Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Prayers Please

I'm sure you all know about the Swine Flu.

We had to change planes in Mexico City on Friday (last). We have no symptoms, so we're fine for now, but ask for your prayers for our safety. It's a little scary being away from home when there's a pandemic like this.

Thanks, all.

Jenni and the boys

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Quote(s) of the Day

"Momma, I have a hot tub in my hair!"
~Tate, realizing his hair was wet from the hot tub



"Jazzy, where did my poops go?"

I think the question was rhetorical, though, because Tate knows where they went.
He told me himself.

Last night.
At 9:30.
(A mere two and a half hours after his bed time)

Mark and I got home from Financial Peace University (Dave Ramsey, love him!) around nine. We've been encouraging Tate to use the potty instead of his diaper lately, specifically with BMs, so he was still awake to tell us he went poo poo in the potty. As we walk into my mom's room (he was resting with her) Tate sits up and says "Momma, I pooped on the potty!"

Mark and I were so excited we ran over, gave him big hugs and gushed about how big of a boy he is, etc. It was a great mom moment.

Then Tate says, "it was on the floor."


Well, between Tate and my mom we find out that Tate was running around without a diaper (fantastic way to potty train I'm finding out) and all of the sudden my mom hears him yell, "Gramma!" and she knows what is next. She finds Tate in the entry way (yay for hardwood floors and not carpet) and there is poop on the ground. Not much, though, and Jazzy, the beloved family dog, is licking her lips. Tate tells Gramma that Jazzy ate it.

According to Tate, "Gramma says, 'NO JAZZY! YOU NO EAT TATE'S POOPS! YOU A NAUGHTY DOG!'" while wagging her finger at the dog. (Tate also wags his finger while he's telling you what Gramma said).

Tate then went in and finished his business on the potty.

Just like the big boy he is.

But, when he got up this morning, he did go and ask Jazzy where his poops were.

I decided not to tell him that his poops were probably mixed with her poops in the backyard somewhere.

Some things are best left unsaid, don't you think?

P.S. My mom thinks this story is in very poor taste, and can't believe she raised a daughter that would consider posting this online. Maybe, if you can, don't bring it up with her? I'd like to spare her and myself the "I can't believe you did that!" speech. I'm sure you know the one I'm referring to...:)

In other news we leave for Guatemala on Thursday. We can't wait.

Theo's passport was picked up today. We are officially ready to go. Except for the whole packing thing.

And we are moving to Hillsboro, Oregon when we get home. Mark starts his new job on the 29th of May. We get home the 27th. It will be a very busy few days. I'm not heading down right away because I'll have laundry, packing, etc. to take care of. Plus, Stephen will be home around that time and will want to meet Theo (who is named Theo Stephen).

So, if I don't post much for the next month, it's because I'm in Central America and have sketchy Internet access. Please pray for our health, safety and for our hearts to be open to the leading of the Holy Spirit (always) but specifically while we're away.

If you're interested, the website for our contacts in Nicaragua is!

Love always,
Jenni and the gang

Monday, April 20, 2009

Cuteness Abounds!

Friday, April 17, 2009

Opening Day Tidbits

Mariner's Opening Day, 2009

Just so you can compare, here is Opening Day last year. A lot has changed! As an added bonus, we have won EVERY Opening Day we've been to since we started this tradition (way back in 2007, ha!)
We also got Theo's passport, and that was surprisingly efficient. We had to go down to the Passport Office because we leave in less than a week.

Yes, we leave a week from Yesterday.

No, I am not at all close to ready.

But, Fred Meyer's has a GREAT deal on goldfish this week, so I got 10 bags of them to bring with us to Nicaragua. I will probably get more to share with the kids on Sunday. My goal is to get enough to stock them up for a while at the orphanage.

Today I am taking advantage of the YMCA waiver of the joining fee this weekend. I got a coupon in the mail and I am so excited about it!

I met another little Theo yesterday. He was 5. That was a new experience for me because I've never met another Tate. I know they are out there, I've just never run into one.

Ok, well, I should get going. Mark is in the middle of a phone interview (we'd have to fly out to Norfolk for the actual interview, keep your fingers crossed, friends!) so I should be focusing on keeping the boys quiet.

Oh, just to ease any confusion, the job isn't in Norfolk, but Mark's boss would be and he would have to fly out there a couple times a year. We would love this.

Ok, for real. I'm out.


Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Tate's Easter Quote of the Day, etc.

So Mark and I got Tate a little matchbox car for Easter. Nothing too big, but we wanted him to have something because we were not going to let him actually eat his candy. Tate was with us when we bought the little car and was asking for it all day long. We kept telling him that he could open it on Easter, the day that we celebrate Jesus raising from the dead. So, come Easter morning Tate came into our room at 6:00 am and said,

"Mom, Jesus is going to open my Easter car now."


So, I'm not sure if I've shared this story or not, but it's a dandy, so I'll share it (possibly again).

Tate was outside playing while Mark was working. He started to run away, and Mark yelled, "Tate, please come back here!"

Tate completely ignored him.

His punishment for disobeying was to come in the house and sit in time out.

After time out, he apologized to Mark for running away, and then decided to play inside with me for a while. Things were going fine until he decided that he really did want to play outside. I said, "Tate, you can go outside, but only if you will obey your daddy. Will you obey him?"

"No, I not."

Seriously. That was his response.

I thought maybe he didn't understand what "obey" meant. I thought I should explain myself.
"Tate, I'm sure you don't mean that. If you are running away from your daddy, and he calls for you to stop running, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to run as fast as I can."

Tate did not get to play outside that day.

We were at my grandparent's house for my Great Grandma's funeral, and Tate had been disobeying (again) so he was in time out. Our rule for time out is that while you're there, you don't talk. Not until the timer goes off and we have our discussion about why he's in there and the issue is resolved.

Well, this particular day I was trying to do a million things at once, so while he was in time out I was making him lunch to take with us to wherever we were going at the time. I had finished his sandwich and decided to let him choose what fruit he wanted to go with it. I said, "Tate, do you an apple or a banana to go with your sandwich at lunch?"

He looked at me smugly and replied,

"Momma, I not talk. I just in time out."

Seems like a lot of my stories are revolving around time out. He's really not in time out a lot these days...but most of the funny stuff he says is when he's being naughty.
We really enjoyed our Easter. I hope you did, too.
I'll try and post Mariners pics tomorrow.
(Today was Opening Day at Safeco, you know :)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Happy Easter!

I got this recipe from my Bestie, Missy Sue. We gave it a go tonight, and I will let you know how they taste Monday after we eat them.

Here's the recipe:

Easter Cookies
You need:
1 c. whole pecans
1 tsp. vinegar
3 egg whites
pinch salt
1 c. sugar
zipper baggie
wooden spoon
tape & Bible
Preheat oven to 300 F. Place pecans in zipper baggie and let children beat them with the wooden spoon to break into small pieces.

Explain that after Jesus was arrested He was beaten by the Roman soldiers. Read John 19:1-3.

Let each child smell the vinegar. Put 1 tsp. vinegar into mixing bowl.

Explain that when Jesus was thirsty on the cross He was given vinegar to drink. Read John 19:28-30.

Add egg whites to vinegar. Eggs represent life. Explain that Jesus gave His life to give us life. Read John 10:10-11.

Sprinkle a little salt into each child's hand. Let them taste it and brush the rest into the bowl. Explain that this represents the salty tears shed by Jesus' followers, and the bitterness of our own sin. Read Luke 23:27.

So far the ingredients are not very appetizing.

Add 1 c. sugar.

Explain that the sweetest part of the story is that Jesus died because He loves us. He wants us to know and belong to Him. Read Ps. 34:8 and John 3:16.

Beat with a mixer on high speed for 12 to 15 minutes until stiff peaks are formed. Explain that the color white represents the purity in God's eyes of those whose sins have been cleansed by Jesus. Read Isa.1:18 and John 3:1-3.

Fold in broken nuts. Drop by teaspoons onto wax paper covered cookie sheet. Explain that each mound represents the rocky tomb where Jesus' body was laid. Read Matt. 27:57-60.

Put the cookie sheet in the oven, close the door and turn the oven OFF.

Give each child a piece of tape and seal the oven door. Explain that Jesus' tomb was sealed. Read Matt. 27:65-66.

GO TO BED! Explain that they may feel sad to leave the cookies in the oven overnight. Jesus' followers were in despair when the tomb was sealed. Read John 16:20 and 22.

On Easter morning, open the oven and give everyone a cookie. Notice the cracked surface and take a bite. The cookies are hollow! On the first Easter Jesus' followers were amazed to find the tomb open and empty. Read Matt.28:1-9. HE HAS RISEN!

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Still here

We've just had a crazy busy couple of weeks.

My great grandmother passed away last week, so we spent the week in Oregon remembering her amazing life. She was 98 and would have turned 99 at the end of this month. She was incredibly lucid, and was an inspiration. My favorite memory of her was playing basketball with her when I was 15. She was 89. Seriously. She kicked my bum!

Other than that, Mark ended up having 3 final interviews last week, so we're just waiting to hear back on that. Any job offer would be fantastic. We're hoping to know tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath. Things go pretty slow in this economy.

Ok, I'll post more on my incredibly cute boys tomorrow.

Love you!