Children are most precious


I started this blog at the end of October and also started a fan page on FaceBook. I have posted many blogs and quite a few posts since then, however of all the writings so far one has stood out among people as far as how it was received. I am sure it is because it speaks to the hearts of people and I have decided to put it in a blog and see what our blogging community thinks of it and see what kind of feedback it gets.

innocent

innocent

It is interesting to me how far and wide this has gone, It has received a few comments about how children are not innocent, but for the most part the response has been in agreement with the poster. I would really like to hear from my fellow bloggers and see what your thoughts are on this, I am enjoying making the pictures with the sayings on them and am very curious why one goes viral and others just get five or six hundred reaches.

Learning a lot and your comments are always a big help.

Christmas Time is the most Beautiful Time


Life is full of hustle all the time, but at Christmas time it is more so. There are people everywhere; the spirit of Christmas is in the air and the many heartfelt good wishes from everyone all the time seems to make the air light up with wonder.

Christmas has always been my favorite time of the year. There is such an air of giving and people have better attitudes they seem so much happier.

The beautiful lights and decorations are everywhere and it just so beautiful, it makes me want to hug everyone and tell them life is good and full of blessings. It is even fun to watch the kids change as they get older and go from being happy to play with the wrapping paper to wanting to be the one who passes out presents.

Time passes so fast, I love looking back at Christmas’s that have gone by and remembering the joy in the faces of the small children on Christmas.

At this time of year I wish for everyone a joyous Holiday and a Blessed time always.

Yard Bird story


Girls Christmas

Girls Christmas

Everyone in the Pacific North West has a story or two to tell about an icon named Yard Birds. It was a very large department store located in South West Washington. You could count on meeting your relatives and friends there whenever you went shopping. You were able to find anything and everything you were looking for and the staff was always helpful.

The story I have to tell is a personal one, when our daughter was young around four or five she loved to go in and out of the clothes racks. We got used to it and until she disappeared for more than a few minutes we never worried about it. Then we get a call over the loud speaker asking us to come upstairs to the customer service desk and pick up our daughter. Of course we are panicked and run to get to her thinking she would be scared and crying, but, no she was sitting in a chair eating a sucker and smiling, feeling just fine.

A couple of weeks later we were back at Yard Birds visiting with some friends, we had both daughters with us a four year old and two year old and the two year old had been safe in a stroller. We get a call over the loud speaker asking us to come up to customer service and pick up our two daughters. We run up the stairs afraid some customer had taken them, or thought our girls were lost, we get up there and we are so thankful the girls are OK, as we see both of them setting in chairs eating suckers. Turns out our older daughter was a little smarter than expected, she convinced our younger daughter she knew where to go to get a sucker and they ran up the stairs and told the receptionist they were lost and could they please have a sucker.

Scissors in The Hands of Babes


With the television playing one of his favorite Super hero shows; my grandson was quiet in the living room and I thought he was just enjoying the movie.  I was quite unaware that while he cuddled up under a blanket he had a pair of scissors.   He  not only cut up the bottom of the shirt he was wearing, he also cut up the cape on his brothers super hero toy and part of his favorite blanket.

As I was only babysitting, when , his mom came home and  I thought boy is he gonna get it, He ran into his bedroom because he thought he was in for it also.  She went in and told him “honey I’m not mad at you, but you need to remember that we only use those scissors for cutting paper at the table okay?”  She handled the situation so much better with her son than I did with her …

When she was around three, I gave a hair cut to her older sister and her dad, she did ask if she could have her hair cut too, but she had beautiful long thick hair that hung clear down her back and looked perfect on her so I said no she didn’t need a hair cut.

After I got done cutting my husbands’  hair I went to use the bathroom, however I found the door wouldn’t open, I asked what was going on in there and my youngest daughter told me she was going to the bathroom.  I pushed on the door a little and she was standing at the door not letting me in.  When I  opened the door I found two foot strands of beautiful long blond hair all over the bathroom floor, I of course started crying, what have you done to your beautiful hair, she then told me in a shaky voice “I told you I was going to the bathroom.”

We had to take her to the beauty shop to have her hair fixed and for the longest time she had long hair in the back but, because of how thick her hair was the front of her looked like a puffy  ball.