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Pumpkin Patch! Pumpkin Patch! When my mommy told me that daddy was coming home early so we could go to the pumpkin patch, I was so excited! It was all I could think about all day! I even carried around the brochure so that mommy and daddy wouldn’t forget.
When daddy got home, we all dressed up in our ‘county’ clothes and headed for Steed’s Dairy. When we got there, the first thing I saw was the pumpkins! They were so big that I couldn’t even lift them! There were some baby pumpkins too that I really liked.
Then we went to the barn and saw all the animals. Whenever momma or dadda asked me what sound the animals made, I always knew the right answer. I liked the “ewww, pigs” the most. They even tried to dig under the fence to come say hi to me. The big cows were really cool too. I watched them eat, and some of them start walking towards us. I think that the animals really liked me.
Next, I spotted the slides, and I wanted to go down it! It looked like a lot of fun at first, but I thought better of it when I got closer. You can never be too careful around slides, so I decided to jump on the giant pillow instead!
The trampoline at Uncle Troy and Aunt Kathi’s house is fun, but the giant pillow is amazing! I could have jumped on that thing all day long! It was fun to jump with other kids my age, but some of the older kids get a little too rough. I don’t think that they realize that they could hurt themselves if they are not careful. Dadda jumped too high for me and would always make me fall, but jumping with momma was just right! I even tackled dadda when he tried to crawl away from me. The giant pillow was definitely my favorite part.
The hay ride was a little scary at first. I didn’t know where our driver was taking us, but no one else seemed to mind. Then I realized that he was just showing us around the farm, so I was ok with that. We saw trees and fields and cows and birds. It was fun. Oliver even liked it (but he seems to like everything, so I guess that’s not a surprise).
Finally, we had to go home. I got to pick out two baby pumpkins to take home with me! I tried to stall by taking my sweet time picking out the perfect pumpkin, but momma and dadda saw right through my trick. Oh well. They said I have to share one of my pumpkins with Oliver, but I don’t know about that. He doesn’t even know what a pumpkin is yet!
Elliot Michael Fennema ( I can say my whole name!)
I’m 30!! I really can not believe it. The night before my birthday I spent time just thinking about the fact that it was my last night of my twenties – and then being grateful!
True to form, my husband made certain the I had a fabulous birthday. He started on the Monday prior to my birthday with “birthday week.” Birthday week was kind of a tradition growing up as my one and only sister’s birthday is 4 days before mine. Each day Mike gave me a small gift and a clever card with a clue about what that day’s gift would be. On day one of birthday week I received a close line ( I have been drying the clothes on the line to save money and I really enjoy it). Day two, he got us a fan for our room, day three was a sunflower plant, and day four a gift cert for a pedi.
On my actual birthday he sent me out with my sister and Janet for a day of shopping and pedicures while he and my Dad watched the boys. I was gone from the house for 5 hours!!! When we returned a dinner of steak, hairy corn ( deserves a post all to itself) and salad was in the works. Following dinner we played with the kids for a while before putting them to bed. This was wise as Elliot’s birthday is the day after mine and opening presents might have caused quite a melt down for the little guy.
For dessert we had chocolate raspberry cake made by our Pastor’s wife – as always – fabulous! My gifts this included various amounts of money from our family’s that totaled enough for me to get my long awaited new floors for the kitchen!!! (currently we have white vinyl with holes in it)
And just when I though the day was over – having already been one of the best days of my life – Mike pulls out the guitar.
Now here is the thing – to be honest last time I heard him play – he was not that great. To my sweet surprise he started strumming like a pro. I could tell he was nervous, but did not know why. He proceeded to serenade me with the following words to the tune of Tim Mcgraw’s “Next Thirty Years”
I think I’ll take a moment to celebrate your age
The ending of an era, and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus on where to go from here
God have mercy on your next 30 years.
In your next 30 years we’re gonna have some fun.
Try to forget about all the crazy things you’ve done
Maybe now you’ve conquered all you adolescent fears
You’ll do it better in your next 30 years.
Your next 30 years the minivan’ll be your ride.
Taking kids to ballgames and all their gear packed up inside.
They’ll be embarrassed but they’ll remember all your cheers.
Mak-ing memories in your next 30 years.
In you next 30 years, our kids will grow up tall,
Pray they turn our Ok and love Jesus most of all.
When pain and sorrow come they’ll run to you to dry their tears.
You’ll be the worlds best Mom, in the next 30 years. ( I am balling by this point !)
Your next 30 years will be the best years of you life
Raise a little family and be a Pastor’s wife
Spending precious moments with the ones that you hold dear
What great times there will be in your next 30 years
I think I’ll take a moment to celebrate my wife
The most amazing women and best thing in my life
So much I don’t deserve that it drives me to tears (Now really balling)
May God pour out his blessings on, on your next 30 years
Thank you sweet heart – You are the most amazing husband I could have ever dreamed of and the love of my life. I am so thankful to God for you. I can not wait to continue to our lives together and pray that God gives us 30 more years to serve Him.
Oliver was born June 10th, 2010 somewhere between 5 and 7 days past his due date. What an amazing blessing he has already been. As many of you know, Elliot ‘s birth was quite traumatic and included 24 hours of labor followed by a C-section and then a one week stay in hotel until we could travel together to our new home in Georgia. Oliver’s birth was everything opposite. For the weeks leading to the due date I frequently prayed that I would go into labor naturally and also be able to avoid a C-section. As Oliver’s due date came and went it seemed induction was a likely possibility. This truly frightened me as induction increases the chance for cesarean, but Oliver was getting bigger which also decreases the chances of V-BAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). After a frank conversation with my OB and lots of prayer we opted for the induction on June 10th ( and lets face it I was oftly tired of being pregnant at 7 days overdue). We started the oxytocin at 7 AM (this is the same hormone the body releases to make the uterus contract). The doctor had planned to break my water at that same time but he was not able to, so he advised we just let the oxytocin due its work for a while. I was bound and determined to wait to have an epidural at least until my labor was progressing well and advancing, that turned out to be slightly poor judgement. My doctor got tied up with cases which was fine because my water broke on its own at 11AM. At this point the oxytocin was high dose and was making my contractions much worse than they would be with out the medication. I decided to call for the anesthesiologist. I was unfortunately third in line for an epidural so it took him over an hour to arrive. In that time I went from 3cm dilated to 9cm dilated, needless to say it was a painful couple of hours. We don’t have to go into detail here as “ouch” pretty much sums it up. After the epidural was in place and working, the first time they checked me my nurse, Sherry, a dear sweet women, said “you are complete – it is time to push.” I was ecstatic and determined to push with all my might to avoid cesarean. I pushed for 2 and1/2 hours and Oliver was born at about 3:30PM. It was one of the most wonderful moments of my life. He was able to nurse shortly after birth, and Mike cut the cord. Speaking of Mike, let me just mention that I have the most amazing husband ever who coached me, prayed for me, pushed me to work harder, and as I later found out – cried for me due to pain I was in when he was forced to leave the room during the epidural.
The truth of the this story is that I did nothing, it was all about God. We had so many people praying for us that day. I could honestly feel the presence of the Lord in that delivery room. In my pain I clung to Isaiah 43 – “I have call you by name, you are mine, for I AM the Lord you God. ” We give him all the Glory for the birth, and for this perfect little life we now have in our home.
So about Oliver. He is doing great. I love Baby Wise ( I truly think it is an owner’s manual for infants). He is already on a great 3 hour schedule during the day and stretching 4-5 hours at night at 7 days. It is hard to know what his personality will be like, but according to his desire to leave the uterus I would say he is fairly laid back kid. His looks on the other hand are strikingly like Elliot’s. As his mother I honestly have a hard time telling their baby pictures apart!
Thank you all for your prayers. God is so good, and we are rejoicing in this time of blessing.
I wrote this a while ago and forgot to post it, but better late than never. It is just amazing to me how much E has continued to change since I wrote this blog about 2 months ago…….
My little boy is growing up. Today, Mike was grilling burgers and told Elliot to take the plate in to Momma and throw away the trash. Note the two-step command – Elliot excuted the command with precision. Probably not that impressive for you non parents but pretty cool for us remembering just 19 months ago when all he did was drool and cry.
Recently, his vocabulary has really picked up including tractor (tra too), bubble,choo choo, book, ga gone, more, shoes, and I love you (i ov u) plus all his first words. Mike left for work last week and said, “Bye Elliot” and in response got “Bye bye dad” – melt my heart.
|The Blizzard of 2010|
Well I didn’t believe it when I heard the forecast (no offense Tim Strong), but it actually happened! Not only is it snowing as I type, but its sticking! When I took Elliot outside and started to pack a snowball, I realized that this was *perfect* snowman snow! With Elliot by my side, we began to roll the snow, and in no time at all, we had our little snowman family! If you look close enough, you can see all 4 of us! (wink, wink)
Since we live on the main drag in our subdivision, a lot of cars have been driving by. Many of them have been stopping, rolling down their windows, and taking pictures…oh Southerners. It’s like they’ve never seen a snowman before or something!
The snow is really heavy, and I’ve had to adjust the snowfamily a couple of times so that the don’t fall over. We shall see if they make it until the morning. Our crepe myrtle trees look like they are are being squashed! We hope that our pear trees make it, but we’re not so sure! We can’t wait until the morning because it doesn’t look like it will be letting up any time soon!
Who wants to have a snowball fight!?
Stephanie and I have begun to develop some new hobbies as of late. After Christmas, Stephanie found a mixer and a wheat mill on craigslist for a fraction of the cost. Recently, we have been enjoying homemade bread made. Honestly, it is delicious. I’m not just saying that because she is my wife. It really is good bread, and Elliot likes it too. We also appreciate the fact that we know everything that goes into the recipe.