First, I have to apologize. This post is probably going to bore you to tears. But flower boxes were a big part of my trip to Italy. Yes, I said “flower boxes.” Weird, I know. Like anytime I fell behind the group people looked back, there I was…taking a picture of more window boxes. I became obsessed with window boxes. Everywhere you looked people had such pretty flowers in their windows and I took lots and lots (and lots) of…
I’m about to give you a tip. A very, very important tip. A tip I wish I had paid attention to before embarking on a three flight trans-Atlantic journey. Pack a spare pair of clothes in your carry on luggage. Seriously. Because otherwise you may end up with the same fate as five out of the six of us who unintentionally joined what from here to fore will be called…”The Sky Team”. It’s not the kind of team for which…
But that is exactly how long we had to see it. Fortunately Tommy and Cindy had spent several days there 2 years ago and so Tommy expertly guided us to all the hot spots.Not that I’m calling the Vatican a hot spot.But speaking of the Vatican, Cindy wasn’t allowed in. They told her that her dress was too short. Which it wasn’t…but I’m not Catholic so maybe I’m wrong. There were definitely people in there with shorter dresses.You have no…
It was amazing. This was our room. This is where I wanted to spend the next month. Or the whole summer. This was where Bill wanted to spend the next..well, forever. There was a 3 hole golf course they enjoyed as much as I enjoyed the pool. Unless he decided to ride bikes. But he’d come cool off in the pool afterwards.(He looks good, doesn’t he?) And I loved when he came to the pool.Please note: I have a very…
We are back.Exhausted, but home. Within 24 hours of coming home, we had unpacked (well Bill did anyway), driven 8 hours round trip to pick up the kids (I did that which is one reason I haven’t unpacked), made it to the final swim meet – with 22 minutes to spare, and tried to recover from jet lag. We were so glad to see the kids swim in the last meet…even if we could barely keep our eyes open.And this…
I have no idea what is going on with the Baergs. First I change the color of my hair, and now this….Jacob’s new summer cut! I LOVE it. The fashion conscious teenager that lives in my house is probably gonna hate it, but that can’t be helped. In the immortal words that every parent has spoken…”when you grow up and have kids of your own”… you can cut your sons hair however you want. Jacob loves it too.Thinks it’s gonna…
I have a new do. Hair do that is. I went from blonde to brunette. Lots of reasons…for starters, my very fashion conscious teenage daughter wanted me to do it. Then when I went to a new stylist she almost demanded I do it. Those two are kind of pushy. The funniest thing was when I came home and the a fore mentioned teenage daughter’s mouth dropped open I said…”Well, you told me to do it.” Her answer? “Well, I…
I have JOY when I go to the grocery store now. Total JOY. Because I can now buy food for my family and not have to worry about where I am going to put it. Have I mentioned that I love having two refrigerators? Because I do. It’s like a whole new world. That and the large capacity washer and I’m so happy I could almost cry. But back to my recipe. Sunday night. I had defrosted some tilapia (because…
Because he was just too excited not to… Today was Jacob’s very first swim meet. He has gone to swim meets and swim practices every summer of his life, watching his sisters swim for hours upon hours. But tonight was his turn. The big debut. And in his first race…a freestyle medley with three other 5 and 6 year old little boys, his team came in first place. Just because it was a first place in the last heat of…
I was asked to speak in church this past weekend. Three minutes they told me. Three minutes to give what was called a “Christ Follower” testimony. I think Christ Follower is the trendier version of saying Christian. They asked me to do it right around the time I said on the blog that we should be prepared with a testimony. So I kind of had to do it. Really though, I was glad to speak, but the 3 minute limit…that…