Yes, we do the “Tooth Fairy” thing at our house. Because it’s fun. It’s fun to be the tooth fairy. It’s fun for my kids to wait for the tooth fairy. Every kid deserves a little something for letting their mom or dad yank a tooth out of their head. So, we do it. The kids put their tooth in a baggie or envelope and stick under the pillow. I put on my pink-trimmed wings with silver sparkles and flutter in, slide the baggie or envelope out, and put a dollar in its place. Okay, I don’t put on the wings, but I imagine myself that way as I tiptoe into their rooms. 
Some of the kids think I’m the tooth fairy. Lauren knows I’m the tooth fairy, and maybe Mitchell. But the younger ones aren’t quite sure. They listen to the older kids lay it all out for them, explaining how it’s done, but their young audience is hesitant to believe this information. They gaze back at them, with a smirk, and filled with distrust. “You mean, Mom is the tooth fairy? I don’t know…I’ve always imagined her blonder and thinner. And younger.” So, they dangle on the fence a bit, wavering one way some days and the other way on other days. Not knowing for sure if Mom has a secret identity.
A few nights ago, I crept in with my zebra-striped flashlight, slid out the baggie with Leslie’s treasure in it, put the dollar in its place, and sneaked back out.
But, as I stepped into the light, I saw what I was holding:
I think Leslie has permanently sided with the older ones on this.
And, I’ve been told that this note made the Tooth Fairy very happy. 😉
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Here are a few photos from this month that I have not shared. Just a few candid moments that make me thankful to be a homeschooling mom. 🙂 I hope you like them, too!
Mitch helped Terry put a new door knob on the girls’ room.

And, when Dad and Mitch started a project, Matt wanted to join in, too. So, he “fixed” the computer desk.

And he stopped to pose with “Lee-lee”.
And he posed for me, too. 

That night at supper, I caught him helping himself to the rice on the table! 

It was at the end of the meal, so, we just let him have it! 
At bedtime, he played “fighting” with Leslie, and, it didn’t go well. Luckily, Leslie “revived” him quickly.

I’d love to share more, but I gotta split. 
I know. Lame. Sorry. I just couldn’t resist.

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In 2004, we took a trip to northeastern Missouri to candidate at a church. We didn’t travel too often in those days, so this trip was a big deal. This seems like a lifetime ago!
Here are Lauren and Mitch at the hotel. Lauren left that stuffed dog at a restaurant on this trip, and was brokenhearted. Terry drove back – 20 minutes out of the way – to save “Shadow”, much to Lauren’s relief.  We still have him, but he doesn’t look as good now as he did then. He’s been loved.

A young Terry preaching. We were so excited! 

While we were in the area, we went on over to visit Terry’s grandparents.This is the only digital photo I have of Terry’s Paw-Paw. I wanted to capture this moment in time: three generations of Bashams walking along this gravel ally in Humboldt, Illinois.

Outside of Terry’s grandparents’ house.

A tired girl headed home. Shadow and his owner are safe and sound.

I love this photo of my almost-two-year-old sleeping.

We didn’t get voted in to that church in Missouri, but God knew best. It was a painful rejection, but we had a good time being together as a family. In fact, we do that wherever we are.
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It’s hard to believe that another week is almost over! We’ve been busy with school, and I’ve been back to my podiatrist about my torn tendon. The doctor has given me strong pain medication (which, thankfully, I don’t need right now) and has said I must continue to wear the “boot” at night. He said it will take another five to seven weeks for it to be “well”, and even after that I must be very careful. He has said I need to stay off of it as much as possible, so I try to rest it for a while after school each day. The kids and Terry have been so helpful during this time. I have also been fitted for special orthotic insoles for my shoes. I will get them in about three weeks. These should help correct other minor feet problems I’m having and prevent another tear to my injured tendon. I am so grateful for a husband who cares about my needs, even when they are rather costly. 
I have been experiencing the joys of being a woman, with many emotional ups and downs lately. I only have to look at the following pictures to feel better. I love the smiles of my children so very much. 
Lauren, with this week’s science experiment. She is growing a daffodil in a jar, seeing how it can thrive in an enclosed environment.

Leslie lost another tooth this week – the one on your right.
Matthew “read” to us while I was resting my foot. Notice, he’s using a book light. 🙂 
He’s expounding the text. Like father, like son.

You can see we were all enjoying it immensely!

This one is blurry, but I loved the girls’ expressions, especially Lauren’s,  as they watched their baby brother. It’s a blessing to see proof that my children love each other. Oh yes, we have our share of bickering, but love abounds above all.
And I just love to see them smile! 

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In 2004, my husband and I realized that we might not be living in Kansas as long as we had originally thought. I’ve mentioned many times that we love history, and seeing that our future in Kansas would be limited, we decided to take a trip to visit President Eisenhower’s birthplace and library. I remember it was a financial sacrifice to travel from Topeka to Abilene, Kansas, but I’m glad we did it. I only have a few pictures from that day – and I was so sure I’d taken more!
In front of his birthplace, where he and his five brothers were raised.
A full view of the house. We couldn’t snap photos inside. One story that really captured my imagination, was about when young Dwight was a boy. He had injured his leg and it looked very bad. The doctor had said he would have to amputate it if it didn’t improve. Dwight asked his brother (Edgar, I think) not to let them cut his leg off. He’d rather die. Edgar lay across the threshold of Dwight’s bedroom, so that doctor couldn’t get in without Dwight’s knowledge and start doing surgery! The leg healed and, we already know the rest of the story. I couldn’t help but wonder how history would have changed if Dwight D. Eisenhower had lost his leg as a child!

Lauren, gazing up at the sign in front of his library.

Me and my Lauren.

Lauren with his statue.

Me and the Statue. I remember it was a windy day!

Wow, look how tiny Mitch is! 

This is inside a chapel at his home. He and Mamie are buried there.
Visiting Eisenhower’s home sparked my interest in this man. His museum is amazing – so much information about WWII and D-Day. After we got home, I read part of a bio of him written by Stephen E. Ambrose. These photos make me want to read it again! He was not a perfect leader, but God allowed him to do great things for America and Israel. I admire him.

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For I am the Lord, I change not… Malachi 3:6

It’s almost time for another seasonal shift. The winds blow warm and then cold, rain storms appear out of nowhere and the temperature vacillates. Soon, the weather will be hot and humid. In my part of the world, summer’s relentless heat is discouraging, and I dread its arrival.

In my life, too, the winds of change are blowing. My children are growing older and more dependent. I am happy about this, and I am sad about this. I am happy that their training is taking root; that we are seeing fruit for our labors. Yet, I am sad, too. Sad that things must change. I am getting older, my foot injury is proving that! I’m not healing as quickly as I once did! I spotted a few more gray hairs, and I uttered the words “our grandchildren” when discussing my future with my husband. What? Our what? No way. Okay, thankfully, that’s not going to be anytime soon, but, that’s my future – becoming a grandmother! (ME?)

I sat letting these thoughts wash over me, wishing for all I’m worth that time would just stand still. No more change! I mean, I like variety in food, and yes, even in the weather, but not in my life. I like it when my life stays the same. As I pondered this, the Lord whispered to my heart, “Everything changes on Earth, but not in Heaven.” That’s right! God never changes. He can say today, “I will be this way forever.” and mean it! I used to say stuff like, “Mom will be in the store forever.” But, I was lying. I knew she wouldn’t be in the store forever – just a really, really, really long time. When God says “forever”, He means it.

I’m so glad that nothing changes with God. I’m so thankful that my future is with Him, the never-changing one, in Heaven. And I hope He will return today, don’t you?
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We just survived a pretty rough rainstorm here. We had a bit of hail and some very strong winds! I am not too crazy about storms. I don’t like the “spiritual” storms of life any more than I do actual storms. 
I’ve spent the day re-organizing my blog. In the process, I’ve skimmed over some of my past posts. I realized two things about myself by doing this: 
#1. I tend to be dramatic.
#2. I have survived some storms.
I am in a storm right now concerning my foot. I have been limited in my activity and I haaaate that! Through this “storm”, I’m learning to slow down, relax and enjoy the life God has given me. If I don’t get started on math with Leslie by 9 AM, it’s okay. I can start at 9:06, or 9:27 or even (gasp!) 9:59! If I don’t get everything on my “to-do list” checked off, it’s okay. Most of it never gets “done” anyway, it just gets “maintained”, like laundry. I do it, but it must be done again and again. Forever and ever. Amen. It’s okay to fall behind on laundry. This is the lesson my foot is teaching me. And, when this storm passes, I will be a more relaxed person. 
I hope.
I also got some really...really terrible new last Thursday, Valentine’s Day. A friend of ours, a missionary to Lithuania who has been to our church a few times, lost his wife. She was shot and killed in her home in Illinois. I never had the privilege of meeting her, but I knew her husband and her daughter, Julia. I heard what a wonderful woman she was. I just can’t believe she has died so young and in this way. I understand we all must die, but murdered? It was just so awful! I admit that I don’t understand God’s ways, but I trust Him
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. ~ Isaiah 55:8-9

Here are some photos I snapped after the clouds had cleared a while ago: 

After the storm, things look so much better, don’t they? The sun seems to shine brighter, the Earth appears to sparkle, and the air feels cleaner! We look back and say “That was such a terrible storm, but by God’s grace, we made it!” I am looking forward to the day when we are in Heaven, and all the storms will forever be over.
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I’m so glad I don’t need feet to write. But, I do need them for other things, and when you hurt something on your body, you sure do appreciate that part so much more! I tore a tendon in my right foot doing my workouts. Thankfully, surgery is not necessary. However, I will be on strong steroids for a week, icing my foot and wearing a boot at night and when at rest which keeps my foot at a 90 degree angle. I also have a ganglion cyst on that same foot, which is painless. The doctor is going to try to treat that with medication also, but it may not work. The only other option for that is surgery, which I only need if I am in pain. So far, the cyst doesn’t hurt, so I will forego that surgery.

Please pray that it will be well soon. In the meantime, this is how I look:

The kids and my sweetie are being so kind and helpful so I can get back to normal soon! I do appreciate your prayers. Maybe I’ll have more time to write now that I’m laid up? Yeah. Probably not. Thanks for reading!

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I was born and raised in Arkansas. I am very aware that I have a southern accent. I’m also aware that I’m a rebel, but not because of the Civil War – I’m glad the Union won – I’m just a maverick kind of girl. I was a child when Bill Clinton was governor of Arkansas. My mom was a public school teacher and principal in Arkansas for her entire career. Governor Clinton accepted an invitation to visit her school one day, along with his entourage. Instead of eating with the teachers at the special table they had decorated in his honor, he ate with the kids and posed for local newspaper photographers! After all, why eat with the voters and tax payers?

I remember when he lost his second run at the governor’s mansion, he got up and tried again. Only the second time, he told his wife (maybe he begged or bargained with her) to please take his last name. She did. He won. The rest is history. I remember when he became President, the city of Hope and the city of Hot Springs got in a battle over who could “claim” the state’s favorite son. He was born in Hope, but only lived there four years. He grew up in Hot Springs. Finally, an agreement was made: Hope would be his “Birthplace” and Hot Springs would be his “Boyhood Home”. I, too, am from Hot Springs. I remember driving into town right after the erected the big, brown sign declaring that the Spa City was the “Boyhood Home of President William Jefferson Clinton”. A few days later, the sign was riddled with bullet holes and paint gun splotches. Pride in our favorite son, I guess? Needless to say, the sign was replaced more than once. In  case I haven’t been clear, I’m not a supporter of Bill Clinton. However, I do have a great deal of respect for the office of the President of the United States. I’m thankful for the peaceful change of power at each inauguration. I’m thankful that God has given us a leader, but I know that God is ultimately in control.

My husband and I have a deep love of history. He’s been to D.C. five times and I’ve been once. Someday, we hope to go together! We have visited four other presidential homes: Eisenhower (Abilene, Kansas); LBJ (Austin, TX & Johnson City, TX); Jefferson’s Monticello (Charlottesville, VA) and Truman (Independence, MO). Today, we added one more! Bill Clinton’s birthplace, Hope, AR.

I was very impressed with how kind the National Park Rangers were to us! They thanked us more than once for “taking the time to come by” – southern hospitality at its best. They were not at all worried or bothered about having children there. In fact, they gave each of the older ones a little booklet to work on, with questions about the home. They gave them a “Junior Ranger” badge, a certificate and “swore them in” as junior rangers. I had forgotten the Bill Clinton was actually born William Jefferson Blythe, III – his father was killed in a car accident three months before his birth. He was later adopted by his stepfather, Roger Clinton. It was interesting to see how humble a future President began his life. It thrills me to know that a guy from Hope – and Hot Springs – Arkansas, could achieve such heights! He was blessed by God with a great mind and he was a very hard worker.

Laci is trying to match the picture on the brochure to the one in front of her in the Visitor’s Center.

After interviewing a Park Ranger, they got sworn in as Junior Rangers! 
They promised to be kind and help others. 

The badge!

Laci and Leslie loved the badges, the older kids did too, but didn’t show it as much. 😉

The living room in the home of Bill Clinton’s grandparents, Virginia Cassidy Clinton Kelley’s parents. They cared for him for the first year of his life, while his newly widowed mother studied to be a nurse anesthetist in New Orleans.

Lauren liked the old radio!

I liked this old phone. 

This is Virginia’s room, where she lived as young girl and where she lived when Bill was born. Her parents wanted her to have the largest room so she could have her friends over after school. 

This picture is of the President in Kindergarten. He is on the far left and beside him is Mack McLarty, in front of him is Vincent Foster. Talk about life-long friends!

Virginia Kelley personally chose the replica items for the home. Here are a few replicas of Bill’s toys.

His grandmother taught him numbers by clipping Rook game cards to the curtains! (Good idea!)
A calender from 1948 – Bill Blythe’s birthday is listed on August 19 – he’s the last name on that date.

The dining room. I just loved the large window to the right! It overlooks the yard, where young “Billy Blythe” used to play.

Is the bedspread adorable or what?!
The view from young Bill’s upstairs window. That bridge is for trains. 

This was just for fun – taken in his grandparents’ bedroom. 🙂 
A letter from Bill to his grandmother, while he was away at college. In it, he says he could never get used to living in a large place like New York City. I guess he got used to it! 🙂 
Laci and Matthew in front of the replica play yard at the Clinton birthplace.

He finally smiled! 

Our tour guide snapped this for us. He was impressed that I was from Hot Springs! (Yep, it’s a small town, folks!)

Matt wouldn’t smile now! 

We were trying to get a family photo, but a train went by right beside us and wow! It was LOUD! Matt covered his ears quickly!

It was a fun day for our family! We have driven past this home hundreds – if not thousands – of times, but never stopped. The admission was free and as you can see, they allowed me to take pictures wherever I wanted! (Most historical sites prohibit this.) Thanks for taking the tour with us, and if you’re ever in Hope, stop by and take the free tour – and look me up!
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In 2003, my husband and I were living in Topeka, Kansas. It’s a long story. We’d gone there to work for a a pastor who was in ill health. Terry was going to take over the church for him after a few months. Well, six months into our time there, we learned that the man was healed. No job for us at that church. Terry found a decent job at a factory and we moved to another church nearby and waited on God to direct our path. It was a long, difficult three years while we waited.

We had dial-up internet access, but knew nothing of social networking. Email was the “thing” then. I was writing…I guess I’ve always been writing… but on paper, not a screen! I knew nothing of blogging. My husband’s grandmother, Nita Saylor, had just retired from her job at the Delta faucet factory. Her going-away gift was a digital camera! She had no desire for it, so she gave it to us. I still remember the day it arrived in the mail. I eagerly opened the box and took out the parts, read the manual and stood in awe at how I could view the photos instantly. I had a good time with that camera. We used it until we upgraded some five years later. I have shuffled these photos around from hard drive to hard drive and now, I am placing them here for safe keeping.

When I looked at these photos, I got a lump in my throat and that butterfly feeling in my stomach. Could this little girl be my Lauren? Can this baby boy actually be my Mitchell? Mitchell helps his dad do yard work and vehicle maintenance now. Lauren just made a fresh batch of no-bake cookies. I feel sadness mixed with joy. I’m so happy we made fun memories way back then, when she was four and Mitchell was one. I am glad they are growing up into fine young people. I’m glad I’ve gotten to be with them on every step of their journey. But…I’m a little sad, too. Sad that these few grainy photos are all I have left of those days. Oh, and the journals I wrote. I still have those. But these days are gone forever and ever. I’ve decided not to think about the sad part; just to think about the happiness part. Because despite the fact that the people in these photos were wretchedly poor – it was that year, 2003, that our total income was a whopping $13,000 – we were happy. We shared love and laughter. We saw God work miracles and provide needs for us that were above and beyond what we could ask or think. While we suffered, we grew. And while we grew, we smiled. We smiled because we loved each other, because we were saved and, because no matter what, our God would never leave us or forsake us.

Mitch wearing silly glasses on a dive to Nebraska, just for fun.
My first visit to Nebraska!

A view from the car. 

Terry with Lauren, age 4.

Daddy and his girl. 

Getting her things gathered up to go to church. 
Peekaboo, Mitch!

Not sure what Lauren is doing here, but she sure is a doll. 

Mitch in his room playing, age 1.

Our first big snowfall! It was around 9 inches when it was all said and done. A neighbor kindly used a snow blower on our driveway, or we would have been stranded.

I loved the street we lived on in Topeka. It was just so pretty.

Lauren loaning me a cup of sugar…I mean snow!

My sweet girl.

Lovely snow!

Yes, I liked the snow. I miss it.
I had so much fun! I think Lauren did, too. Mitch didn’t have any boots, but he didn’t complain about being stuck inside. 😉

Knee deep!

My, my. This seems like yesterday!

Her first snowman! He’s wearing an Amarr Garage Door hat, where Terry worked for almost three years.

Taking a walk on snowy evening.

Mitch was unaware at breakfast that a Cheerio was on his head! I hope he won’t kill me someday for sharing this, but it was just too cute!

*sigh* I miss this baby. 

Lauren fixed her own hair! 

Play time with Daddy! 

Thank you for walking down memory lane with me. I still have that bittersweet feeling as I share these photos. Part of me remembers all my faults and failures, the other part of me says, “Nobody’s perfect”. Part of me is joyful that I made these memories, the other part of me desperately wants to go back in time somehow and squeeze these little ones one more time, savor the moments a bit longer and correct my mistakes. But no one has that luxury. No one. So I will just say to my Savior, thank you. Thank you, Lord, for letting me live and experience these happenings. Thank you for letting my children live and grow and become what they are today. For while I do treasure the memories of the past, I know that today is all I really have. Today. I want it to count for Him.

Until next time,
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