Now He Is Six


Matt petting a baby kangaroo at the library.

Today, my youngest child turns six years old! He has brought joy to all of us.

His sixth birthday reminded me of this poem:

Now We Are Six – A.A. Milne

When I was one,
I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six
Now and forever.

Even though I am a bit sad to see his baby days fading fast into the rear view mirror of life, I am also glad to see him grow. I enjoy hearing him talk, which is something I’m still waiting for someone to say about me. (haha)

Some things he has said:

“Is it illegal for kids to get a tattoo?” He asked me.
“Yes. But even if you could get one, they never come off! So I don’t think it’s a wise idea to get a tattoo.”, I said.
“You mean they use Sharpie?”

Yesterday at the library, he observed a tiny girl wearing a backpack that had a leash. Her grandmother was holding the leash. “That’s just cold.” He said. “She should be holding her hand.”

At lunch the other day, the girls were asking me if Matthew would get regular chores when he turned six. Matthew piped up and said, “Seriously, I need to start doing some work around here!” Of course, we all chuckled at his honesty.

He is known for saying, “On it!” when asked to do a job. He often says, “How’s my best mom?” when he sees me in the morning.

Yes, I do miss being able to rock him on my shoulder, but I also love feeling his arms around me.

Happy birthday to our sweet Matthew Ron!

With love,


Matt Gets His Own Cup

Here’s an old video I found and recently uploaded to YouTube for our friends and family. I “caught” Matthew getting his own cup from the cabinet in a way that would not require his climbing on anything. I thought it was pretty creative. It was taken on May 19, 2015, when he was just four years old. I hope you enjoy it.


Matthew Turns Five

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Matthew, while playing. (And, no, he doesn’t care that it’s summer.) 🙂

Today, our sweet Matthew Ron is turning five years old! In honor of his big day, I thought I’d share a few things about our youngest child.

M anly – He’s all boy! He loves to pretend to fight with swords, guns or even fists. Sometimes, he gets a little too rough. He likes hanging out with his dad, sweating and getting dirty.

A nimated –  Most of the time, we can tell what he’s thinking by his facial expression. He’s not good at hiding his emotions.

T ruthful  – Like most five-year-olds, if you ask Matt his opinion, he’ll give it to you, good or bad!

T ender-hearted – Matthew is rough and tough, but he also loves to cuddle up with me and read a book or tell me one of his stories at bedtime. We recently read the book, The Giving Tree. It’s a very touching story, but I thought the theme would be over Matt’s head. I was wrong! He got tears in his eyes over that book. I’m glad he is already feeling compassion, even if it’s just over a fictional tree.

H andsome – Of course, I *am* his mother. 😉

E nergetic – He’s a bundle of exciting, unending ideas and activities. He is keeping me young.

W illing – Matthew is happy to help you with any job, any time. A few months ago, I asked him to go put something away for me. His reply was, “I’m on it, cutie pie!” Just last night I asked him to put away some dishes for me. He said, “Okay, beautiful Mom!” I know he’ll grow out of using the terms of endearment, so I’m soaking it up while I can.

I am so grateful for my Matthew Ron. I was delighted to have another boy so I could name him after my dad, Ron Courtney. I pray that Matthew, and each of our children, come to know the Savior that their Papa knows face to face.

Happy birthday, Matthew!

With love,


A Boy and His Dog

After our Bible Conference ended, we were able to enjoy some pleasant weather. I’ve learned during my brief time here, that Oklahoma weather, is unpredictable. Last winter, we had severely cold temperatures that lasted for weeks. We also had several snow days. This year, it’s been more temperate. We actually have had some days reach the seventies! In February! The kids wasted no time in getting outside to enjoy the sunshine.

One day, I noticed that Matt was playing with our dog, Libby. Libby has been in our family since Lauren was two years old. Terry rescued her when someone abandoned her at his workplace. The vet said she was a mix breed and that she was about two years old when we got her. That means Libby is about the same age as Lauren – 15! That’s old in dog-years. I’m not a “pet person”, (I’ve always been a city girl) but Libby was a very good watchdog in her younger years, and she’s been a great playmate for our children. She has also helped the kids learn responsibility since it is their job care for her.

Here are some adorable photos of Matthew (says the completely unbiased mother – wink, wink) and our dog. Oh, and please forgive Matt’s outfit. The coat is too small, or the shirt is too big, I’m not sure which. He dressed himself that day. I do get points for letting him become independent, right? Hello? Anybody there?

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I just *love* my children.

And the dog.

But I love them more. 🙂


Photos of Matthew

Matthew turned four two weeks ago and due to the busy-ness of life then, I didn’t get to share these photos. I wanted to share them now. He is such a joy to our lives!


Matthew before church three weeks ago.


At the spray park on Ft. Sill.


Terry snapped this one after church one Sunday afternoon. Afternoon services are hard on a little guy. 😉


He liked his new puzzle from Lauri Toys. (It’s really for pre-school, but don’t tell him.) 🙂


 Laci loves her little brother.


He got this toy disk gun from a kids’ meal. He fell asleep one afternoon holding it.


Here are a few photos from his birthday party. We had planned a big celebration thinking that Terry’s brother, Joel, and his family, as well as my mom would be with us. Well, the Lord had other plans! The day before the party, Joel called to say that they couldn’t come. Then, my mother’s flight from Dallas to Lawton was cancelled and she had to wait five hours to *maybe* catch the next flight that night. I know the Lord heard our prayers because she did get that last flight (she was ninth on the standby list!). She arrived at 11:30 that night. We had to go ahead and have our party without her, but we were so excited when she finally arrived!




Matthew got a Jake and the Neverland Pirates cake! (And birthday ribbon!)




Matthew got blocks, puzzles and skates for his birthday, but the skates were too small. We headed back to Target and returned them. He used the money to buy a sword a shield since there were no skates in his size.


He received cards and cash from so many friends and loved ones. He spent some of it on another sword.

Apparently, you can’t have too many swords.


*Everyone* enjoyed helping him build and play with his puzzles.

Matthew loves to play with swords and guns (shocker). He enjoys watching Woody Woodpecker and Power Rangers (he wants to be the black power ranger, in case you were curious). He likes playdough, coloring with markers (the entire picture must be the same color), helping fold laundry, buying groceries, building with blocks or just about anything I’m doing at the moment. He likes playing with his brother’s 3DS, mostly Mario Brothers.  He will burst out with, “I love you, Mom!” for no reason at all. When I ask him to do something, he often salutes and/or says, “On it.”

He was named after my dad and I hope Dad would be happy to be with him if he could be. I sure am thankful that I get to spend my days with Matthew Ron.


Matthew is Four

He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the Lord. ~ Psalm 113:9


My darling little boy is growing up into an adorable little pre-schooler. Since my oldest daughter is almost 15, I know first hand how quickly the time seems to pass. However, I am working everyday at savoring the moments God gives me with my family. This summer I fully intended to become “super blogger” and write blog posts galore. But, God had other plans for my summer days. I have not written as faithfully as I had hoped, but I’ve spent a lot of time reading, walking with my husband, driving my children to various activities and more! In short, I haven’t written about life because I’ve been too busy living it.

I did want to take a moment here to wish my youngest a happy birthday. He came to me this morning with his hair sticking up, squinting his eyes and put his arms around my neck. He exclaimed, “I love you, Mom!” I said, “I love you!” He said, “I love you MORE!” This is how he greets me most mornings. It’s hard to have a frown after that kind of start to the day. He says the cutest things and makes astute observations for a little guy. Sometimes, the things he says actually convict me, because he’s repeating something he heard from me (ouch). Sometimes, he makes me shake my head in amazement. Sometimes, I just laugh. I can always count on him for an interesting conversation, no matter what.

Matthew came into my life when things were not going well. Our church family wanted to disown us, our finances were not great, and Laci had a seizure. But on July 14, 2010, none of that heartache mattered. God sent me a priceless gift: a blond-headed little boy. He was a comfort to me on lonely nights when tears flowed freely. I could rock him, smelling the baby lotion on his skin, and feel blessed in the midst of so much turmoil.

I just want to thank the Lord for sending us Matthew. Each of our children brings something unique and wonderful to our lives, but Matthew was God’s special gift to lonely Pastor’s wife. My heart overflows.

With love,


My Boy Who’s Three

I’m sitting in the living room next to Matthew on this lovely spring evening and thinking…probably too much! (Didn’t know that was possible with me didja? 😉 )Anyway, I thought I’d put my few meandering thoughts here. It’s supposed to be written in stanzas of two lines (couplet), but my blog doesn’t want to recognize the spaces. I apologize if it’s hard to read. And thanks for reading this at all.  I hope you all have a wonderful week!



I have a little boy who’s three.

He is indeed a joy to me.

His little pj’s with the feet,

His tiny voice that’s oh-so-sweet.

At dawn’s first light he comes to me

And asks to sit upon my knee.

We  sit and rock in the big brown chair

I smile and smooth his cute bed hair.

He likes to sit and hear a book

And help me stir when I cook.

He loves to snuggle when it’s cold

He says he’ll love me when I’m old.

I love my little boy of three.

I guess he’ll be the last, you see.

Someday, as the years pass by

I’ll think of this and I’ll sigh.

I’ll wish I could bring back to me

My little boy who’s only three.

But I’ll just sit and rock a while,

And count my blessings with a smile.