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Archive for June, 2008

Out of the Mouths of Babes…What the Teens taught the Todd

It seems that the todd is beginning to sound like the teens.

Courtney got her driver’s permit yesterday.  YEHHH!  We were discussing her opportunity to drive before we left the house.  Sophie said, “Drivin’!  MY turn!” 

Thank you, Courtney for THAT phrase.

She did pick up on my daily top ten when Courtney was driving, though.  “Drive slow!  Drive slow!  Dood (good) job!,” she said.

At Courtney’s volleyball game the other day, Sophie got up from the bottom bleacher and said, “I be right back.”


She looks over her 21 month old shoulder and says, “I BE right back.”

“Uh, no ma’am.  You’re not going anywhere.  Get back over here!” I scolded demanded.

She folded her arms and poked out her lip.

Should Spanish ever overtake English as our national language, Sophie may be able to survive.  Cammie has successfully taught her to say, “Ola amigos!”  Well, Dora did help some.  And now she says it randomly.

And one of my fav-o-rites:  Joe has been teaching Sophie how to call Dexter, our Golden Retriever, over to our bed when she is lounging with us in the evenings.  He snaps his fingers and says, “Come here, Dexter.  Up!”

Today at Courtney’s last volleyball game until school starts (yippeee…I mean, awww), Sophie said, “Cammie?  Come here.  Up!”  And she tried snapping her fingers up in the air. 

Great trick, huh?

Now if that will just work when I call the teens…

{On another random note, my bloggy siggy has gone awol!  And apparently so has the site.  This has caused me much stress.  Although this does not put an end to the world of blogging, I would love to know if anyone knows where else to go when one loses a bloggy siggy??  Yea, I know.  Deep stuff.}


The Daily Mercies- Our Jamie Elizabeth

 *added note at bottom


Our baby sister, Jamie Elizabeth,— who is very special to us— is going through a very rough time right now.  It seems kind of wierd for me to be able to say “baby sister”, as I am the youngest and she is also my niece.  How’s that for a double portion?  My parents raised her and as far as we’re concerned, there’s no question who she is. 

Jamie, on the other hand, has always struggled with her identity never really trusting or truly finding her way.  Today I hope my blog to be a reminder of His mercy and grace as I outline Whose she is.

  • She is consecrated to God as His beautiful daughter by his oath and blood. 
  • She is her daddy’s humor and folklore carrying his song with pride. 
  • She is faithful and sympathetic with her mother’s heart so deep.
  • She is sister to four and friend to all.  
  • She is warrior bride fighting any foe with the strength of a lion.
  • She is Little Mamma of two beautiful children who love her dearly and call her mom. 
  • She is Jamie-Jean, Sunshine, Hercules, The Boogan, The Very First Granddaughter, Baldy Baby, Million Dollar Baby… and yes, Gertrude



It was 25 years ago this past March 9 that our sister, Katie, had a baby girl she named Jamie Elizabeth.  Katie was not quite 17 years old.

We did not know Katie was pregnant until late in her pregnancy.  To be honest, she was eight months pregnant.  EIGHT months.  Though it may not have been the best decision to wait that long to tell our parents, given the circumstances of that time, it’s understandable why she did not want to confess such a weight.  Suffice it to say that our father had a particularly difficult surgery that year.

I wonder if Katie ever realized the amount of joy that entered our lives with the birth of Jamie.  The immense responsibility was undeniable; however, bleak circumstances were somewhat overshadowed by the precious gift of life.  I took to this child immediately.  Her bald head that seemed to stay with her into her toddler years, huge smile, her laugh, each word that she learned (and oh there were many for this very smart child) filled our souls.  Her bossiness challenged us and her curiosity astounded us.  She was dubbed by our long-time family pediatrician “The Million Dollar Baby”.  She was not only a healthy child, she was intelligent, intriguing and as inquisitive as they come.   



Jamie, A.K.A. “Baldy Baby” (These were scanned back in my rookie computer days.)

Throughout the past 25 years, Jamie has been surrounded with a large family of people who love her.  As families go, we have had our share of problems.  Yet, despite difficult times, conflicts, and seemingly impossible situations, we share an immense love and family ties that can only come from The Solid Rock, Jesus Christ.

Currently, our Jamie needs our prayers.  Though we are vague concerning the circumstances, we are quite clear about the answer.  Jesus Christ.  Emotions sway back and forth.  Sight is not always pleasant.  However, it is by faith that we walk. 

It is because of our love for Jamie- …faith which worketh by LOVE. Galatians 5:6 -that we stand in the gap on her behalf.  It is because of our love for her that we share these words.  And it is because of our faith that we KNOW our God is able.  He is able to doexceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in US.  Ephesians 3:20  Our situations, no matter how heartbreaking or unbearable, are but an opportunity for the Most High God to perform His Will and His Word.

Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit, saith the Lord of hosts. Zechariah 4:6

…Stay tuned for future posts for testimonies of God’s Amazing Grace as He works in the life of our precious Jamie…

*I meant to add a note about hearing from Jamie’s daughter last night.  She is eight years old.  She was sad and wanted to talk about her mom.  She broke my heart.  It was a little like deja vu as she reminded me SOOO much of Jamie.  She and her brother are two more reasons why we covet your prayers.  Thank you all so much for your genuine compassion.  It means more to us than we could possibly say.  Much gratitude!


It’s Not About Words

My sister, Ginger, wrote a beautiful post today about both of our blogs and our intentions and hope for upcoming posts.

You can find it at here’s my cup Lord.

Be blessed….



Throw caution to the wind or kiss the Kiss goodbye?

Yesterday evening Cammie asked me if I wanted some of her Cookies ‘n’ Cr`eme Hershey’s Kisses.

I’m hypoglycemic and I’m not “supposed” to have sugar.  Well, limited.  I’ve had a little too much sugar lately (I’m on a cycle I’m having trouble breaking…hellllp me, someone!).  And we all know right where that goes…to your stomach. 

So, I told her, “No.  I’m trying to get rid of my swollen belly.”

Her reply:  “I think I’m gonna’ keep mine for a while.”

Oh, to be a teen again and throw caution to the wind.  😉


Recipe….You’ve GOT to try!

After reading today’s post at rocks in my dryer which includes a recipe, I decided I would add a recipe for today’s post as well.  It’s a cheap, easy recipe without too many ingredients.  So, I’m keeping with the same criteria.  It’s yummy!  I’ve been making this for nearly 18 years since my oldest was little.  Your welcome!  Here it is… 😛


      1 ½- 2 lbs ground beef

      1 jar Ragu’ sauce

      16 oz mozzarella cheese

      2 cans crescent rolls


      Preheat oven to 375 degrees.

      Brown ground beef, drain, add Ragu’ and simmer.

      Unroll one can of crescent rolls, separate and form bottom crust in 9×13 dish.

            Bake bottom crust for about 5 minutes.  Crust will rise slightly.

                 (Without this step, the crust will not rise and will likely be mushy.)

      Remove baking dish from oven and top with meat sauce.

      Sprinkle with mozzarella cheese.

Unroll second can of crescent rolls, separate and press sections over cheese to form top crust.

      Bake for 15-20 minutes until crust is golden brown and cheese is melted.

       *Optional:  Add pepperoni for a pizza pie taste.

       *Tip:  Layer the meatsauce, pepperoni and cheese like lasagna.


To The Fathers In My Life

This post is dedicated to the fathers in my life.

To my husband, Joe-  God has truly blessed me!  Joe and I have been married for 10 years now.  When he asked me to marry him, he knew that we would have an instant family.  He became “Joedaddy” to my two oldest daughters.  At the time, I didn’t grasp the magnitude of his choice.  I had been Mom to these two girls who were then 7 1/2 and 5.  But he instantly became a father. 

We wanted a baby of our own.  My tubes were tied.  But we knew that did not limit God.  We prayed.  We believed.  We waited.  Got sent encouragement.  Most of that encouragement came by way of one of my very best friends, Diana.  Diana has an awesome testimony of believing God for a baby while her tubes were tied.  She was also full of tumors.  But she prayed.  She believed God spoke.  She waited.  And God was faithful.  While our circumstances are not all the same, He is.  Our testimonies are not exactly the same, but He is the same God today as He was yesterday. 

In December of 2005, a door opened for us to travel to Chapel Hill Tubal Reversal Clinic in North Carolina.  Dr. Berger specializes in tubal-reversals.  Women come from all over the world to him.  And this was my time.  I have to say that God clearly opened the door.  It was His timing.  I had surgery December 21, 2005.  I was pregnant in 10 days.  I KNOW!  TEN days!  Again, God’s timing. 

On September 19, 2006 Sophie Jeanne Gunther was born.  Yes, another girl.  We had made up our minds that we would likely stop with the birth of this child.  I was sick with all of three of my girls.  I was hospitalized for three days while pregnant with Cammie.  With Sophie, I was on home health care.  I had an I.V. hooked up to me on and off for a couple of weeks.  In fact, we were so “attached”, I dubbed her “Ivy”.  Corny, I know. 😉

When we found out we were having a girl, I knew we might have to rethink this child being the last.  But before she was born, it was clear that Joe and I had both realized that he was great with girls.  And then she was born and we were smitten.  It wasn’t until then that I realized the amount of sacrifice and commitment that went into Joe’s decision to become an instant father.  I took for granted that he was new at this- both when he married me and took on two new daughters and when Sophie was born.  Things that had had been second nature to me as well as what I had already learned with my first two daughters… well, Joe had no clue.  Watching him with Sophie opened my eyes.

He jumped in with both feet when he chose me.  He didn’t hesitate.  He didn’t pretend to know the answers.  He was simply willing.  He chose all three of us.  His faithfulness and devotion to us and to God, his hard work and his dry sense of humor, giving of himself to us every day, holding my hand through the good and the bad…that’s why I love him so much!  Happy Father’s Day, Joe!  I’m honored to be your wife.  I love you!  Your Angel  (P.S.  I spelled it right… but in truth, I’ve always been “his little angle“.  Cut some slack…he’s dyslexic!)



Joe with Sophie…chillin’

To my Dad- I am still amazed at the infinite wisdom of God to allow him to be my Daddy!  He is a tender, loving picture of Daddy God.  Dad recently turned 70.  He still works hard.  For years my sister and I have prayed that God would make him to be like Joshua and Caleb…stronger in his old age than he was in his youth.  We have watched in awe as Dad has continued to work so hard.  Yes, earning a living would be the primary reason that he works.  We were never wealthy by worldly standards.  Dad is a painter.  No, not a starving artist, a painter.  A painter, as in residential house painter.  And he’s still at it.

Dad is diabetic.  I struggle not to worry about him.  But even if he did not have to work, I know he still would.  He will remain active as long as God allows. 

He is not a complicated man.  He is a man of simple means with a reliance on God.  Yet he speaks with such profound wisdom.  But what I think I love best is his smile, his laugh and his sense of humor.  I will forever recall waking up to folklore song, off-the-wall sayings and cliches that I believed until adulthood that he made up.  Many of them, he did make up. 

One of my favorites:  “Don’t worry about nothing, ’cause ain’t nothing gonna’ be alright!”

Oh, I know, I know… where’s the faith?  Oh, it’s there, alright!  But laughter…  now that’s medicine!

Happy Father’s Day!  I love you, Dad!  Your little girl


Dad with Sophie

To Daddy God-  Of the many facets of Almighty God, “Daddy God” is to a little girl (even an almost 39 year old “little girl”) security and comfort.  I have been so blessed to have an earthly father with so many characteristis of Father God.  But so many have not been.  And many others who may have once had the assurance and presence of an earthly father, have since suffered loss.  Two of my very close friends have lost their fathers over the past few years.  My heart breaks.  My best friend and a close childhood friend have lost their mothers.  I cannot comprehend it.  Some who have fathers still long for tender love from them that they see other fathers give.  Again, I cannot comprehend this.  But Daddy God knows.

He is everything we need.  He is “The Great I Am”.  I pray that those who are longing for the arms of a father, the love of a Daddy for his little girl, the assurance and comfort of One who will defend and protect- will turn their eyes to Daddy God and let Him be

The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty; he will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; he will rest in his love, he will joy over thee with singing.  Zephaniah 3:17

…dance and sing with Him and let Him fill your “little girl” hearts.

Happy Father’s Day, Daddy God!  I love you!  Your little girl


Potty Times

Well….Sophie fell off the potty today.  That’s right!  She FELL OFF!  (Yessss, the big potty- with her potty lid on it, though!)  I walked out for…I don’t know, something important I suppose, and heard the crash.  She was probably trying to get the toilet paper all by herself.  Bless her little independent heart!  And now she looks like Rudolph.  The tip of her nose was bleeding.  The skin is scraped off there and it looks kinda’ like a strawberry around the tip.  Potty abuse.  Didn’t think it was possible.  Sometimes I multi-task and give her a moment of peace, if you know what I mean.  Guess the multi-tasking will be limited to facials or flossing or other bathroom things from now on. 

OH!  I know!  One of my best friends, Diana, and I ordered a tube of the Original Preparation H with Bio-Dyne sold only in Canada.  You heard it!  I know there are stories…some say it works wonders while others say they saw no difference.  That’s because here in the U.S. only the new formula is sold.  To find out why and even more fascinating details about this hemorrhoid ointment turned wrinkle fighter, get yourself a copy of Uncle John’s Fast-Acting Long-Lasting Bathroom Reader (18th Bathroom Reader Edition).  I KNOW…scary, isn’t it?  What I won’t share on a blog. 

And now, I am off for more parental abuse.  Sophie is bossy!  WHERE does she get it from?  Hmmmm…..  And Courtney!  She’s bossy, too!  But having a strong will and being bossy is just too much!

Sophie:  “MOM!  COME ‘ERE, RIGHT NOW!”

Me:  “Sophie, you come here.  You need to potty.”

Sophie:  “NO!  Unh, UNH!” (runs the other direction)


Sophie:  “Mean!”

Potty mouth!

Is there no group for this?