Sugar and spice and everything nice
This is what little girls are made of....
However, come September 2011, the Fulton household will be full of
Slime, snail, and puppy dog tails!
According to our ultrasound tech she is 99.99% certain that
IT'S A BOY!!!
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Never a dull moment
Wednesday was going along, like any other typical Wednesday: doing laundry, dishes, and other around the house chores. In the afternoon the phone rings and caller ID informs me that it is Wylie ISD. This typically means I have a child throwing up, or lying down with a fever in the nurses offices at one of the campuses. Today, however, turned out to be a little different.
"Hi is this Katie?" (They call so often the school nurse is comfortable enough to call me by my first name)
"Yes it is."
"This is Sandy, the nurse at the Elementary school. I have Branden with me, and he had an accident at recess. He fell on his chin..." That's all she had to say, I knew exactly what was coming next. When Branden was about 22 months old he had fallen and split his chin. It was able to be butterfly bandaged and we avoided stitches.... According to the nurse, we weren't getting away that lucky this time.
Here was my dilemma, I was without a car.... Because of the hailstorm, Zach's car was being repaired, and he had my car at work. Luckily we have terrific friends, and I was able to call up a friend a couple blocks away and she swooped in to pick me up and took Bubba and I to the ER. Meanwhile I had to call the Intermediate school to explain that Kristyn couldn't ride the bus home. Another blessing in friendship came through and Kristyn was picked up after school, while Branden was being sewed up.
We were in and out of the ER in two hours, which I thought was pretty good. And he made out with 6 stitches, and a great story to tell his friends. As he left for school this morning he was blushing at the idea that the girls would want to take care of him! :)
Boys and their scars!
"Hi is this Katie?" (They call so often the school nurse is comfortable enough to call me by my first name)
"Yes it is."
"This is Sandy, the nurse at the Elementary school. I have Branden with me, and he had an accident at recess. He fell on his chin..." That's all she had to say, I knew exactly what was coming next. When Branden was about 22 months old he had fallen and split his chin. It was able to be butterfly bandaged and we avoided stitches.... According to the nurse, we weren't getting away that lucky this time.
Here was my dilemma, I was without a car.... Because of the hailstorm, Zach's car was being repaired, and he had my car at work. Luckily we have terrific friends, and I was able to call up a friend a couple blocks away and she swooped in to pick me up and took Bubba and I to the ER. Meanwhile I had to call the Intermediate school to explain that Kristyn couldn't ride the bus home. Another blessing in friendship came through and Kristyn was picked up after school, while Branden was being sewed up.
We were in and out of the ER in two hours, which I thought was pretty good. And he made out with 6 stitches, and a great story to tell his friends. As he left for school this morning he was blushing at the idea that the girls would want to take care of him! :)
Boys and their scars!
Waiting patiently for the nurse to come back and numb his chin
It was worse than it looks... trust me.
A numbing agent applied before the shot of lidocaine.
Ended the visit with six stitches! He was very strong and brave!!!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Mango says No!
Does anyone else remember that SNL skit with Chris Kattan, as Mango? As ridiculous as it was, I always laughed hysterically... So I thought of Chris Kattan in short shorts, and a bright hat as I read what our Cub was this week.
Wow, look at that, 6 inches!!! Mango isn't saying no to much according to my ever growing appetite!
Wow, look at that, 6 inches!!! Mango isn't saying no to much according to my ever growing appetite!
Monday, April 25, 2011
Easter Weekend 2011
Wow, what a blessed weekend we had! Zach's parents came into town and we got to spend the day with them Friday, while the kids made up a snow day at school. Zach and his dad got a round of golf in, while Mom and I did some Easter Dinner shopping, and then waited for the kids to come home. They were thrilled to come home to their Farmor (Swedish for father's mother, and what they call Zach's mom), and were also happy that I suggested Shaved Ice for an afternoon snack. (This was such a hug hit, Farmor and I repeated the trip Saturday afternoon after stopping at HEB for some dinner groceries)
Saturday Farmor, with the help of Branden, made plattar, small thin Swedish Pancakes. They were delicious, and I perfected my ability to flip the pancakes... These particular ones are quite tricky! Then we ventured to downtown Abilene.
After the "egg"citement (sorry I couldn't resist) we finished preparing our Easter dinner and: Leg of Lamb, Au Gratin Potatoes (They were extra cheesy), Pineapple Casserole, Spinach and Strawberry Salad, Cherry Pie & Strawberry Pie with homemade whipped cream. It was a delicious feast! After our dinner we watched as the clouds rolled in. We were a bit skeptical, since we have seen the clouds and lightning, and heard the thunder, but have not seen rain in quite a long time... In fact, we have probably seen snow more recently than we have seen rain. It did indeed rain however, and it didn't stop there. We were treated to a hail storm. We watched, entertained from the safety of our kitchen window as the golf ball sized hail fell onto the trampoline and bounced really high... But you know what they say about hail, "it's all fun and games until someone loses a back windshield." Well, I don't think it's really a saying, but it is now in the Fulton house! :)
Saturday Farmor, with the help of Branden, made plattar, small thin Swedish Pancakes. They were delicious, and I perfected my ability to flip the pancakes... These particular ones are quite tricky! Then we ventured to downtown Abilene.
The first stop was the Grace Museum... The children's section was a huge success!
The kids got in touch with the Fine Arts!
Kristyn definitely has a flare for the dramatic... I have no idea where she gets that from (wink, wink)
Branden enjoyed playing this fun musical instrument... He wanted to play it all on his own! After The Grace we enjoyed some terrific art at the NCCIL, walked through the 12th Armored Division Museum and tried to take a look at Relics, but it was closed for the Easter weekend.
After walking around downtown we enjoyed lunch at Cypress Street Station.
Saturday night we enjoyed dinner at home and terrific company. Then rested up to celebrate our risen Savior at church Sunday morning. Zach woke up extra early to help out for breakfast at our church. After a great service we headed home and took a few family photos.
After our photo shoot we had an Easter egg hunt in the backyard.
They were very eager to find the eggs... Zach hid them really well.
And of course you know this South Texas girl has to keep the tradition of cascarones going with her own kiddos!
We even got the Georgia boy in on our fun! :)
I'm pretty sure I was finding confetti in my hair Monday morning!
After the "egg"citement (sorry I couldn't resist) we finished preparing our Easter dinner and: Leg of Lamb, Au Gratin Potatoes (They were extra cheesy), Pineapple Casserole, Spinach and Strawberry Salad, Cherry Pie & Strawberry Pie with homemade whipped cream. It was a delicious feast! After our dinner we watched as the clouds rolled in. We were a bit skeptical, since we have seen the clouds and lightning, and heard the thunder, but have not seen rain in quite a long time... In fact, we have probably seen snow more recently than we have seen rain. It did indeed rain however, and it didn't stop there. We were treated to a hail storm. We watched, entertained from the safety of our kitchen window as the golf ball sized hail fell onto the trampoline and bounced really high... But you know what they say about hail, "it's all fun and games until someone loses a back windshield." Well, I don't think it's really a saying, but it is now in the Fulton house! :)
It's better than one of our house windows, and no one was hurt. Praise the Lord for the much needed rain.
After dinner, the weather excitement and bath time the kids treated us to a puppet show.
All in all we had an amazing Easter weekend. We were so grateful and blessed to have our family here to celebrate with us!
Rejoice, rejoice oh Christians lift up your voice and sing
Eternal Hallelujah to Jesus Christ the King
The hope of all who seek Him, the help of all who find
None other is so loving, so good and kind
He lives!
He lives!
Christ Jesus lives today!...
You ask me how I know He lives
He lives within my heart!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
To Hear Him Say My Name
Sometimes I wonder if I learn more than my Sparkies during AWANA on Wednesday nights.
Since last night was the Wednesday before Easter, I thought that it would be appropriate to give a lesson on the resurrection on Jesus. As Christians we know that dying on the cross, while unfair and cruel, was not the miracle that gives us eternal life. It is the fact Jesus did not stay dead, but on the third day, rose from the dead and spoke to Mary Magdalene.
What amazes me, is that a story I have heard my entire life, can teach me something new, or remind me of something different each time I read it. This leads me to what I learned last night.
Mary was the first of Jesus's followers to discover that the tomb was empty. She was devastated. She assumed his body had been stolen. If I was Mary, I would've been beside myself, trying to figure out a way to put my Lord back in his proper resting place. I would've been furious thinking, "can't they leave him alone, even in death?" She tells the disciples, and Peter and another disciple come to see for themselves. After they see what Mary said was true, they go back to their homes, but Mary stays outside the tomb weeping. I don't imagine these are small "ladylike" tears either. I imagine they are tears like raindrops flowing from her eyes. Then angels appear to her, and then a gardener (or so she thinks) approaches her and asks her "Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?" This is not a gardener, but Jesus Himself! She doesn't recognize Him, instead asks him to give her the body and she'll take care of it. Mary is so distracted with her grief that she doesn't recognize her Savior as He is standing in front of her. But then the best part of this story happens (in my opinion). He speaks to her again, and she recognizes Him. It must have been the most beautiful word she had ever heard, and she knew that this was not a gardener but Jesus Christ! Jesus said
"Mary"
He said her name and she knew who He was. Oh the overwhelming peace and joy she must have felt to hear His voice saying her name.
It made me think, who's voice do I recognize above all else? My husband, my children, my parents, my sisters... People I have close relationships with. I invest time in building and deepening these relationships. Would I recognize The Lord's voice if He said my name? I would hope so, but to be certain I must invest in deepening my relationship with Him. I want more than anything to hear Him say my name, and know with such certainty that it is my Lord speaking to me. My desire is to know Him, the way Mary knew Him. To trust Him and hear His voice, and recognize it when He calls...
Thank you Lord, for the miracle of Easter, so that I have the freedom to approach You and know You so intimately.
Since last night was the Wednesday before Easter, I thought that it would be appropriate to give a lesson on the resurrection on Jesus. As Christians we know that dying on the cross, while unfair and cruel, was not the miracle that gives us eternal life. It is the fact Jesus did not stay dead, but on the third day, rose from the dead and spoke to Mary Magdalene.
What amazes me, is that a story I have heard my entire life, can teach me something new, or remind me of something different each time I read it. This leads me to what I learned last night.
Mary was the first of Jesus's followers to discover that the tomb was empty. She was devastated. She assumed his body had been stolen. If I was Mary, I would've been beside myself, trying to figure out a way to put my Lord back in his proper resting place. I would've been furious thinking, "can't they leave him alone, even in death?" She tells the disciples, and Peter and another disciple come to see for themselves. After they see what Mary said was true, they go back to their homes, but Mary stays outside the tomb weeping. I don't imagine these are small "ladylike" tears either. I imagine they are tears like raindrops flowing from her eyes. Then angels appear to her, and then a gardener (or so she thinks) approaches her and asks her "Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?" This is not a gardener, but Jesus Himself! She doesn't recognize Him, instead asks him to give her the body and she'll take care of it. Mary is so distracted with her grief that she doesn't recognize her Savior as He is standing in front of her. But then the best part of this story happens (in my opinion). He speaks to her again, and she recognizes Him. It must have been the most beautiful word she had ever heard, and she knew that this was not a gardener but Jesus Christ! Jesus said
"Mary"
He said her name and she knew who He was. Oh the overwhelming peace and joy she must have felt to hear His voice saying her name.
It made me think, who's voice do I recognize above all else? My husband, my children, my parents, my sisters... People I have close relationships with. I invest time in building and deepening these relationships. Would I recognize The Lord's voice if He said my name? I would hope so, but to be certain I must invest in deepening my relationship with Him. I want more than anything to hear Him say my name, and know with such certainty that it is my Lord speaking to me. My desire is to know Him, the way Mary knew Him. To trust Him and hear His voice, and recognize it when He calls...
Thank you Lord, for the miracle of Easter, so that I have the freedom to approach You and know You so intimately.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I am what yam...
Our baby is the size of a sweet potato! :) This is one delicious preganncy, I think I may make mashed sweet potatoes this week in honor of our cub!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Guacamole???
So last week (week 16 for those who are keeping track) our cub was the size of an avocado.
This week the cub is measuring in at the size of an onion!... Mmmm this makes me want guacamole, just need the lemon from a couple weeks back! :)
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