tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8716584421845102692024-03-14T13:01:37.862-05:00The Horn HerdRandom musings about the random meanderings of the Horn family.Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.comBlogger917125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-57532262234144074462018-08-08T19:22:00.000-05:002018-08-08T19:22:46.170-05:00For that I am thankful....Tap, tap, tap...is this microphone still on? I was curious how long it had been since I had last posted. It was almost 2 years ago and, I didn't look, but I am sure there weren't very many posts then. Part of me is tempted to feel bad for not documenting more, but a bigger part of me is pleased that I was living life and not focused on documenting. But a more honest explanation is that I simply did not have time to document. Well, maybe I did have time and just didn't make it a priority. Whatever...I refuse to feel guilty.<br />
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I have missed blogging though. I have things and words I want to express at times and like this platform. Maybe I will get to do some more of this as I am increasingly finding myself alone in the evenings. Soon I will need to start studying for part 2 of the CMA, but maybe after that my evenings can be filled with some writing and expressing. Maybe.<br />
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As I said, my evenings have become quiet. I have three in high school this fall and one in junior high. My chicks are preparing to leave the nest. <br />
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Do you know how many books have been written on baby care? I know if you search for it on Amazon, there are over 20,000. Do you know how many have been written on preparing your child for college? Amazon has 22. Now there are probably more than that based on your search words, but the point is there is a lot more advice out there for when your kid is born then when your kid is launching into adulthood. Maybe that is because by the time they are 18, your parenting role has shifted significantly. They are responsible for keeping themselves alive. And honestly if I was looking for a book, it wouldn't be related to parenting my kids at this stage. It would be about what to do with all the emotions surrounding this stage of life. So many emotions. And they are all mixed together at the same time. Excitement, fear, happiness, sadness..... So what am I suppose to do with all these emotions? I do what years of preparation for this year and the years to come have taught me to do...I take them to my Father. He truly knows how I feel even when I don't know what I am feeling or why. I was reading a post I made many years ago when Sara was starting 2nd grade and Ashley was starting 1st grade. As I read it, I became so thankful. God has been with them for so many, many things over the years and He will continue to be. And He is with me too. For that I am thankful.Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-8615568361450706672016-10-29T06:19:00.000-05:002016-10-29T06:27:41.589-05:00Nathan turns 11!So this guy had his 11th birthday yesterday!<div><br></div><div><div><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A2agBbD14RU/WBSHrFOJUMI/AAAAAAAADwI/oMU8h91NANY/I/photo_131224.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><br> I can't believe he is eleven! When we left our church in Iowa one of our going away gifts from the senior pastor there was our cupcake carrier. I LOVE this thing not just because it is practical, but because every time we get it out it reminds me of those sweet days in Iowa. It took its last pilgrimage to school yesterday.<br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>So Nathan's breakfast request yesterday was the ever popular "egg cups". These were extra special because Joe got up and made them. They were pretty awesome. His supper request was a tie between pizza and his dear love of homemade tenderloins. It was Friday, so we went with pizza. We did up our game somewhat and got our family's favorite Butch's pizza.</div><div><br></div><div>Now that he has finished his hunter safety course, hunting supplies were on his list this year. So he got a vest, a couple of squirrel calls and a giant tub to store all his future and current hunting supplies.</div><div><br></div><div>Nathan's loves are still football, hunting, anything he can play outside and video games.</div><div><br></div><div>We finished up his birthday by watching the third game of the World Series. Much to my sadness he has chosen to cheer in the Cleveland Indians rather than the beloved Cubs. He got his birthday wish...the Indians won last night 1 to 0 and took a lead in the series.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-39215972262378873922016-10-27T05:22:00.000-05:002016-10-27T05:37:24.293-05:00The bathrooms?So I am in the process of interviewing for a new job. (That whole process and how God has brought me to this point is for another post.). I came home on Monday from the first interview to the chatter of my beloved children. It was fresh on their minds as their father had just shared with them what I was doing, and, of course, I was later than normal. They wanted to know ALL about it, but the question from my youngest man child was most intriguing. "What were the bathrooms like" he inquired. "What?" Was my clear response. "What were the bathrooms like?" He pressed again. Me...stumbling over my words as I was completely perplexed over the question "I have no idea. I didn't use their bathroom" "Well, mom, you really need to check them out the next time. I mean, if you end up working there, you could spend a lot of time in the bathroom and you don't want it to be gross."<div><br></div><div>He may have a point.....</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-51756595083657308612015-09-20T23:47:00.001-05:002015-09-20T23:47:29.903-05:00Oh yes....this will be fun...I am not afraid of much...well, snakes...I am very afraid of snakes. And I don't like being home by myself at night...in the dark.... So I guess I do have some fears. One of my BIG ones is related to my teeth. I HATE tooth pain. I know that no one LIKES tooth pain, but I like to think that my fear of tooth pain may be a little greater than the average person. I had quite a bit of teeth work done when I was a kid (that happens when you have several cavities and are missing two front permanent teeth). Some of my most vivid childhood memories are sitting in the dentist chair, full of laughing gas and feeling that HORRIBLE nerve pain caused by that wretched drilling tool. So you can imagine my excitement when I started having one of my very back teeth bother me. Yeah...I was thrilled. <div><br></div><div>I finally realized that it wasn't going away on its own and made the trip to the dentist. I love my dentist. Not because he is the best dentist around (he might be; I don't know and let's be honest...I don't care) but because he doesn't cause me pain. The hygienist apologized for having to take the x-Ray and the dentist was SUPER gentle. Whew! </div><div><br></div><div>Well, the Endodontist that he referred me to made up for all of the non-pain I felt by my visit to my non-pain dentist. I opened my mouth expecting the same consideration. I had somehow convinced myself that he could figure out what was wrong with my tooth without touching it in any way. Clearly I was wrong and maybe my expectations were slightly off, but that doesn't excuse him from BANGING on my teeth with his wicked little hammer. And that wasn't even the worst!!! No, no..then we took our air pressure thing and shot it with it. What?!?! This was proceeded with "ok. So I need you to tell me when it starts hurting and then tell me when the pain ends". So, let me get this straight, you are going to intentionally cause me pain?! Awful. It was just plain awful. </div><div><br></div><div>Diagnosis...cracked tooth. Solution....root canal. Oh yes....this will be fun.</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-90780412723140850382015-02-20T14:04:00.001-06:002015-02-20T14:04:41.994-06:00Science FairAbout every three years my kids have a science fair. This year both girls participated. Sara did a project by herself and Ashley partnered up with her best friend Zoe. <div><br></div><div>Much to the delight of Nathan and I, Sara choose a project that involved chewing gum. If you know Nathan and I you know we love gum. Sara tested the longevity of the flavor of gum.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZQi5fymN1AU61s27rXpzJ6fZFNsLGc4UkNZcj-3LVYzIdat3N0ItRJHPtnfPXemZl187I_jcX40mHSR6VBCFObjHWXAlITK9TJXtQfHRxAvtbxS9gSMCdovW1w0aYGwyeiPa-q1QUig/s640/blogger-image--1608099400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZQi5fymN1AU61s27rXpzJ6fZFNsLGc4UkNZcj-3LVYzIdat3N0ItRJHPtnfPXemZl187I_jcX40mHSR6VBCFObjHWXAlITK9TJXtQfHRxAvtbxS9gSMCdovW1w0aYGwyeiPa-q1QUig/s640/blogger-image--1608099400.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Ashley and Zoe did something a little colder. They tested how different substances impact the speed of melting ice. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo66n2TCeVnmghHu7RhJGmndUsDTsp9yXhdspNiPiB8O3vJyDCmihk3SvGs1o3gfccJzgJn4u9CRYqWDf8bHOpozWLcBgw77hdZIanFptJJOHVuwroKQWgDHgYyVydWofPY1QybD7RhNE/s640/blogger-image-2058091048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo66n2TCeVnmghHu7RhJGmndUsDTsp9yXhdspNiPiB8O3vJyDCmihk3SvGs1o3gfccJzgJn4u9CRYqWDf8bHOpozWLcBgw77hdZIanFptJJOHVuwroKQWgDHgYyVydWofPY1QybD7RhNE/s640/blogger-image-2058091048.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>They both did a superb job, earned As on their projects, got blue ribbons and had fun with their experiments.</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-51132700500119325182015-02-04T12:12:00.001-06:002015-02-04T12:12:08.886-06:00New adventures....and not just for me....Well, it has been a whirlwind of adventure around here since Christmas. I have had a couple of fun things that have come my way that I have decided to full advantage of and I thought I would share one of them with you.<div><br></div><div>I am now, officially, a travel agent. I am so excited about this. I absolutely love to travel and love working with people. Plus, I think paperwork can be fun (which Imrealize is weird). So when an old friend was telling me about her company, I took the plunge and joined her. I work as an Independent Contractor for Global Dream Vacations. Check out the website www.globaldreamvacations.com or email me at karen@globaldreamvacations.com to find out more. And let me help you plan your next trip. You can also "like" my Facebook page for travel tips and destination ideas. It is Karen Horn-Global Dream Vacations Travel Agent. Also, feel free to pass my name on to your friends and family.</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-59513714699205371022015-01-23T07:50:00.001-06:002015-01-23T08:22:25.526-06:00Recent LovesWinter is hard on me...at least it has been the last few years. I'm not sure why. It didn't used to bother me. Maybe it is my current job as when it gets cold and snowy, I can't get out with the kids, and by the time they leave, it is dark. Whatever it is, it has been hard. So this year I have been trying to be proactive about not wishing the days of January and February away. These days count too. I realize my attitude is internal and can't be control by externals, but here are some recent externals in my life that have been helping my internal attitude......<div><br></div><div>Recent loves...</div><div><br></div><div>My new Bluetooth speaker for my iPad. I love it. And our recent favorite pandora channel has been film scores. If you wander into my house, it would not be unusual to hear us playing "name that movie" as we hear the soundtracks. It has really made me want to track down Dances With Wolves and watch it again. I had forgotten how great the soundtrack to that one is.</div><div><br></div><div>On the theme of music, this year we have started somewhat of a dance party ritual after breakfast. We crank up the music and enjoy the scurrying of brushing teeth and putting coats on. Our current favorites are Galaxies by Owl City (we have a choreographed dance from summer camp that goes with this one), Let it Out by Switchfoot and Greater by MercyMe (this is our youth group theme song for the year). It has really added some life to the beginning of our days.</div><div><br></div><div>Jamberry nail wraps....I have awful nails that typically look, well, awful. Polish just cannot keep up with my lifestyle. And, while these don't last quite as long as some have claimed, they do last a very long time on my nails. And looking at flowers on my nails helps make me feel happy.</div><div><br></div><div>I have a one cup coffee coffee thing that I picked up at World Market over Christmas. It cost me $6 and I love it. I'm not sure the official name of it. It is a large, ceramic cup that cone coffee filters fit in. It tapers at the bottom to fit over a coffee mug. And it, of course, has a hole in the bottom. You boil your water, pour it over your grounds, wait for it to fill your cup and you are good to go. I love it!</div><div><br></div><div>The all school spelling bee is this morning. This is Ashley's fourth year participating in it. She really can spell....she can spell much better than I can which really isn't saying much.. Anyway, the nerves tend to get the best of her. This morning at breakfast "success" as a parent was seen. All her siblings prayed earnestly for her...and not just that she would win, but for God's peace and His perspective and His glory to be seen.</div><div><br></div><div>Light Greek yogurt...several in my house are on special diets for various reasons. The one thing we can all eat is light Greek yogurt. I definitely should be buying stock in it.</div><div><br></div><div>You know that moment when you are at a friend's house that has older children for dinner and at the end of dinner you are so impressed because their older kids got up from the table, cleared the table without being asked and the proceeded to do the dishes without being asked? And you think...how did their parents do that? And will my kids ever do that? Well, that happened last night only it was at my house! I was so proud. And if you asked me how I did it....honestly, I wish I could share my special formula, but I have no idea how it happened. Thankful for God working in their hearts!.</div><div><br></div><div>And, finally, I am so very thankful it is not as cold as last year. Can we all just say Amen to that!!</div><div><br></div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-50156534997009973462014-12-31T06:04:00.001-06:002014-12-31T06:04:48.337-06:00Goodbye 2014And with a blink this year is ending.....here is a few snippets of the last couple of months....<div><br></div><div>I had surgery in October to remove some scar tissue from a previous surgery five years ago. It went well be I got what my husband liked to call a "two week medical vacation". Hopefully, this won't become an every five year thing.</div><div><br></div><div>Soon after my medical vacation was over we ended up in the ER with Ashley with a possible appendicitis. After a couple of weeks of gross tests by the GI doctor, we found that she has an intolerance to some foods, ulcers in her stomach and GERD. Poor thing has a three month diet of nothing acidic so her stomach can heal....and yes chocolate is very acidic.</div><div><br></div><div>We've had a couple of band and choir concerts, including John's first band concert at the Christmas one. It is always so fun to get to watch them play and sing.</div><div><br></div><div>We spent Thanksgiving at my sister's house this year with her family and my parents. We figured it had been 9 years since we had all been together at Thanksgiving. That one was at my house when we lived in Iowa and my youngest and her oldest were both newborns. When two families are in ministry and one family is in the Air Force that is what happens...we had a great time this year.</div><div><br></div><div>We didn't have our Christmas open house this year because, well, it just didn't happen. We did have a fun month celebrating our Savior's birth though. It included many evenings out with friends, fun and games with our kids, a night of progressive dinner with the youth kids and another trip to my sister's to celebrate with my family.</div><div><br></div><div>Celebrating Christmas with our kids was so fun this year. I think they all got their most wanted gifts..except no iPhones or smartphones generally, but I don't think they really thought they were going to get those. Nathan has joined his brother in the Lego craze and the girls are definitely showing their age by enjoying everything that teenage girls do....clothes, make up, music, decor for their rooms, shoes,etc. We've played lots and lots of board games and hit the movie theater a couple of times. We haven't seen The Hobbit yet and that will get done before we return to our regular schedule.</div><div><br></div><div>We have had a really sweet time celebrating Christmas with Joe's family after Christmas. It has been three years since we've all been together. It is somewhat bittersweet because in the back of our minds we all know why Joe's sister and our brother-in-law and their three girls are in the states. It has been fun to get to know some dear friends of theirs from China who are visiting as well. The language barrier is definitely there, but non-verbal communication speaks loudly sometimes. Please continue to pray for our brother-in-law James as he battles lung cancer. He had a scan this week. Many of the tumors were gone or had shrunk Praise God. But there was one in his lymph node that had grown a little. They meet with the oncologist next week to determine the next steps. </div><div><br></div><div>And with that I will say goodbye 2014 and see you next year!<br><div><br></div><div><br></div></div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-51805687167909408452014-11-13T08:54:00.001-06:002014-11-13T08:54:48.407-06:00Veteran's Day 2014I love what my kids's schools do to celebrate Veteran's Day. The older three are involved in a club that organizes a breakfast and then they hold an assembly. At Nathan's school the 2nd and 3rd graders walk to the cemetery to watch the ceremony. This year Nathan was also able to attend the assembly at the older threes' school. Nate's school is raising money for the honor flight and he was chosen to attend and help collect money. <div><br><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">As part of the assembly they chose students to share their essays on what veterans mean to them. Ashley was honored to be chosen to share hers this year. Here is her essay:</span></div><div><div><br></div><div>When I thought of what to do for a Veteran's Day project, I first thought of who veterans are. That's simple. I thought "a veteran is a person who has fought in a war."</div><div><br></div><div>Honestly, though, I think that people sometimes take seriously the importance of veterans, but undermine the importance of war. When thinking about battle, we occasionally replace gore with glory. We see photographs in history books of George Washington kneeling proudly at the front of a boat with a cape draped over one shoulder, and his chest puffed out. We see pictures of men pushing the flag of the United States to an upright position.</div><div><br></div><div>We neglect, however, to remember the gross, gory, humbling moments that form the honorable men and women. We forget the times these people were in knee deep in mud, watching grenades explode as sweat and blood drip down their calloused skin. We forget the bombs and bullets that pierce the hearts of people who lose loved ones. We forget the tears shed in an attempt to fill the void where loved ones used to be.</div><div><br></div><div>Veterans themselves, have to sometimes live with the fact that they took another person's life. That was someone's mother, or father, brother or sister. That was someone's best friend.</div><div><br></div><div>Veterans, though, keep me safe. They fight for every citizen so others don't have to. For that, I am eternally grateful. They keep America beautiful. That is why, for my Veteran's Day project, I decided to explain what a veteran meant to me. I will always appreciate veterans because of what they do to protect my country from sea to shining sea.</div></div><div><br></div><div>Here's some pics....A huge thank you to my friend Kelsey for taking pics and video for me since neither Joe or I were able to go!</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y2UoKz7VsesXhhOrVPo95k0VQgS4tAwDJd1dIgvw3CuYZQZPR41omEvp-UTlmJXYOoDYSYOLfxp_aVpJwd-WIvImzx76HVhhLgHN6sdvpoZpq_A5Dpke7zXWcx7MVpkJtKrjSrnYxX8/s640/blogger-image--1071041655.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Y2UoKz7VsesXhhOrVPo95k0VQgS4tAwDJd1dIgvw3CuYZQZPR41omEvp-UTlmJXYOoDYSYOLfxp_aVpJwd-WIvImzx76HVhhLgHN6sdvpoZpq_A5Dpke7zXWcx7MVpkJtKrjSrnYxX8/s640/blogger-image--1071041655.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nathan at the cemetery with his class.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO12QdAAAspDMT2fdjfs4JknDWTy-cPA-g3uCpa4xr5YH_1bmNPBucWKGobfh3cwwSO6VhM70Tl_cqMlx8LvTz_4BAM3OdvrHDnXyR6SRQp7u_-2XuhhtfDZkSsNWOVe_xsRA80-iQsNE/s640/blogger-image--274085985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO12QdAAAspDMT2fdjfs4JknDWTy-cPA-g3uCpa4xr5YH_1bmNPBucWKGobfh3cwwSO6VhM70Tl_cqMlx8LvTz_4BAM3OdvrHDnXyR6SRQp7u_-2XuhhtfDZkSsNWOVe_xsRA80-iQsNE/s640/blogger-image--274085985.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The band and choir performed Battle Hymn of the Republic. 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I am a huge fan of speech because I think it teaches and helps kids speak in front of a group of people. It really helps their confidence. Plus, my kids that participate LOVE it! John did a solo performance this year. Our family rule is that the first year you participate in speech or any type of solo and ensemble type of competition, you do a solo. If you do a solo, you truly know what you are capable of doing. You don't have any other variables. So John did a solo. Ashley did a solo and a duet this year. <br />
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<br />Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-54622074444097873382014-10-27T19:35:00.000-05:002014-10-27T19:35:10.372-05:00HomecomingOur homecoming parade was a few weeks back. It was the weekend after my surgery. Fortunately, my parents were here and I was able to venture out to see the parade. All four kids were in it this year. Here are some pics from the day....it was beautiful!<br />
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This is the girls' band...CEC. John is in band this year too, but only 6th-8th grade marches.<br />
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Ashley led the band. She is on the color guard and was voted by the fellow members of the color guard to lead them (there is an odd number of them). She was pretty nervous, but did a great job!<br />
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Here is Sara leading the flutes.<br />
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So I promise that John is on this float. He is on the other side and if you know him really well you can probably spot the back of his head. We called his name, but John was in the zone and we all know when he is in the zone he doesn't hear anything!<br />
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And, lastly, here is Nathan on his float. Fortunately, he was on the right side...or maybe I should say we were on the right side!Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-15493978288462837932014-10-17T17:04:00.001-05:002014-10-17T17:04:27.946-05:00The agony of de"feet"<div>So as I mentioned in a previous post, we had a rainy morning the other day. Joe and I needed to make a trip to the store. As we were making our list the subject of Nathan's shoes came up. That boys goes through shoes like crazy and he had developed a hole in his current pair. We checked and he had also grown out of them so we measured to see what size he would need. A size 8 folks...a men's size 8. And, yes, he has a birthday coming up, but he is 8. Years. Old. So in the spirit of friendly competition ( because family competition is always friendly, right?😉) we decided to have the kids compare feet. First up, the eldest son...</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyT_fLh_6P2OZMbE6mvxTYRbjouLfpRqYKCYt0QxtXvNSBdJ6FXDkgh3DI2oD9yRNSW_OtCyCM3seZMkh2Xa0nJSXc-GjxDUNoPN4VR7iCc7EOwDW6_WAUgAUxxQhqI1t3F2dGSPap5lI/s640/blogger-image-1990881810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyT_fLh_6P2OZMbE6mvxTYRbjouLfpRqYKCYt0QxtXvNSBdJ6FXDkgh3DI2oD9yRNSW_OtCyCM3seZMkh2Xa0nJSXc-GjxDUNoPN4VR7iCc7EOwDW6_WAUgAUxxQhqI1t3F2dGSPap5lI/s640/blogger-image-1990881810.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nate is on the right. John is on the left and 21 months older than Nate. Yep...Nate wins. Poor John.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHXY6G9YKxySGoeLMKMb3kOztXItaNxQ6BrBLcbKYnNK9FDLCwXKehLjN_os5TB2ua1XZR0GMlmZEnNt7sxdf3QPWbvjKLgtJOOB7qESbArf3fAguEVYDFHU76-5x0f_giXRLPg3lTkU/s640/blogger-image-1338155702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRHXY6G9YKxySGoeLMKMb3kOztXItaNxQ6BrBLcbKYnNK9FDLCwXKehLjN_os5TB2ua1XZR0GMlmZEnNt7sxdf3QPWbvjKLgtJOOB7qESbArf3fAguEVYDFHU76-5x0f_giXRLPg3lTkU/s640/blogger-image-1338155702.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nate is again on the right. Big sis is on the left. This is the oldest sis Sara...she's 13. Yep...Nate wins again.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEv6ig7Q9X3exORd1fQVwdU9f-RkHCtE7PBCSYnrHU1cJ_6bFDORR9zt9rHSmmL1fIIc67jmELwZkBKyKX7M1m0OeY0e5Hc30rWoJj4mp5qOrOBx5js71olMqGSDYhGB7IN2EyHZVQIk/s640/blogger-image-2136823511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWEv6ig7Q9X3exORd1fQVwdU9f-RkHCtE7PBCSYnrHU1cJ_6bFDORR9zt9rHSmmL1fIIc67jmELwZkBKyKX7M1m0OeY0e5Hc30rWoJj4mp5qOrOBx5js71olMqGSDYhGB7IN2EyHZVQIk/s640/blogger-image-2136823511.jpg"></a></div>And this is Nate on the right with Ashley in the left. While Ashley wanted to claim victory, I think this was officially called a draw by the judges. And, unfortunately (or fortunately since she is a girl!), Nate has the advantage since she is 12 and her feet haven't grown in a year.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb9sOAG6WNnXa7jLkpUSM8sjH6_PkD-8UNzX5mYOTGoVihW9GbMfouKW8gmjqvcSSrNmR8QfbXrABpUv1sfpERbpmHzMhNqsQCGRFFFu6aeijTuK32z5ZNEDfblFqF7yxfAMpaijHKEc/s640/blogger-image-1522519198.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIb9sOAG6WNnXa7jLkpUSM8sjH6_PkD-8UNzX5mYOTGoVihW9GbMfouKW8gmjqvcSSrNmR8QfbXrABpUv1sfpERbpmHzMhNqsQCGRFFFu6aeijTuK32z5ZNEDfblFqF7yxfAMpaijHKEc/s640/blogger-image-1522519198.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And, finally, the big dog. Dad is still significantly ahead, but again Nate is 8. Someday I am sure Nathan will pass him up and Joe will suffer the agony of the de"feet". </div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-41685226268971048212014-10-13T16:06:00.001-05:002014-10-13T16:06:02.532-05:00A rainy afternoon and a chuckle....Today we have all been home with nothing to do. Do you have any idea how rare that is. So we measured feet this morning. What? That isn't what you do on a rainy day. That post will be later. Sara headed over to our fitness center for a class this afternoon and a joe and I made our way to the grocery store. Aldi had honeycrisp apples for 99 cents a pound and galas for 50 cents a pound and joe wanted to see how I would do in the car. And Nathan needed a new pair of tennis shoes. Sadly...not good on the car front. But we have tons of apples. I was able to peel some this afternoon. They are in the crockpot smelling yummy for some applesauce. Most of the afternoon has been spent reading and listening to some Norah Jones.<div><br></div><div>We were just settling in for some family time of Once Upon a Time when someone commented on being excited. I started singing "I'm so excited and I just can't hide it". Sara say "that should be a song." Obviously we need to expose her to some more of the classics...sigh.</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-18404381549111356312014-10-11T13:32:00.001-05:002014-10-11T13:32:02.513-05:00RecoverySo my surgery was Wednesday and I have been in recovery mode since. I won't go into detail on what all the doc did. To summarize, he basically put two holes in me...one for the camera and one for tools, did some things and then stitched me up. The first 36 hours I was flat on my back. For those who have had laproscopy done before, you may be familiar with shoulder pain afterwards. Flat on the back is the best way to deal with it. Now that the shoulder pain is gone, I have been sentenced to the couch. The sentencing is for my protection....so I don't tear something and then they have to go back in to fix that (according to my protective hubby). So today I have painted my nails, played some Kingdom Chronicles on my iPad, watch some NCIS marathon, gotten text updates on the boys' football game, and am currently introducing Ashley to Ocean's Eleven. We have been super blessed by meals of lasagna and meatloaf. And my parents have been a huge help in playing taxi for my kids. It has been awhile since I've had a stay at home vacation, so I plan to enjoy it while it lasts.Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-30319040116509040772014-10-07T21:25:00.001-05:002014-10-07T21:25:42.220-05:00And the answer is.........we always visit Arby's after I have had a hospital visit. It started with the birth of my first born. I had horrendous acid reflux and heartburn and didn't really enjoy food the last trimester. As we headed home with Sara it was near lunchtime. Joe asked me what I wanted to eat, we happened to be drivin past an Arby's and it sounded good to me. And, thus, started a tradition as there just happened to be an Arby's near the hospital where I gave birth to the last three kids. About 5 years ago I had a benign tumor removed and Joe ran me through Arby's on the way home. So it has happened 5 times in the last 13 years.<div><br></div><div>So, tomorrow, as you have probably guessed, I am making another hospital visit. Evidently that surgery 5 years ago left some scar tissue. It has really started to bug me so them good doc is going to go back in and do whatever they do to get rid of it...hopefully without causing more scarring; not really sure how that all works which, as they say, is why my doc gets the big bucks. And now it is off to bed I go as I get one last refreshing drink of water...no food OR drink after midnight....sigh.</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-45285356042647248952014-10-06T14:51:00.001-05:002014-10-06T14:51:28.241-05:00Arby's here we come...So here is a little blog trivia for your Monday afternoon. After a certain something happens in my life, my hubby runs me through the Arby's drive thru for a beef 'n cheddar hold the Arby's sauce. A hint would be that this has happened 5 times in the last 13 years. It is going to happen again this week. Any guesses?Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-7327557024796404152014-10-03T10:38:00.001-05:002014-10-03T10:38:03.530-05:00No practice?!So this is what happens when my boys have a free evening due to yucky weather and no football practice....<div><br></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gc2GbCffDJLGLdNklkI7-ziRPglJDCdI2twaNcm35ZgMUXloop9Lu8g1PignGJDBsZLAN4L617N0eFim2yWQkpW7GeRkIpdeQX_6y6VD9xoN-_UqvtS-9yGVqcGKjne-1I5hcgtFA5A/s640/blogger-image-396903199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0gc2GbCffDJLGLdNklkI7-ziRPglJDCdI2twaNcm35ZgMUXloop9Lu8g1PignGJDBsZLAN4L617N0eFim2yWQkpW7GeRkIpdeQX_6y6VD9xoN-_UqvtS-9yGVqcGKjne-1I5hcgtFA5A/s640/blogger-image-396903199.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nathan got a new Kindle because, sadly, his other one was stollen. As he was trying out his new features, he and John realized they could enter each other's Minecraft worlds. So while it looks like they are completely consumed and in their own little worlds, they are actually in each other's worlds. They were having so much fun I couldn't bear to enforce our normal electronic time limit. Every so often you would hear one of them say "this is so fun! I love playing this with you!" Seriously, what mom can stop any activity that creates that kind of sibling play enthusiasm?!</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-51965789810766897702014-10-03T10:30:00.001-05:002014-10-03T10:30:26.151-05:00The week is almost over....It has been a fairly normal week here full of practices....football and speech...meetings, homework and, well, life. And sometimes this is what life does to us...<div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnv2WGHxjjvKeUkXRylde46mghI2Muuyaw3VHbrzEAzOcxR8zLnJkn5ohN8vaYK7jyfaZBfBfcuQCkvvqJ_lz7eURqNlHq_Z5UdTw5QFF52gBazjQ0YTsc4L-g0cZ6sONMeGaq8TQz8Y/s640/blogger-image--872567821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnv2WGHxjjvKeUkXRylde46mghI2Muuyaw3VHbrzEAzOcxR8zLnJkn5ohN8vaYK7jyfaZBfBfcuQCkvvqJ_lz7eURqNlHq_Z5UdTw5QFF52gBazjQ0YTsc4L-g0cZ6sONMeGaq8TQz8Y/s640/blogger-image--872567821.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is where I found sweet Ashley around 4 on Tuesday. And, no, she hadn't been hunting. It is spirit week at school,and Tuesday was camo day. Evidently camo day wore her out. Poor thing fell asleep on the kitchen floor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-6150239145658096072014-09-29T10:42:00.001-05:002014-09-29T10:42:55.265-05:00My new favorite mug...This is my new favorite mug....<div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJEVTWywTQ41voQ5AiK2idL3l31sO2FE_DKz9Ppy611oo7QuKL1_VnVf4RSYBi88BP9AcsU3rAlZ2vfdCLIh_dd5oBjyeTO-XYqb1oDVPcpxKhq7avfkmVuBIRdk4Fm_PAMrsuSr6D4k/s640/blogger-image-1069776799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJEVTWywTQ41voQ5AiK2idL3l31sO2FE_DKz9Ppy611oo7QuKL1_VnVf4RSYBi88BP9AcsU3rAlZ2vfdCLIh_dd5oBjyeTO-XYqb1oDVPcpxKhq7avfkmVuBIRdk4Fm_PAMrsuSr6D4k/s640/blogger-image-1069776799.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is from China. It say "The Foreign Wife" on it. My sister in law Kristen (Joe's sister) happens to be the foreign wife. "The Foreign Wife" is the name of the restaurant my brother in law James and his wife Kristen have recently opened in China. This mug is in my hand everyday reminding me to pray for James throughout the day. He begins his chemo and radiation treatments today. It will be a long few weeks for them and their three girls. The treatment will last until around Thanksgiving. Will you join me in praying for them today and through these weeks of treatment?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">If you would like to follow their journey so you can pray more specifically, check out their blog at http://www.followthehes.blogspot.com. If you live in the Indianapolis area and would like to help out with meals or anything else, there is a link to their care calendar on the blog.</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-9701841975759032682014-09-29T10:31:00.001-05:002014-09-29T10:31:21.271-05:00Win! Win!We had a whirlwind weekend with my sister and her kids visiting. It was my nephew Luke's birthday and it was so fun for him to be here to get to celebrate with him. We've never gotten to do that before because of where they have lived. They came in Saturday to catch the boys' football games. And both the boys' teams came away with wins! It was Nathan's teams' first win so it was very exciting. Here are some shots from Saturday....<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The birthday boy trying on Nathan's pads</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And trying on the helmet too</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John and his cousins "enjoying" Nathan's game. In fairness to them, it was pretty warm.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nathan getting ready to hike the ball. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nathan on defense lined up as nose tackle. (that is across from the center (the opposing team #72) for those of you who may not know football positions)</td></tr>
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<br />Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-20715786309172303882014-09-26T09:15:00.000-05:002014-09-26T09:15:06.575-05:00Middle of Football season!We are right in the middle of the boys' football season here! Last night was so much fun. Nathan's team got to scrimmage with a neighboring communities team at their high school field, under the lights with AstroTurf! And, while they didn't win, they played by far their best game yet. The high school band needed practice, and so we even got to have them play for halftime. It was so. fun. And I had these fabulous pictures of the evening and managed to delete them this morning. Don't ask me how...it is still too painful to talk about. So let your imagination run wild and that is what the pictures looked like. Here are some pics of my boys. I am going to try to get some more action pics of them tomorrow and will, hopefully, manage to post them before I delete them.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh goodness...the handsomeness of this picture. And they look so huge in their pads! And trust me when I say you do not want them to hit you unless you are also wearing pads!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Big John" and "Big J" is what he is known as on the football field. He plays offensive line and has been playing a little on the defensive line this year as well.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Big Nate" (notice a theme?) and "NateO" is what he is known as on the football field. He plays center on offense and defensive line. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nate is number 57 this year.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This pretty much sums up the girls at football games...snack time!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John is number 76</td></tr>
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<br />Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-46088055162566839022014-09-23T18:00:00.001-05:002014-09-23T18:00:12.083-05:00A date...I got a phone call yesterday afternoon from this handsome man....<div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLPfna1Kqy5Q-i0llvYWVAzVT1c1t2GoawNJcTabX81fUHm4AL6lOUoLzF2rkZhnk9ZkNytHC912heHl4BXqwA37Kl3H-7JsZ3mzDqY6VH4HrCD-wdyH7KevebdYV8tn4RWs04eNuRro/s640/blogger-image-1215978671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsLPfna1Kqy5Q-i0llvYWVAzVT1c1t2GoawNJcTabX81fUHm4AL6lOUoLzF2rkZhnk9ZkNytHC912heHl4BXqwA37Kl3H-7JsZ3mzDqY6VH4HrCD-wdyH7KevebdYV8tn4RWs04eNuRro/s640/blogger-image-1215978671.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">inviting me on a date. It was kind of a miracle...we actually had a couple of hours where we were both free. When we have had time lately, we've been enjoying some local spots....partly because i don't want to spend time riding in the car and partly because we have some really yummy places locally. Last night we hit a small town nearby and had some fabulous burritos and then chilled out at the local coffee shop. It was such a great evening. I have such a great man and it seems my kids agree....</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidn42zngPoZITy5OgSTFtAnwGrMMr6znxZyYMbXfwR-WrimEhiARk6Pz_nU9Y9RTkg2V7rwQXBIOccF-wlPD3e6AiPzhsT9cmyejd6PJf9mvirB0D2YAG_JqU2teYNlYYWBL3LjLuvEJc/s640/blogger-image-291966411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidn42zngPoZITy5OgSTFtAnwGrMMr6znxZyYMbXfwR-WrimEhiARk6Pz_nU9Y9RTkg2V7rwQXBIOccF-wlPD3e6AiPzhsT9cmyejd6PJf9mvirB0D2YAG_JqU2teYNlYYWBL3LjLuvEJc/s640/blogger-image-291966411.jpg"></a></div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-84406765653152266692014-09-21T19:41:00.001-05:002014-09-21T19:41:49.685-05:00A SundaySundays can be crazy days at our house, but several years ago The Lord made the importance of sabbath and rest so clear to both Joe and I. So when we get home from a long (but good!) morning and early afternoon (our small group meets after right after church) with our church family, we hit the bed for a nap. I LOVE naps..it is one of my favorite hobbies and I don't get to enjoy that hobby near enough. And then this is typically where you find us....<div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzr4rsHN52tBdlwagRW1VCRBVePKsyWytPUmm4UDAKMt-RMja6takHK4Mv_mjh_IfCl7kEBD6zxpiF7bK02T5SKNMOZGdyObYAv1EdXAlndjT0FKJSUXBNkacx12n-O3k2J-WdNsuJNg/s640/blogger-image-1156580555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzr4rsHN52tBdlwagRW1VCRBVePKsyWytPUmm4UDAKMt-RMja6takHK4Mv_mjh_IfCl7kEBD6zxpiF7bK02T5SKNMOZGdyObYAv1EdXAlndjT0FKJSUXBNkacx12n-O3k2J-WdNsuJNg/s640/blogger-image-1156580555.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">You can't tell, but that is football on the tv. (The Broncos are getting whipped up on, but if anyone can bring them back it would be Manning.) I don't even get up to make supper. On Sunday evenings we have the same thing for supper every week. It is a special I like to call " get your owny". I try to ignore any laundry or dishes and chill out. Hoping your Sundays are filled with as much relaxing and resting as ours is! (It is certainly much easier to rest at our house when the Colts are playing as well as they did today! ;) )</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-91779529567890303172014-09-17T09:47:00.001-05:002014-09-17T09:47:28.306-05:00Oh the things they say and do.....**So this morning my gate wasn't working. We have a gate that keeps the dog in the kitchen and the daycare kids out of it. I got a brand new one this year because I think all of us had suffered some sort of injury the past year climbing over the other one. Our family is obviously not made for running the hurdles. So I invested in a really nice one that has a swinging gate. I. Love. It. And it wasn't working this morning. I couldn't/didn't have time to fix it. So I mentioned to Nate (the only one left at home) that it wasn't working. Within two minutes Nate had it fixed for me without me even asking him to take a look at it. So I gave him a huge hug and was having a mom moment...ahh my son is growing up and maturing....what a wonderful moment. In the middle of the hug and compliments and I love you's Nate pipes up and says..."You're welcome. That will be a dollar mom (long pause while I look down and give him a raised eyebrow)....or love, lots of love)". Sigh.....I gave him 50 cents for making me laugh.<div><br></div><div>**we have been going through Genesis in our family Bible time. We are at the point where Jacob has left with his entire family and possessions and is about to see Esau again. Yesterday Joe read about how Jacob asked God for help and then sent everyone ahead of him to meet Esau. Then Joe asked the question...What did Jacob do that was good? There was silence for a time and then Ashley spoke up complete with jazz hands, "Well, he provided entertainment for the entire desert. It probably looked like a circus." </div><div><br></div><div>**yesterday was picture day for my older three. My girls were having a slight, ahem, discussion about shirts and whose were whose,etc. Somewhere in the discussion the subject of a white turtleneck came up. Nathan had been observing and listening and decides to join in....."I LOVE turtlenecks! They are super yummy!" He's says with that everlasting twinkle in his eye.</div><div><br></div><div>****with a family of six and then having six additional kids coming in and out of the house with my daycare, my kids have gotten used to me going through for or five names before I get to theirs when I am talking to them or simply being called a name that is not their own. I called Ashley "Amy" yesterday...just flat out, didn't even stumble over it. There is no one that goes in and out of my house everyday named Amy. I have a good friend named that, but know no children named that. I have no idea where it even came from and neither does anyone else. The whole room went silent as all the kids just looked at me and the look on Ashley's face said it all "Amy? Mom? really?!" It was like they were ok with all the other names, but I had definitely crossed a line.</div><div><br></div><div>And these pictures are a reminder to me that my girls really do love each...they were hanging out together yesterday afternoon. Sara even had Ashley look over her math for her. (They are basically in the same math class). Cannot even express how much I love these moments....</div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTw8ULPbUx74au5RJtu4mxUvoRhdwGUFqSjw0IeeB8VLFXdUtb-5SLu2hePy2Kpacmf4CCv8a1e5WN7BMn2NvsGvPQuGn061i9mvbFMiYxP232omL8mkN2PwKCbgOurTnFB65No2TdURg/s640/blogger-image-371597521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTw8ULPbUx74au5RJtu4mxUvoRhdwGUFqSjw0IeeB8VLFXdUtb-5SLu2hePy2Kpacmf4CCv8a1e5WN7BMn2NvsGvPQuGn061i9mvbFMiYxP232omL8mkN2PwKCbgOurTnFB65No2TdURg/s640/blogger-image-371597521.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4TDLk4VDOq-wZQkEdsMiWZzF0YrcbzpnV48-qSbN0DFlSJpfY1Jo7o4_Sgxw6tY-vmiW5qisbCRT4JWckTMSREpsnFR5N_n5mdrdgtLuKWfMe99KfOvYawoLzqovFqh1x5Cq7l-LBao/s640/blogger-image--1072739447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ4TDLk4VDOq-wZQkEdsMiWZzF0YrcbzpnV48-qSbN0DFlSJpfY1Jo7o4_Sgxw6tY-vmiW5qisbCRT4JWckTMSREpsnFR5N_n5mdrdgtLuKWfMe99KfOvYawoLzqovFqh1x5Cq7l-LBao/s640/blogger-image--1072739447.jpg"></a></div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871658442184510269.post-34020723364686426152014-09-14T19:53:00.001-05:002014-09-14T19:53:36.306-05:00A long weekend.....We had a long weekend. It started like this on Thursday evening...<div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj5ZjL50a0MJHXn_8ly4X9jwhNRtESCr_CZ5xtcoEaig3L5efQL3HLtnvpTuZeAUxfa32A1wqSGLoER8sWApQbK7JhmwyZ2Tcpm8iI6BfRM0-I1TdX-JrUvYvzYDpQvFabiHpEOACjYo/s640/blogger-image--1737114149.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj5ZjL50a0MJHXn_8ly4X9jwhNRtESCr_CZ5xtcoEaig3L5efQL3HLtnvpTuZeAUxfa32A1wqSGLoER8sWApQbK7JhmwyZ2Tcpm8iI6BfRM0-I1TdX-JrUvYvzYDpQvFabiHpEOACjYo/s640/blogger-image--1737114149.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Joe's grandmother passed away this past week and so we took off work and school early on Friday to head to the funeral. Soooo we had to work on catch up homework Thursday night since they were going to miss some classes.....chemistry. Do you know how long it has been since I have done chemistry? It has been a loooonnnngggg time, so Sara and I read the book together to figure it out. I was feeling very accomplished hat I figured it out. It was 8th grade science so I am not really sure what that feeling of accomplishment says about me. Maybe it doesn't take much for me to feel accomplished..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Friday around lunch we left for our native land. After a brief greeting of extended family, the kids and I went back to the hotel and they got some swim time in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nU0oZ1dOnj5ni1VGZgJJihaAFAOcAl1fqwchyphenhyphen4zJsluNuCL7ZHF4EVMYhrjLUWKMeuqZO59FXe-J5AxRNWYP5KDHAKT_asE0QGzDrXXHi_rp6M4riGK8ivErj8D3OGrFj6CFsX0nuzk/s640/blogger-image-1594921755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nU0oZ1dOnj5ni1VGZgJJihaAFAOcAl1fqwchyphenhyphen4zJsluNuCL7ZHF4EVMYhrjLUWKMeuqZO59FXe-J5AxRNWYP5KDHAKT_asE0QGzDrXXHi_rp6M4riGK8ivErj8D3OGrFj6CFsX0nuzk/s640/blogger-image-1594921755.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvBRGwS0VMq73isSzPnFgVZ55oKZp7cAhlL4WMtDc1qi-WUXoa1oKrWv9RvO4jPyRwTQkI27pLQkXA2Q0ffAtkOMAl6HJR7Bpjw4A5onv2WgoB7H-qM-upOo9f6eXz00X9nYtmTuWbbs/s640/blogger-image-1122821490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvBRGwS0VMq73isSzPnFgVZ55oKZp7cAhlL4WMtDc1qi-WUXoa1oKrWv9RvO4jPyRwTQkI27pLQkXA2Q0ffAtkOMAl6HJR7Bpjw4A5onv2WgoB7H-qM-upOo9f6eXz00X9nYtmTuWbbs/s640/blogger-image-1122821490.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Ashley and John really enjoyed the whirlpool....especially after I turned on the bubbles.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On Saturday we attend Joe's grandmother's funeral. This was really the first funeral our kids have ever been too and it was really a good one for it to be their first. Joe's grandmother was a strong believer and a woman whose life reflected her beliefs. Joe did the message for her funeral and did a phenomenol job of sharing the gospel message. His grandpa and grandma would be just as proud of him as all the family members who were there to hear him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were a couple of silver linings to a sad weekend. We got to visit with many extended family members on Joe's side. It was wonderful to catch up with aunts, uncles and cousins. The kids enjoyed meeting all of them and hearing stories of days' past. We also got to see Joe's sister and family for the first time in 2 1/2 years. They are here from China so my brother in law can get the medical care he needs. We were able to reconnect with our nieces, hug the necks of those we love dearly, and spend a short but quality amount of time with them all. It was so great to sit at the dinner table with all of Joe's siblings and his parents and all the kids....it had been too long. It is one of those weekends that completely drains you, but you return home with your soul feeling full and missing them already.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">....a special hello to all those relatives out there from across the country who we talked to this weekend and are now reading this. We love you and miss y'all already!</div>Horn herd momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11035469560564626038noreply@blogger.com0