Kenton

Kenton preached recently at Cherry Glade.  If you are interested in what he had to say, you can find it here.

http://cherryglade.org/Cherry_Glade_Mennonite_Church/Sermons/Entries/2014/1/12_01_12_14.html

What's Up

 Megan made a tea party for the little girls.

 

 

Kaitlyn and Emily had a wonderful time.

 

 

Naturally we always drink out of teapots and put two spoons in our mouths.

 

 

Monopoly continues to be popular with several family members.  Ugh.

 

 

Snow.  Lots of it.  The kids wish they had snow days like the public school kids.  They may change their minds in the spring. 

 

 

Emily reading "No, No, Bun-Bun."

 

 

Domingo is heading back to Guatemala tomorrow.

We will miss him.  We are very happy for his family.

 

Success

 

No, my 3-year-old isn't potty trained.

 

 

BUT

 

 

my 8-year-old has Aaron Copland's

 

Fanfare to the Common Man on his mp3 player.

 

 

Woohoo!

 

 

I must be doing something right now and then.

 

 

 

 



The Brothers

 When I was a little girl, mom would talk about "the brothers" getting together. 

She meant the Mr. Potato Heads in her dad's family.  (Sorry, mom!)

Ten boys and one sister smack dab in the middle. 

What a bummer, eh?

 

 

Their parents emigrated from Sweden and there are some totally winner names in this bunch.  I'd really love to give you a list because they are truly awful...but there are some uncles that were pretty special. 

 

My grandpa Haley is in the gray suit.

 

The story I like best about my Grandpa is that he quit college and his plan of getting an engineering degree to help put his younger brother through college to get his engineering degree. 

 

John "Haley" Peterson

 

Haley went on to have two daughters and five sons of his own.

 

Those five sons were "the uncles" and at times a total pain in the neck.  You didn't want to answer the phone at grandma's during the holidays because someone was always asking for "Pete" which meant running through several Peterson boys to figure out which one they wanted.  My Uncle David is only eight years older than I.  You can imagine how they enjoyed tormenting their niece.  I still hold a grudge for being dragged into the lake by the legs and told to "hold my breath"  as I drank half the lake.  Of course, I probably got more than my fair share of spoiling as the oldest grandchild and only granddaughter for quite a few years.  I remember some trips to the candy store, lots of "car" rides,  a wonderful water fight when mom got dropped into the pool by Uncle Craig...so I guess it's time to drop the grudge.

 

Now that the "original" brothers are gone...and maybe because I'm older, mom now refers to these guys as "the brothers."

Doug, Dennis, mom, Paul, and David (missing Aunt Pat and Uncle Craig)

 

So why bore you with the family genealogy lesson? 

 

It's on my mind

and

Dennis had an accident in the woodshop today.

He broke four fingers on the left hand, lost the tips of all of them, and took off past the first knuckle on the index finger.  He is right handed, praise God!

It's going to be a rough 48 hours.  Please pray for him.

 

Turning in My Mom Badge

 

My three-year-old still isn't potty trained.  I offered my 10-year-old $10 to help me with the job.  It worked great.  For exactly twenty-four hours.   

 

 

I just broke up a quarrel between three children.   Two wanted to come downstairs.  One demanded the password.  The other two decided to rush the gate.  One got hit "accidently" as she broke through  and #2 got hit because she was looking at him "strangely".   I offered them some chores until they could get along in peace.  From the sounds I'm hearing from the other room it sounds like my house will soon be immaculate. 

 

 

Domingo is heading back to Guatemala at the end of the month.  He has been a terrific employee.  We will miss him but are very glad that he will be rejoining his family.

 

 

I forgot to get someone to teach Hebrews 12 tomorrow.  By default I guess I'm elected. 

 

 

I wish that mom lived nearby.  I'd drop off five kids and pick them up next week  tomorrow.   It's a bit discouraging that children want to eat three meals every day.  And snacks. 

 

 

Donna Reed would have this all figured out in 30 minutes.  I think she does it better.