... the girl LOVES to get gifts. I have so much fun shopping for her, although I have to say our taste in clothing tends to venture in different directions!<br />
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Favorite gifts for all:<br />
Carter - Police Motorcycle Ride-On and Scooter<br />
Jackson - Giant, Stuffed Lion and Rubber band Gun<br />
Kylie - Macbook Air<br />
Becky - Fitbit Surge (looooove it!)<br />
Adam - PlayStation 4<br />
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Adam and I enjoyed getting to splurge a little more this year on each other. We both work our tails off to provide for our family. This year, we were able to give more generously to each other and our families, which we LOVE to do. Adam is an awesome gift-giver. I don't know how he does it, but he is a winner in that department! He is very thoughtful in the gifts he picks out for his family, and I love that! I feel blessed to have a husband who gets great joy in giving his family gifts.<br />
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Adam and I both had about 2 weeks off for Christmas, which I don't think has ever happened. We didn't do a whole lot, which made the time seem even longer. I won't lie, there were a few moments where we would look at each other like "when does school start again?", but for the most part, the time was refreshing and fun! It's amazing what two weeks of not being tied to email and phone can do for the soul:)<br />
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I took the kids' pictures in our neighborhood this year. Since it was built on an old ranch, there are some really nice photo ops! I mean look at these cuties. God is soooo good!<br />
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Who doesn't love Fall? I think what I love most about Fall is how it fills my heart with thanksgiving. Kinda how Thanksgiving fills my tummy with yummy food... haha! I digress... the temperatures cool down a bit, there are soccer games to play, there is candy to eat, pumpkins to carve, feasts to be had, and the list goes on.</div>
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Carter finished his first ever soccer season on Team Brasil! I realized how far Jackson had come as I was taken back to his first season. You put a bunch of four-year-olds on a field and you never know what you will get. Sometimes you get some good action, definitely some crying, but mostly a lot of running around. It never gets old watching my kids play sports, entertain a crowd, recite the Bible, just about anything. I am so proud to be their mama.</div>
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Jackson finished his fifth season of soccer! Wow! I can't believe how much he has grown as an athlete. He is so much fun to watch. One thing I love about Jackson is his passion. When he plays, he is focused and determined. He gets knocked down and gets right back up. It doesn't even phase him. He's fast and strong. I think he can excel at just about any sport if he really wants to. We'll see what this guy does! I'm excited to find out!</div>
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The kids were really looking forward to Halloween! Carter changed his mind about his costume many times, of course. He started the day as an Indian and then ended up as a cowboy. That was after he decided not to be the Hulk or Batman. Oh, and he was an Aggie football player the day before! Luckily, we have many costumes for him to pick from! I ordered Jackson a sweet ninja costume which he loved. It is awesome! Gotta love Chasing Fireflies. They have the best costumes. Kylie wasn't too concerned about her costume. I guess that goes along with age. She decided to wear her zombie cheerleader costume from last year, so easy cheesy. She even did her own makeup this year. Sigh... she's growing up so fast. We had fun walking the neighborhood and seeing our neighbors out and about. I'm glad we live in a safe neighborhood with many families and kids!</div>
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And, then there is Indian Day! My cute little guy makes the cutest little Indian! This Friday will be his big Thanksgiving Feast where he will be my little pilgrim:) It was a special day for the first graders at Regents! They got to shoot bows and arrows, make beads, eat dried food, make a fire, and play games. Special days at school make very special memories. It's nice to get out of the classroom and have some fun!</div>
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HAPPY FALL Y'ALL!!!</div>
Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-10552368852461470872015-09-05T05:28:00.002-07:002015-09-05T05:28:58.536-07:00Back-to-School!<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>Well, that summer went by in the wink of an eye. Geez! I think it was the quickest one yet. I'll have to do my next post on our summer shenanigans:)</b></div>
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<br />Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-7549029999465828892015-08-28T07:39:00.002-07:002015-08-28T07:39:45.172-07:00My Baby Boy is Four!It is really hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that this sweet guy has been here for four years already! Considering he's the baby it just doesn't seem right! I am so thankful for his tender heart, his sweet compliments, and his hugs and kisses. He's such a polite little guy and is always thinking of others. He melts my heart. Just the other day he asked Grandma Mary to help him get me something special, so he picked out some beautiful roses! God blesses me every, single day with this sweet boy.<br />
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Now, that he's four, here's some important facts about Carter Man -<br />
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Favorite Foods - Eggo waffles, Cream of Wheat, Tacos, Cheeseburgers, Apple Sauce, Bananas, PB Sandwiches, Pizza, and Chicken Nuggets. He still has a love affair with Apple Juice.<br />
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Dislikes - Pretty much any other food not listed above. Seriously. He doesn't like much of anything. The boy doesn't even eat donuts... what? Crazy.<br />
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Weight - Approximately 43 lbs.<br />
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Clothing Size - Still rocking some 3T and moving into 4T.<br />
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Shoe Size - 11. He loves his new Skechers he got for school:)<br />
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Favorite Books - Batman Lego, Go Dog Go, Are You My Mother?, Dinotrux.<br />
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Favorite Shows - Mighty Machines, Dinotrux, Spongebob, Chuggington.<br />
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Other fun facts - He loves swings... and swinging really high! He has a very good sense of direction. He is swimming like a rockstar. He starts his first team sport in a few weeks - soccer! He just started Pre-K at Bannockburn Christian Academy and is the youngest boy in his class. He turned 4 the day before school started.<br />
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We celebrated his fourth birthday with a weekend of fun activities he got to pick and then celebrated with cousins at our house and the Minions!</div>
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<br />Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-20105007718837115822015-06-19T10:25:00.001-07:002015-06-19T10:25:22.266-07:00Did I love you enough today?I recently read an article written by a mom titled "Did I love you enough today?" which touched my heart in many ways. At first I thought I might copy and paste it into my blog, but I realized her words are not my words. Yes, some of the things she said were words which could easily be my own, but why not make them my own?<br />
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Some days I find myself sighing at the monotony of the typical day. Get up and get the kiddos ready for whatever activity is scheduled for the day. Sometimes counting down the minutes until Grandma shows up to take them where they need to go and sometimes wishing we had just five more minutes to be together before the day starts. My feelings depend on how many fights the kids have already had about who's playing with what toy or what show they can watch for a few minutes or who woke up on the wrong side of the bed that day. Some mornings I am frustrated when I have to tell them over and over to do something or chase one around the house who wants to stay in his jammies or maybe because I REALLY dislike packing lunches. Like, really dislike.<br />
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No matter how the morning has gone while they are still home, there is always a sadness that comes over me when they pull out of the driveway. I could have been pulling my hair out just 2 minutes earlier, but the minute I give the last kiss and hug and close the car door, they are off again without me. Did I love them enough this morning? Did I make them feel special or nag at them too much for not brushing their teeth when I asked? Did I give them confidence to face a new day or did I tear them down in some way I may not even recognize? When I gave them that one last kiss and hug did they truly feel my love or did it feel obligatory to the goodbye routine? Lord, I hope not. Behind every kiss and hug is a mother's love which has no boundaries. A pride which makes her heart swell to three times its size. A gratefulness beyond measure.<br />
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Did I love them enough this morning so they can carry that love through them until we see each other again later? When they feel the uncertainty of a new situation, do they feel me near telling them they are the most special creature God has put on this Earth? When the mean kid puts them down or says he/she doesn't want to play with them, do they know I will ALWAYS want to be with them? I will never push them away? Do they know? When they feel alone or scared, can they feel my loving arms wrapped around them saying "Precious child, you will NEVER be alone."<br />
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When the day is coming to a close and school or camp is done and afternoon activities are over, here is my chance to seize the moment! Hours of uninterrupted, blissful, quality time, right? Well, it sounds great, but any parent knows it doesn't always turn out to be so dreamy. Maybe the work day was a real killer and hours of long meetings or putting out fires have left me at a zero. I'm wiped out. "Push me on the swing Mommy!" "Let's play army Mommy!" "Please jump on the trampoline Mommy!" How about we all snuggle on the couch and watch a movie and order pizza so Mommy doesn't have to worry about dinner? Yes? No? Hmmmm... Okay. Oh, how I will yearn for them to want to play with me in years to come when electronics and other friends have taken my place! Who cares how tired I am, suck it up Mom! Not always easy. It can create a real, emotional and physical struggle<br />
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Did I love them enough this evening? Was I more concerned with how tired I was or what work I didn't get done or perhaps what Facebook posts I missed during the day? Did I make them the center of my attention or did I become distracted? Sometimes distraction can't be helped. I'm a working mom, so I can't continue to beat myself up about it. But... am I being distracted by things of no real importance? Is what/whom I'm allowing myself to be distracted by of any real significance?<br />
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I treasure the bedtime routine. Adam says I drag it out way too long, which is true. I really do drag it out, only because it's the one time during the day where I can have one-on-one with each kiddo. We read books or devo, we chat about the day, and we pray. This is the BEST part of my day, and many days, I feel it is the best part of theirs. If I'm lucky, they will fall asleep as I lay beside them for a bit. I will hear their sweet breaths and feel their soft, warm skin. I can gaze at their beautiful faces as they are peacefully resting. There is no picture more beautiful. Thank you God for the faces of my sleeping children. And as I look at their sweet faces I have to ask... did I love you enough today, or did I fail to show how I truly feel about you? I'm sure there are days I do fail. I'm not perfect in any way, not even close. I am perfectly broken and sinful, as we all are. I get irritated, say hurtful things, and act on selfish motives. My prayer is the same mercy and grace my Heavenly Father shows me every day, will resonate through the hearts of my children and they will never doubt the love I have for them. I love you to the moon and back Kylie, Jackson, and Carter!Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-82312541473949328742015-06-04T09:14:00.001-07:002015-06-04T09:14:03.771-07:00Bye bye Kinder... hello six year old!To my sweet boy Jackson,<br />
Well, we made it through Kinder! We had a few bumps along the way, but we got through it Jackson! I am proud of how much you have grown this past year. It hasn't been easy... we've had some tears, but thankfully most of the time those end in laughter. You finished all your Kinder readers, which was quite a chore for both of us. Now, you are reading like a champ! You are listening better and using more self control, which can be really hard for a super-active little boy. Teachers seems to describe you with words like "enthusiastic" "energetic" "all boy"... there are times when I worry it's not always a compliment, but your sweet teacher Ms. Bobbi always says God has given you great gifts of enthusiasm which you will use someday to further His kingdom. I think she's right! To go along with your energy, you are very LOUD! At one point, we even had your hearing checked, but it seems you hear just fine. I think you want to make sure people hear what you have to say at all times, because you are passionate about your thoughts. Maybe you'll use that big voice to preach the word of Jesus to unreached people some day? Who knows?<br />
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Here's a little about you right now:<br />
<u>Age</u>: 6<br />
<u>Weight</u>: 56 lbs. You're a pretty stout little guy:)<br />
<u>Height</u>: 48 inches<br />
<u>Favorite Foods</u>: Pizza, Cheeseburgers, Grandpa's Eggs, Waffles, French Toast, Chicken Patties, Ribs, Drumsticks, Yogurt, Fish Sticks, Oatmeal and Cream of Wheat. You've never met a treat you didn't like.<br />
<u>Foods you Dislike</u>: Pretty much any vegetable except corn (which doesn't really count).<br />
<u>Favorite Toys</u>: Guns, Legos, Army Men, Shovels, Grenades, Swords... okay, any kind of weapon.<br />
<u>What you want to be when you grow up</u>: A Navy Captain. You want to drive the boat.<br />
<u>Sports</u>: Soccer, Golf, Baseball, Swimming (just for fun).<br />
<u>Favorite Books</u>: Anything about sharks or snakes! The Day the Crayons Quit, Yes Day, <br />
<u>Favorite Shows</u>: SpongeBob Squarepants - man, I thought we were done with him! Dang. Wild Kratts, America's Funniest Home Videos.<br />
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You LOVE all things Army right now. Your are a gun-lovin', camo-wearin' dude. You own about 20 guns of all kinds to practice your shooting techniques and you like to sneak up on people and shoot them. You just got your first set of golf clubs and you are super excited to learn how to play and go golfing with dad. I can already tell you're going to be a natural. You are also working hard on learning to catch and throw the baseball to get ready for your first baseball season next Spring!<br />
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Here's what I LOVE the most about you Jackson, and there are so many things to love. You are sensitive. You really take others' words and actions to heart. You want others to be proud of you and tell you what a good boy you are and how well you can do things. You play so hard all day long you are exhausted at bedtime and fall asleep in a matter of minutes shortly after we say our prayers, and you NEVER fall<br />
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asleep without saying prayers first. I always know you are ready to go to sleep when you say "Can we say our prayers now?". I love it that you yearn to hear me speak to Jesus on your behalf and I look forward to the day when you feel comfortable speaking to Him on your own. Until then, I am honored to do it for you and with you. Sometimes you are a tough little boy to parent. You tend to be impulsive and have selective hearing. You are destructive and break things all the time. You ask the same question over and over again and drive us bonkers. But, you are also hilarious and make me laugh every day. All we have to do is look at each other and we both smile almost instantly. Our souls are connected. You always want to help me do things around the house, whether it's cooking, picking up leaves, making the bed, or fixing something. Just don't ask you to pick up your toys... that's a different story! Ha!<br />
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I am so incredibly honored to your Mom and I realize what an important role I continue to have in your life, and will likely always have in your life. I will ALWAYS be here for you, no matter what. I will challenge you and cheer for you. I will pick up when you are down, and then I'll tell you to get back up on the saddle. I love you with every ounce of my being. You are my treasure.<br />
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR JACKSON:)</div>
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So, I may have missed Kylie's and Carter's birthdays (oops), but by golly I've got Easter! We had a pretty laid back Easter this year. Not many egg hunts since we had soccer, but I almost think it worked out better. Having 10 egg hunts gets a little redundant!</div>
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I hope we get a few more years of egg hunts out of these kiddos. Kylie was not very interested this year, but she'll definitely get after it if money is involved! The good news is... the kids have pretty much forgotten about their candy. Bad news is... I haven't!!!</div>
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<br />Becky Biehlerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04617706440708563688noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6561819655407848236.post-16706792619888069852015-04-23T21:41:00.002-07:002015-04-23T21:41:43.775-07:00Grandparent's Day 2015Grandparent's Day is a HUGE tradition at Regents. The kids love having their grandparents come to school to see their classroom, look at art projects, buy a book for the library, and listen to songs and recitations. Lucky for me, I get to go too! We also display our Family Project for the year. This year we decided to try our hand at string art. It was really a cool project and I think they turned out super cute!<br />
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We are very blessed to have grandparents who live in town and even more blessed because Gigi was in town from Arizona! Perfect timing!<br />
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Getting to watch these kids perform and speak the Word of God from memory is one of the greatest joys I have found. It is hard to fathom the amount of information even the kindergartners can retain and recite by memory. Surely God was in that place! Amen!<br />
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Just right for our superhero room!</div>
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Awwww.... Sic 'Em Bears!</div>
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J Man showing off his classroom!</div>
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