<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:02:37.551-04:00</updated><category term='Kids'/><category term='Works For Me Wednesday'/><category term='devotions'/><category term='grace'/><category term='Menu Plan Monday'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Whispers of Grace</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-1927277052698425694</id><published>2011-02-08T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:04:06.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering the Mountain</title><content type='html'>Been really trying to focus on my own spiritual walk, privately, because quite frankly, there have been struggles.  There!  I said it!  :)  I know we all struggle from time to time, but I don't like it when I am the one struggling.  God can definitely use these struggles to strengthen us and to draw us into closer intimacy with him, it's true.  Oh, but don't we always want to feel like we are already right there?  Don't we just really want to camp out on the mountain top... forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to compare every part of my walk with the Lord with the two years I spent in Bible College, 20 years ago.  That really felt like the pinnacle in so many ways.  It's probably as close as a person can be to Heaven while still here on earth.  Everything seemed to revolve around God or the Bible... classes, conversations, devotions, mealtimes, and even the all-important thought life.  It was really life-altering for me, and I wanted to be there forever... wanted to soak in the living, breathing Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really fair to compare my current life with those days... I was single.  I was living with other singles.  I had 4 hours of Bible classes 4 (or was it 5?) days a week, a couple of hours of Bible reading every day.  I mean I was SATURATED with the Word of God!  It was really nice!  :)  I had few real grown up responsibilities tugging at me.  And everyone I talked to seemed to have an encouraging or inspirational word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty years later, I have two boys and a husband, a house to look after, homeschool classes to prepare and teach, four times (at least) as many clothes to clean, fold and put away, and don't even talk to me about cooking.  Time is definitely at a premium.  And the inspirational and encouraging words?  Those can be hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I'm getting at... I'm really trying to regain the disciplines that I once lived by, and it's hard, because I'm tired and I feel isolated much of the time.  Yes, we are involved in gym classes and church and a homeschool co-op, but these things are more for the kids and less for me.  And so there is a sense of emptiness at times, and a questioning as to what will really, really count for eternity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-1927277052698425694?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1927277052698425694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=1927277052698425694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1927277052698425694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1927277052698425694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2011/02/remembering-mountain.html' title='Remembering the Mountain'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-479638198009891911</id><published>2010-04-04T21:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:25:45.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen</title><content type='html'>We did a craft yesterday where we took a half sphere of florist's foam, carved out a little tomb in the "rock", and put 3 crosses of craft sticks up on the hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the stone over the tomb last night and I wondered if one of the boys would want to roll the stone away this morning... I didn't say anything.  Then this morning Ian says at breakfast, "Mom, can I roll away the stone?"  :)  It was so cool... and of course our tomb was empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-479638198009891911?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/479638198009891911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=479638198009891911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/479638198009891911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/479638198009891911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-5318661951206466155</id><published>2009-10-17T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:12:32.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Feasts for $75</title><content type='html'>Briefly popping in to mention that Mary over at &lt;a href="http://www.owlhaven.net/2009/10/05/october-family-feasts-giveaway/"&gt;Owlhaven&lt;/a&gt; is having a contest to give away 3 sets of 3 copies of her latest book,  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Family-Feasts-75-Week-Penny-wise/dp/0848732960/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1250313136&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;Family Feasts for $75.&lt;/a&gt;       I already requested a copy from my library, because I really need to do better with keeping a lid on the family grocery bills...  like NOW.   If you're interested, head on over to her site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-5318661951206466155?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5318661951206466155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=5318661951206466155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/5318661951206466155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/5318661951206466155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/family-feasts-for-75.html' title='Family Feasts for $75'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-4127443569499535751</id><published>2009-09-30T22:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:50:32.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading &amp; Writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Grace Whisperer has been eerily silent on this blog lately.  But that is because she has been focusing on homeschool craziness for the last 4 months or so.  There was much to read, much to research, much to decide, and much to organize.  Oh, the organization!!  It continues on, believe me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I haven't been writing a whole lot lately, but I've been reading, and reading and reading.  Reading about curriculum.  Reading about teaching styles.  Reading about learning styles.  Reading about organization.  You get the point, I'm sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But some of my reading has been for pure joy, and that is what prompted me to write.  If you are in the mood for some really uplifting and praiseworthy blogging, please take a moment to visit "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hoodmamamel.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A long way from the Theta House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;".  This lady just blows me away with her entries.  She is racking up treasures in Heaven, and so are her kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then, if you are interested, why not check out my other blog, "&lt;a href="http://homeschooldigression.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homeschool Digression&lt;/a&gt;".  You see, I've been doing a little writing too.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-4127443569499535751?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4127443569499535751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=4127443569499535751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4127443569499535751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4127443569499535751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/reading-writing.html' title='Reading &amp; Writing...'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8408913430550116466</id><published>2009-02-09T21:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:41:02.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, February! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I love thee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O month that seems to last forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thou are unyielding in thy coldness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unquenchable as the dry, dry air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my dry, dry home, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cracking my dry, dry hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your winds are biting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your sun shines bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You bring the viruses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;both day and night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My children are puking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband is moaning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My spirit is desperate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my flesh to stop groaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8408913430550116466?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8408913430550116466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8408913430550116466&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8408913430550116466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8408913430550116466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/ode-to-february.html' title='Ode to February'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-7096498799187155140</id><published>2009-01-26T21:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:31:49.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Time for kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/SX54-OFuuGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N0eo8mUn2vg/s1600-h/WOL+QT.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295803222163634274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 00px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/SX54-OFuuGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N0eo8mUn2vg/s320/WOL+QT.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I'm really excited... well, giddy almost. :) I finally got my hands on Word of Life's "Gopher Buddies Quiet Tiime", a devotional aimed at children 4-6. I had heard about it, here and there, but was never able to actually lay my eyes on it. So a couple of weeks ago, I finally asked at my local Christian bookstore about it. The next time they ordered it they held onto a copy for me to look at. Today was the day that I finally held it in my hands and paged through it. Definitely worth the wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, while still at the table, I started telling my soon-to-be 5 year old son about it, and he HAD TO SEE IT himself.... Oh yes, and then he HAD TO get his hands on it! (So like his mom, this one!) And he HAD TO "&lt;strong&gt;DO IT&lt;/strong&gt;" IMMEDIATELY!! Can't get much better of a testimonial than that, I'd say. The graphics are awesome. Each devotional page has an activity, like a coloring and activity book, that ties into the verse and "lesson". It's quick. It's easy. And we both love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson consisted of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a reading from Psalm 59:2: "I will praise you forever for what you have done; in your name I will hope, for your name is good. I will praise you in the presence of your saints."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a key idea: "David makes a promise in this Psalm to praise God forever for what he had done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a coloring activity, during which Ian was directed to sing a song of praise and thank God for something special that He's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a prayer suggestion.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The front of the spiral bound book also has several pages that have blocked out space for kids to "draw pictures or write words" to remind them of special people or things they want to pray for. As soon as Ian finished his activity section, he flipped to the prayer pages and drew pictures of three of his friends from school last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hoping to work this in to our homeschooling day. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/SX5-KgFsLnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/raarDuQmzR4/s1600-h/WOL+QT2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295808930711875186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 0px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/SX5-KgFsLnI/AAAAAAAAAZY/raarDuQmzR4/s200/WOL+QT2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and did I mention that I bought a Word of Life Quiet Time Diary for me too? I did! But I bought the adult one, even though I jealously regard Ian's. :) I have other devotionals and Study guides, but I love the Word of Life Quiet Time. I used it for years and I miss not having it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-7096498799187155140?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7096498799187155140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=7096498799187155140&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7096498799187155140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7096498799187155140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-time-for-kids.html' title='Quiet Time for kids'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/SX54-OFuuGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/N0eo8mUn2vg/s72-c/WOL+QT.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-6333281921315297982</id><published>2009-01-22T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:19:58.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singing Bible</title><content type='html'>One of the best things that might have come out of our homeschooling experiment has been "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Singing-Bible-Focus-Family/dp/1589974638/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1232336582&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;The Singing Bible&lt;/a&gt;". It's from Focus on the Family, and was recommended by a book called "Little Hands to Heaven", which I am planning on using with my younger son next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singing Bible has over 50 songs on 4 CD's, and basically goes thru all the major themes of the Bible in a kid friendly format. The tunes are all catchy and educational while being fun. Love this one and so do the kids. If you are looking for a new way to teach your kids the Bible, you should definitely check it out. :) We got our copy from Amazon.com at a very reasonable price. I like to keep it in the car and pop it in when we're just driving around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-6333281921315297982?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6333281921315297982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=6333281921315297982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6333281921315297982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6333281921315297982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/singing-bible.html' title='The Singing Bible'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-7914457268503749885</id><published>2009-01-18T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T22:34:16.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Homeschooling Experiment</title><content type='html'>Last Fall I began what I am affectionately calling "our homeschooling experiment".  I've loved the idea of homeschooling for years!  Long before I had children.  Long before I had a husband or a boyfriend or even a degree.  I'm talking a long time, people.  :)  What really piqued my interest initially was the children that were homeschooled.  These kids were intelligent.  They were eloquent.  They weren't half as annoying as most kids I encountered.  LOL.  And they had actual interests that they pursued with passion.... And they had great relationships with their parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's not to love?  In many ways it seems like the best of all worlds.  And it can be quite rewarding.  But make no mistake... it's a sacrifice on many levels as well.  Most worthwhile things in life do require a sacrifice.  Maybe that's what makes them sweeter in the end....  Don't know.  Just thinking out loud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year we began the experiment.  Ian just missed the cutoff for kindergarten, but was ready to learn.  He wants to learn to read.  He has a great interest in letters and he loves all manner of arts and crafts.  Most recently, he's fascinated by what the body is made of.  I felt lead to capitalize on this interest and to see if I could pull off homeschooling for a year.  If so, perhaps the experiment will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a big part of why I haven't been blogging much this Fall.  I really felt like I needed to focus on "The Experiment".  In retrospect, I wish I had started a new blog about "The Experiment".  Maybe I still will.  I'll keep ya posted.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-7914457268503749885?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7914457268503749885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=7914457268503749885&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7914457268503749885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7914457268503749885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/homeschooling-experiment.html' title='The Homeschooling Experiment'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8932658822390872595</id><published>2009-01-04T21:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:12:12.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year.  We've been enjoying a bit of a respite from our normal routine, and it's been nice.  Normally, we are constantly on the go with Bible Study, YMCA, and MOPs, shopping and so forth.  We love our routine, but with the holidays crushing in we got out of the routine, and are having a hard time returning to it.  Seems we've developed a new routine, and we're pretty content with it.  :)  And, hey, we're actually getting things done!  Now that's a new thing.  We are not at all unhappy about that....  organization, decoration, playdates, shopping... N.I.C.E.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all about to end, yes it is, because we need to get back to the Y... You see, with all that we are accomplishing, we are definitely not exercising, and that just won't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8932658822390872595?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8932658822390872595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8932658822390872595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8932658822390872595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8932658822390872595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8129490528016452997</id><published>2008-09-24T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:15:37.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normalcy</title><content type='html'>Well as predicted... or at least anticipated, with the Fall season and a return to my preferred routine comes a return to normalcy for me.  I'm so thankful and relieved to be on the upswing again.  And that's all I really want to say, I guess.  Just enjoying life, enjoying my friends, enjoying my family and getting back to really doing what I was created for... enjoying God.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8129490528016452997?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8129490528016452997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8129490528016452997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8129490528016452997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8129490528016452997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/normalcy.html' title='Normalcy'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-7565872522155755492</id><published>2008-08-08T20:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T20:59:23.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace  Wrestler</title><content type='html'>The Grace Whisperer hasn't been blogging here recently.  That's not to say that she hasn't been very active elsewhere, though!   :)   But not here....  So many reasons why, really, but the bottom line has really been that the Grace Whisperer has been struggling...  struggling with herself, struggling with God and struggling with the struggling, quite honestly.  As Thumper would say, "if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."  So I have chosen silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience has  taught me that it's during these times that my faith grows, and I grow as a person.  So I don't worry about it so much.  I just  don't talk about it much either, because I've also found that there's typically two reactions to such revelations.  Either I am chastised for my lack of faith (not true!) or people worry about me (not necessary!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my christian walk, I have often found myself identifying closely with Jacob, who wrestled with God.  As soon as I heard the account about him, I thought, "that  is so like me!"  I particularly like the part where it describes how God touched Jacob's hip causing him to limp.  I am so fond of it because my hip is messed up too!! LOL!!  Maybe that's why!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I do sense myself coming out of the deep funk....  Certain things in life seem to be forcing me out, really, and thank God for those things... the things that keep me from focusing solely on myself... not the least of which is my two little blessings from God Himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-7565872522155755492?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7565872522155755492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=7565872522155755492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7565872522155755492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7565872522155755492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/grace-wrestler.html' title='Grace  Wrestler'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-331479532329572572</id><published>2008-04-14T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:03:07.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty hands</title><content type='html'>You ever have one of those "Aha!" moments while you're sitting there in church, or listening to a sermon on the radio or in a Bible study?  I LOVE those.  I love that after 24 years of reading the Bible, walking the Christian life, and after two-plus years of total immmersion studying the Bible in College... I love that it's still fresh and new.  I love that there are even moments where some little in depth tidbit surprises me and amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had two of those moments, maybe more.  It was just one of those days.  God seemed to be speaking right to me.  So here's an illustration that I want to share with you.  See if it touches you the way it touched me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...My 3 year old son loves to fingerpaint.  Nothing is better than fingerpainting in his whole world.  The other day, I came home from work and there he was, at his little table, pots of primary colors close at hand.  In his hands he had more fingerpaint than any child should be allowed to have; in one hand a big glob of blue, in the other, a big glob of yellow.  At that precise moment, he thought it would be a good idea to clap his hands.... a LOT!!  Green paint went flying everywhere....  I said, "What  were you thinking?  Even your face has paint on it."  To this, his son reached up with his paint covered right hand and tried to wipe his face clean...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor went on to ask, (as do I)  how much is this like us, as we stand before a holy God, trying to clean ourselves up for Him?  We see a small spot on our face, and try to clean it up with dirty hands, but all we really succeed in doing is smearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While his son wasn't able to clean himself, what he needed was someone who was already clean to come alongside of him and help him.  This loving father did exactly that, and in the process he found that some of his son's paint ended up on himself.  How much is this a picture of Jesus who comes alongside of us in our sin, cleans us up by taking our sin upon himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there, thinking of my four year old's winter boots and spring shoes.  I can't think of anything more gross  that I have to do as a mom than remove my son's muddy, sandy dirty, wet shoes after he's been out playing in the yard.  I really cringe everytime I have to touch them, especially if I have to help him get them back on after a potty break!!  Inevitably all the crud ends up on me, my hands, my clothes...  UCK!!  And here I was... all clean....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll ever be able to handle that job or see fingerpaints without thinking of all that Jesus has done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-331479532329572572?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/331479532329572572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=331479532329572572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/331479532329572572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/331479532329572572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/dirty-hands.html' title='Dirty hands'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-7053740525487552265</id><published>2008-03-11T21:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:39:45.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Rant And One Rave</title><content type='html'>First, The Rave....   I haven't been on the blogosphere much recently and that's because I've been taking an online class called, "&lt;a href="http://www.ed2go.com/adirondack/index.html"&gt;Speed Spanish&lt;/a&gt;". It was a six week class and they weren't kidding when they named it!! It was fast!! :) I LOVED it, and can't wait till I can take the next session. This class deals with what the instructor calls "recipes"... basically how to put together sentences to converse with someone in Spanish. I can't believe all I've learned so far and am anxious to see how much I can use when I go to ALTECO in a couple of weeks. There will be delegates there from many South American countries and indigenous tribes, all speaking espanol! :) All just waiting for me to say something profound like "No hay agua! La agua no funciona!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way.... Pity the poor hostess on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser_5/"&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt;! I do! Poor Alison Sweeney. She clearly tries to make for compelling conversation, ala Jeff Probst on &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor16/video/video.php?cid=626672385&amp;amp;play=true&amp;amp;cc=2"&gt;Survivor&lt;/a&gt; or even Julie Chen on &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/big_brother_9/video/video.php?cid=627675731&amp;amp;play=true&amp;amp;cc=0http://www.cbs.com/primetime/big_brother_9/video/video.php?cid=627675731&amp;amp;play=true&amp;amp;cc=0"&gt;Big Brother&lt;/a&gt;. Alas she fails!!   People keep attacking her!!  Is it because she's skinny?  Beautiful?  Annoying?  All the above?  Did you watch it tonight? Did you? I thought Jillian was going to take her out!!   Now, I'm not normally one who goes in for cussing, but I just wanted to applaude Jillian for standing up for Brittany. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should say that I have NOT followed  this show religiously, so maybe I'm not getting the whole picture.  It just seems to me that Alison has no real rapport with the Losers.  They don't seem to enjoy her banter or her commentary during challenges.  She just seems a bad fit to me.  Is it just me?  Tell me people, and I will repent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gee, while I'm on my rant....  What happened to &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/moonlight/"&gt;Moonlight&lt;/a&gt; on CBS' website?  I have been in Moonlight withdrawal for weeks.  I admit it!!  Last week I went online looking to watch a full episode and the only episode offered was "Arrested Development".  Not my favorite episode, but I clicked on it anyway and never could get it to run!  Now?  Watching a full episode isn't even an option!!  Geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-7053740525487552265?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7053740525487552265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=7053740525487552265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7053740525487552265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7053740525487552265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/little-rant-and-one-rave.html' title='A Little Rant And One Rave'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-4671873875750584849</id><published>2008-03-07T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:24:15.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel Made Easy</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I was at my local &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS)&lt;/a&gt; meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this group for the fellowship, support and the great breakfasts too!!  I miss my old MOPS group though.  It was awesome on every level and it's hard not to compare the two. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of the meeting, we all pulled numbers from a basket for a drawing.  My number was 24.  As I mosied toward my discussion group, I heard my number being called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with great excitement and much humor, I got to yell, "I'm 24!  I'm 24!!"  It's been awhile since I've been able to say that!!  It made my day even more than the &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2095382&amp;amp;cp=2831054&amp;amp;cm_re=ShoppingShortcuts-_-topnav-_-AntiBac&amp;amp;parentPage=category"&gt;Bath &amp;amp; Body Works Peaberry Moisturizing Hand Soap &lt;/a&gt;I picked from the prize basket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-4671873875750584849?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4671873875750584849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=4671873875750584849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4671873875750584849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4671873875750584849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-travel-made-easy.html' title='Time Travel Made Easy'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-494104376035914975</id><published>2008-01-29T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:36:01.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today the Little Man turned 4.  Yeah, Ian!!  Happy Birthday, Sweet Pea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everyone has been passing THE BUG and a cold back and forth for the last three weeks, we've been a bit low key about the birthday this year.  I'm exhausted from little boys waking me up 2 hours early and not going back to sleep.  The birthday boy has been doing this for two weeks or so.  I keep putting him back in his bed and he returns about every 15-30 minutes or so just to let me know that he can't sleep!  Since he shares his room with Lumpadump (aka Shane), all this walking back and forth and opening doors has been waking up Shane as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Hubbie &amp;amp; I have started to take a class online called "Speed Spanish".  It's really great for me.  I know next to NO Spanish, but am regularly meeting Spanish-speaking people!  Hubs on the other hand speaks Spanish very well, but hasn't studied it before, so he decided to take the class with me.  Unfortunately, we are two lessons behind and this week we get two more lessons!  What's the Spanish term for "YIKES!"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-494104376035914975?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/494104376035914975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=494104376035914975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/494104376035914975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/494104376035914975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8546563731474351558</id><published>2008-01-16T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T21:12:55.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wake Up Call</title><content type='html'>Today was such a beautiful day: blue sky, bright sunshine, a few clouds. A perfectly crisp, cold winter's day. Perfect for those of us who actually enjoy northern winters!  But it wasn't the weather that gave me chills as I drove down the road with Little Man (almost 4!). Nope, it was this comment from the backseat: "Mom, I see a trumpet in the clouds!"  Whoa!!   I said, "What?!" My mind was racing!  &lt;em&gt;Where the heck did &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; come from?!  What's he talking about?! Is this it?! Is Jesus coming back RIGHT NOW?!!&lt;/em&gt;   Then Ian explained that the cloud he saw was in the shape of a trumpet.... Oh. Kind of a let down. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my question, dear reader, when was the last time &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thought, "Maybe today...."? Do you know that there is a crown reserved in Heaven for "all who have LOVED His appearing" (2 Timothy 4:8c)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel &lt;strong&gt;and with the trumpet of God&lt;/strong&gt;, and the dead in Christ will rise first. Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8546563731474351558?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8546563731474351558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8546563731474351558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8546563731474351558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8546563731474351558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/wake-up-call.html' title='A Wake Up Call'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-6597444822456162466</id><published>2008-01-14T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:16:12.672-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Menu Plan Monday'/><title type='text'>Vampire Bugs and Menu Plans</title><content type='html'>Here at Whispers of Grace, our family is still fighting the little bug that the Little Men brought home with them.  It sure is strange.  I'm going to call it the Vampire Bug.  Except for a general loss of appetite, this thing only manifests it's symptoms at night!  For the first 3 nights that Ian-almost 4 years- was ill, he woke up around 11:45 at night with a fever.  The rest of the day he was "fine"!  If he hadn't been waking up with a fever and aches, I'd never have known he was really sick.  (See previous post!)  Since then, he just wants a little extra sleep, but that's about it.  The last two nights, just before bed, he's had some other symptoms running thru his body, if you get my meaning.  But again, I say, that's it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that lovely segue, I'm contemplating this menu for the week.  But I'm not going to be very strict about it, feeling rather blah myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Pasta with vodka sauce&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Fish &amp;amp; Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Teriyaki Pork &amp;amp; Rice&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Chicken Pot Pie&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Homemade pizza&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Breakfast!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out what else is cooking at &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/2008/01/menu-plan-monday-jan-14th.html"&gt;"I'm an organizing junkie"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-6597444822456162466?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6597444822456162466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=6597444822456162466&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6597444822456162466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6597444822456162466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/vampire-bugs-and-menu-plans.html' title='Vampire Bugs and Menu Plans'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-7120918782806376527</id><published>2008-01-08T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:00:15.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Plagued by Whining?</title><content type='html'>The problem with 3 year olds is that they whine.  Some days they whine A LOT!  Some days they whine to get out of things.  Some days they whine for no reason at all.  So when one of them whines at breakfast and tells you that his arm hurts and his leg hurts, you take a look, give it a smooch and then tell him it will feel better when he eats something.  Then at lunch, when he whines that his eyes hurt, you kind of roll your eyes privately and then tell him to eat his lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that  was my "full of compassion" mothering moment for the day.  Turns out though his eyes really were bothering him.  They were red and stingy, so I figured he had rubbed them with his fingers.  Dutifully,  we washed them.  We rinsed them several times over the coarse of an hour.  Then we sent the  Little Man to preschool with instruction to tell his  teacher to call me if he wanted to come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't call.  He didn't want to come home.  Now don't get me wrong.  I think it's great that he loves school so much, but when Daddy picked him up, the child looked  like he had the plague!   All around his eyes and lips, the skin was RED!  By the time we got him home and into the bath/shower, we realized he had a fever as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it!  First illness of the year!  Yay.  :P  As you may imagine, I am feeling like a "bad" mom today.  For not believing the boy in the morning, for not believing the boy at lunch, and for sending him to school (against my better judgment) to infect the whole class.  Go Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-7120918782806376527?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7120918782806376527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=7120918782806376527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7120918782806376527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7120918782806376527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/plagued-by-whining.html' title='Plagued by Whining?'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8707662254903040511</id><published>2008-01-04T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:38:42.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brotherly Love</title><content type='html'>Little Man (aka Ian-almost 4) and Lumpadump (aka Shane-1yr) were riding in the back of our car this morning.  As I pulled into the parking lot of  the local Dunkin Donuts, Ian said, for no apparent reason,  "I love you, Shane!!  You're my BEST friend!"  I looked back and saw that they were holding hands between their carseats.  Aw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8707662254903040511?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8707662254903040511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8707662254903040511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8707662254903040511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8707662254903040511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/brotherly-love.html' title='Brotherly Love'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-1037978525646524881</id><published>2008-01-04T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:15:33.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>This year all my resolutions are related to simplifying my life with a goal to become more Christlike.  We live in a great age.  Everything is at our fingertips.  Anything we want to know, research, read or buy is just a click away.  I LOVE it.  I HATE it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have unfinished (and unstarted) projects filling up cabinets, closets and our pantry!  Yes, our pantry!!  Some of these were started before our first son was even a glimmer in our eyes.  I never found the time to work on things then, but somehow I continue to deceive myself into believing that I will NOW, two kids later, suddenly find some free hours to cross-stitch the Christmas tree skirt, rubberstamp birthday cards and Christmas cards, scrapbook the last 10 years of my life (thousands of pictures), organize and try the new recipes buried in a folder, order wedding pictures (from almost 10 years ago.... Yep, haven't even gotten a wedding album yet).  Don't even get me started about all the programming books I have stacked on my bookshelf, half-read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the goal this year?  SIMPLIFY, Simplify, simplify!!  I need to kill the clutter in my home.  I need to be ruthless in tossing out the projects gathering dust.  I need to focus on my goals, and rid my life of just about everything that does not help me reach them!  I find that I can't even THINK at times, as the physical clutter (carefully and tastefully squirreled away, mind you) seems to  lead into mental clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that end, I am determined to Simplify my life, organize the stuff that survives the cut, sell or toss the stuff that doesn't, and beautify my surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you?  Any resolutions to share?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-1037978525646524881?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1037978525646524881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=1037978525646524881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1037978525646524881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1037978525646524881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-21476361899399932</id><published>2007-12-18T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T23:09:01.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips?</title><content type='html'>I updated my previous post to include the recipe for Garlic Lime Chicken.  The link is actually to a page on Flylady, but if you're looking for the recipe you're going to have to scroll down quite a bit to find it.  Does anyone know how I can include a link to a Word document in the future?  I'm sure there must be a way, but I haven't had the time to really look into it.  I'm sure &lt;a href="http://excursus-sagacious.blogspot.com/2007/12/google-query-tips.html"&gt;this guy &lt;/a&gt;would know!  But I'm afraid to ask!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-21476361899399932?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/21476361899399932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=21476361899399932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/21476361899399932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/21476361899399932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/tips.html' title='Tips?'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-1463891880309329202</id><published>2007-12-17T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T22:58:25.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer dreaming of a white Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>I know I don't write that often, but since no one complains I'm taking that to mean I write just enough!! Frankly, I enjoy reading more than writing. But that's just because at the end of the day my creative brain cells are all burnt out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Hubby arrived home in one piece last Sunday. Life was GOOD!! Then we got snow on Thursday, and more snow on Saturday... Life was BETTER!! And we even got a tree up and almost decorated! So bring on the Christmas!! We're ready!! (Almost!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/R2dCIiPRTbI/AAAAAAAAABc/ltnUxDlPOFk/s1600-h/holidaympm-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145153813691321778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 0px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Menu Planning Monday" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/R2dCIiPRTbI/AAAAAAAAABc/ltnUxDlPOFk/s200/holidaympm-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the spirit of Christmas, I am trying something "new". I've been a lurker over at "&lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/"&gt;I'm an Organizing Junkie&lt;/a&gt;", and am working on being inspired by the organizational wizzes over there taking part in "Menu Planning Monday". This is SO not my forte, people, but I'm forever working on growing in this area of my life, so I'm going to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Mac &amp;amp; Cheese with Broccoli &amp;amp; Hot Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Roast with Potatoes &amp;amp; Carrots, possibly in a crockpot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: &lt;a href="http://www.flylady.net/pages/kitchen2.asp"&gt;Garlic-Lime Chicken &lt;/a&gt;(a new recipe I want to try! Thank you Flylady!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Lentil Soup, Crusty Bread &amp;amp; Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Mince, Mashed Potatoes &amp;amp; Baked Beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Pizza &amp;amp; Salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Baked Potato Bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-1463891880309329202?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1463891880309329202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=1463891880309329202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1463891880309329202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1463891880309329202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-longer-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='No longer dreaming of a white Christmas!!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/R2dCIiPRTbI/AAAAAAAAABc/ltnUxDlPOFk/s72-c/holidaympm-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-7147413385443411213</id><published>2007-12-07T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:54:54.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas assemblies</title><content type='html'>We are coming to the end of 9 days without "Daddy".  We are actually doing pretty well.  I've been keeping the boys and myself busy, busy, busy all week.  Today was the first day of relaxation we have had since  last Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lumpadump went down for a late morning nap, Little Man asked  me to build a stable for his stuffed animals.  That was a first!!  So, I decided the time was right to bring out the &lt;a href="http://store.playmobilusa.com/on/demandware.store/Sites-US-Site/en_US/Product-Show?pid=5719&amp;amp;cgid=Weihnachten"&gt;Playmobil Nativity&lt;/a&gt; set that I had bought last year (but had not yet given to him).  It was our first experience with the Playmobil stuff, and took awhile to assemble everything, but Little Man took to it like crazy!!  He played with it all afternoon and every chance he could get in the evening!  No sooner had I gotten everything assembled than he quickly disassembled it all... right down to the hair and the beards!!  At one point he actually came to me, pieces in hand, and asked for help putting a wiseman's beard on Mary!!  Not exactly what I had pictured when I bought it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently the boys are in bed and the Playmobil Nativity site looks very much like it was hit by a hurricane!!  Pieces and parts are everywhere... animals and people are lying in disarray.  I'd take a picture for you, but Hubby took the digital to Peru.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-7147413385443411213?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7147413385443411213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=7147413385443411213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7147413385443411213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/7147413385443411213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-assemblies.html' title='Christmas assemblies'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8030086334181913469</id><published>2007-12-02T20:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:11:43.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Race or Amazing Grace?</title><content type='html'>Haven't really said much lately.  Things have been crazy around here.  Hubby has been planning and organizing a missions trip to Peru for about six months.  But of course as the trip got closer  and closer, more and more of the details demanded our attention.  Well... okay... mostly the details demanded Hubby's attention, but my job was to attend to "the little foxes" vying for Daddy's attention!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby left on Friday morning at 3:30, along with 5 other hubbies  from our church for 10 days.  They carpooled down to LaGuardia, arriving in good time.  At check in, Hubby was asked if his passport had been renewed.  Hubby says, "yeah, it's on page 21".  Nice man says, "Yeah, I see that, but your renewal expired in August!!"  DOH!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the adventure begins!!  It's just not a mission trip 'til something goes wrong.  So with this mishap, it became official!    Hubby handed over his bags and the team money to the other guys and told them he'd meet up with them, and took off to get the passport renewed.  Without much fuss the passport was renewed, but Hubby did not make it back to LaGuardia in time for his flight.  Luckily there was another flight leaving at  1:30 and getting on this he'd be able to make his connection in Ft. Lauderdale.  Unfortunately the flight was full and his ticket was non-transferable and non-refundable!!  Hubby didn't  know until the last minute if he would be able to get onto the plane, but he made it and they didn't even charge him!!  We are so thankful for the way God poured out his grace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may think that's the end of the story, but not so fast!!  When he arrived in Ft Lauderdale he arrived with a 10 minute window, instead of the 1 hour window he should've had. and they wouldn't  let him on the plane.  At this point in the story, I felt like Steve was one of the contestants on &lt;a href="http://alpha.cbs.com/primetime/amazing_race12/"&gt;The Amazing Race&lt;/a&gt;!!  Probably should've told the powers that be that he HAD to be on that plane!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he did get on another plane that left at midnight, and got to Peru eventually.  And really, isn't that all that matters?  The rest of the team had already arrived in Lima at midnight.  I guess that's important too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8030086334181913469?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8030086334181913469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8030086334181913469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8030086334181913469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8030086334181913469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/amazing-race-or-amazing-grace.html' title='Amazing Race or Amazing Grace?'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-4524795153141487326</id><published>2007-11-06T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T10:21:24.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock Knock!!</title><content type='html'>This may be really wrong of me, I don't know, but right now I'm just so thankful that Little Man hasn't gotten on the knock-knock joke bandwagon!  I shudder to think of that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just walking thru the local Subway shop where a mother and her tot were sitting there exchanging knock-knock jokes.  Ummm... yeah.  People, there is only so much a 3-year old can do with Knock-Knock jokes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Knock-knock"  Who's there?  "Good!" Good who?  "Good-bye!"  Heh!  Yeah that's a killer, Son!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-4524795153141487326?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4524795153141487326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=4524795153141487326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4524795153141487326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4524795153141487326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock!!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-1943880940124255393</id><published>2007-11-02T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:42:58.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skinny on Survivor</title><content type='html'>So last night, while watching &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor15/"&gt;Survivor: China&lt;/a&gt;, I pondered one of the really deep questions of life.  I'm sure you have asked yourself this too, at least once this season.... Do the Survivor producers ever turn a contestant away for being too skinny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean really...  We all know that whoever goes on the Survivor diet loses about 30 pounds.  Shouldn't there be a minimum weight requirement?!!  Have you seen Courtney lately?  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-1943880940124255393?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1943880940124255393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=1943880940124255393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1943880940124255393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1943880940124255393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/skinny-on-survivor.html' title='The Skinny on Survivor'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-5990105738294727813</id><published>2007-10-13T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:30:32.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason To Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.half-asleep.com/pooh/interact/quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.half-asleep.com/pooh/interact/quiz/kanga.gif" width="300" height="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it!  Out of all the possible characters in Winnie The Pooh's neighborhood I am most like Kanga.  This made me chuckle.  What are the chances that I would be the most like the ONLY motherly figure in the Hundred Acre wood?!  Sure, I'm a mom.  But this quiz asked me nothing about mothering.  AND if you'd asked some of the people that knew me best &lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt; I had kids, they would've told you--flat out--that I'm not very maternal!  Heh!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to attribute this to the grace of God in my life.  Honestly, I fully expected to be Eeyore, or maybe Piglet, because that is who I am in the flesh!!  And in my own mind!!  But, apparently not in reality.  :)  That just makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-5990105738294727813?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5990105738294727813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=5990105738294727813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/5990105738294727813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/5990105738294727813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/reason-to-smile.html' title='A Reason To Smile'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-667805346987414432</id><published>2007-10-11T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:55:08.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buggin'</title><content type='html'>Well!  The family has been battling the dreaded stomach bug for the last week.  First Lumpadump-10mos, then me, then DH, and finally Little Man-3 1/2yrs.  Could've been worse, but it's never much fun, is it?  Little Man never had a bug till last Spring, so dealing with Lumpadump's illness was a growing experience.  Specifically, I learned that when you KNOW your infant has "THE BUG", don't use afghans in his bed!!  Little carrot pieces really don't readily come out of afghans.  Bleah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-667805346987414432?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/667805346987414432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=667805346987414432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/667805346987414432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/667805346987414432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/buggin.html' title='Buggin&apos;'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-8850653840591627286</id><published>2007-09-26T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:38:12.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works For Me Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><title type='text'>Works For Me Wednesday:Bible Study</title><content type='html'>Since I'm in Bible study mode.. or at least I should be and will be in a few minutes.. my Tip O' the Day is a Bible study tip. Some of my best studies have actually been word studies. I will pick a word in the Bible that I'm interested in (eg: grace or cleave), and will track it through a chapter, a book or even through the whole Bible. These studies really stick in my mind for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for this reason, I always read my Bible with pens and dry highlighters in hand. When I am reading through a particular book or chapter where a key word or phrase is repeated I highlight it in some way. It keeps me alert to the subject matter, helps me to remember what I read and where I found it. Plus years later whenever I come across a highlighted page, I can tell what the main ideas are at a glance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's what works for me!!  Do you have a Bible study tip that works for you?  I'd love to hear it!  :) To see even more tips, go visit Shannon at &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2007/09/works-for-me--1.html"&gt;Rocks In My Dryer&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-8850653840591627286?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8850653840591627286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=8850653840591627286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8850653840591627286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/8850653840591627286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/works-for-me-wednesdaybible-study.html' title='Works For Me Wednesday:Bible Study'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-1559951846850138623</id><published>2007-09-19T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:11:45.935-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Works For Me Wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Works For Me Wednesday:The Best Teether Ever</title><content type='html'>As usual, I should really be doing something else, but once again I'm drawn to the computer.  And do I feel bad about it?  Not at all!!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning the boys and I have a playdate at our friends' house.  We have been there once before about 5 months ago.  DH drove  that evening, so I am almost clueless as to how to get there.  I need to get directions!!  I need to obsessively write down the schedule for tomorrow so I don't forget anything.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but I am rebelling against my inner obsessor to bring you this handy little "Works For Me Wednesday" tip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this is a really bad idea, and I just haven't figured out why yet, but when both of my boys have been teething both boys have REALLY LOVED going to town on the rubber bulb of the Tylenol bottle. (Yes, of course it has been tightly closed! And no, they do not like teethers or pacifiers.) Is it the feel? Is it the nifty rubbery squeaky sound it makes in their drooly mouths? Beats me! I keep thinking that I need to make a "teether" that is basically the same in shape, size and material, patent it and put it on the market. Can't believe no one's done that yet! Well that's what works for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see even more tips, go visit Shannon at &lt;a href="http://rocksinmydryer.typepad.com/shannon/2007/09/works-for-me-em.html"&gt;Rocks In My Dryer&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-1559951846850138623?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1559951846850138623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=1559951846850138623&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1559951846850138623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1559951846850138623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/works-for-me-wednesdaythe-best-teether.html' title='Works For Me Wednesday:The Best Teether Ever'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-1445702665756962269</id><published>2007-09-18T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:20:03.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Gratification</title><content type='html'>I have been searching in vain for a &lt;a href="http://www.precept.org/"&gt;Precept Bible Study &lt;/a&gt;group in my area for years. I even went to Precept Ministries website to search it out. Found nothing. So I actually thought I'd start one myself! Not as easy as you might think!! And perhaps rightly so. Precept Bible studies are pretty intense, with hours of homework every week. There's quite a few classes that you have to attend to become an official leader, and none of them are in my area. Harumph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a year and a half ago, at my local &lt;a href="http://www.mops.org/"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt; (Mothers of Preschoolers) meeting, I heard someone mention attending a local Precept Bible Study at a local church. Hmmm... But I was in the (very nauseating) first trimester of my pregnancy with Lumpadump(9mos) and the study was about to end. So I decided to wait until it started up again in the Fall. But you know how it goes. In the Fall, Lumpadump's entrance into the world was imminent and it just seemed crazy to take on anything new. So I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it is, a year later!! And I am finally starting a Precept study on the book of Hebrews!! I am so excited!! I can't think of a better book to be studying and the teacher is awesome. I don't know how it is that she's flying below the Precept Ministry radar. I'm just glad she's there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very likely, the little nuggets that I take away from the study will be showing up, here and there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-1445702665756962269?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1445702665756962269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=1445702665756962269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1445702665756962269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/1445702665756962269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/delayed-gratification.html' title='Delayed Gratification'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-3491256039782777973</id><published>2007-09-08T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:39:40.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pachelbel bedtime</title><content type='html'>This one's for you, &lt;a href="http://naptimestamper.blogspot.com/2007/08/urrrrrrr.html"&gt;Naptime Stamper&lt;/a&gt;!!  Turn up those speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uISuvTiTYJA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uISuvTiTYJA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly a lullabye, but gosh it made us laugh, and cry and say "AWWWW!" in our household!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-3491256039782777973?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3491256039782777973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=3491256039782777973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/3491256039782777973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/3491256039782777973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/pachelbel-bedtime.html' title='Pachelbel bedtime'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-6733814171961047073</id><published>2007-09-05T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T22:47:49.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning a Corner</title><content type='html'>Well, Little Man turned a corner a week or so ago.  I don't know what happened, but he's suddenly all grown up and Mr. Thoughtful and Independent.  I like it, but it's all I can do to conceal my wide-eyed amazement as he dresses himself from head to toe without being asked, feeds himself willingly at all three meals, and clears of the table without EVER having been asked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... doesn't sound so amazing to  you, does it?  Well, he's been dragging his heels in the independence area for probably over  a year.  I had chalked it up to the new baby that was coming, and then the new baby that was competing with him for our attention, but boy was it getting old!  Making it worse has been that Little Man is actually quite tall for his age, so he appears to be about five, instead of his actual age of three and a half.  So he LOOKS like he should be doing a LOT more than he has been doing...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell ya what I think the catalyst was...  One night when he was going to bed, he just kept insisting that he didn't need to go to the bathroom.  (For months he's been potty-trained -- mostly -- but each morning he would move his bowels while he was still wearing the nightly diaper.  Occasionally at night he would hold out until after he was in bed.)  So a few weeks ago after being met with MUCH resistance to the nightly potty ritual, I told him if he went in his diaper after he was in bed I would NOT put him back into another diaper.  (Yes, it was a threat and I had hoped that he would have a change of heart!)  Sure enough, about five minutes after he was in bed, he appeared on the stairs, wanting to be changed.  I had to follow through on my "threat"... right?!  So I put him in vinyl training pants for the night.  When he woke up dry, he was genuinely gleeming!  So we decided right then that we would do away with the diapers.  Ever since then he has been TRULY potty-trained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW he's about to start Preschool!  My generally shy, quiet boy is SO excited and not at all apprehensive.  Wish I could say the same for his mother.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-6733814171961047073?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6733814171961047073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=6733814171961047073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6733814171961047073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6733814171961047073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/09/turning-corner.html' title='Turning a Corner'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-3510109423328340368</id><published>2007-08-19T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:17:21.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Action Figures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/RtZExedxgXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yp9dL0exHQw/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/RtZExedxgXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yp9dL0exHQw/s200/Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104342844453257586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have we heard that children learn through play?  If you have kids, or have been around kids for any length of time then you've seen this played out (no pun actually intended, but I'm thrilled it just popped out!)  Little Man has been into role playing now for almost a year, usually by himself while playing with his toys.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago he even played "Daddy" while my husband played the part of the son.  We were actually amazed at what a good Daddy he was, putting his "son" to bed, tucking him in, saying prayers and singing a "lullabye"!!  I was impressed he actually knew the words to the lullabye I started singing him a few months ago... Taps!  (Note to self:  Learn the other verses to that song!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this being said, why does the idea of "&lt;a href="http://www.blessedtoys.com/members/joshl/mof.html"&gt;Biblical action figures&lt;/a&gt;" make me squeamish?  Oh, David is okay, even Moses and Noah....  But Jesus?  I &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt;  to think that if Little Man had a Jesus doll, that he would act out all the stuff he learns at church.  Maybe all of Jesus' teachings would get reinforced through this kind of role play.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly would &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to think that the Jesus doll would always act appropriately, and never attack Little Man's baby brother, Lumpadump.  Jesus Doll would always be clothed, never stand on the kitchen table, and never hurt other dolls or fly carelessly through the air.  But come on!!!  Let's get real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are told in the Bible not to make any "idol, or &lt;em&gt;any likeness of what is in heaven above&lt;/em&gt;"....  Yet how often have you seen pictures of Jesus in church?  Or in people's homes?  Or in cards? Or in the Bible?  Is this idolatry? How can we reconcile this?  I confess, I've just never felt comfortable with these images of Jesus that pop up from time to time.  And now there's a doll with (supposedly) his image.  Ick!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even going to discuss what kind of future therapy younger siblings might need after they get beat up by big brother's Jesus Doll...  That's a whole 'nother post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-3510109423328340368?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3510109423328340368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=3510109423328340368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/3510109423328340368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/3510109423328340368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/bible-action-figures.html' title='Bible Action Figures'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Dxr_KxJ5Y8Q/RtZExedxgXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yp9dL0exHQw/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-2965044710698469594</id><published>2007-08-17T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:10:25.149-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Persuasive words?</title><content type='html'>I've been reading thru First Corinthians recently in my devotions. Last night I asked the Lord to really help me to see it anew and to give me some nuggets that I can pass on to my son, my husband and my friends. So as I looked into Chapter 2, and reread the previous night's verses, I was suddenly struck by Paul's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always find it curious that Paul says that he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....did not come with superiority of speech or of wisdom, proclaiming to you the testimony of God.&lt;br /&gt;2 For I determined to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and Him crucified.&lt;br /&gt;3 I was with you in weakness and in fear and in much trembling,&lt;br /&gt;4 and my message and my preaching were not in persuasive words of wisdom, but in demonstration of the Spirit and of power,&lt;br /&gt;5 so that your faith would not rest on the wisdom of men, but on the power of God. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or is it really hard to imagine Paul this way?  Weakness?  Fear?  And what about this:  "...not in persuasive words of wisdom..."  Paul, surely you jest!!  When I read his letters, I am often struck by the depth and the wisdom of his writings.  So hard to imagine that he took another route with the Corinthians.  But I digress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses 4 and 5 were what popped out to me last night.  As a mom, I have always been concerned about whether or not I've been imparting spiritual truths and values to my son in a way that he understands.  There have been days when I was sure he wasn't "getting it", which made me try to explain, explain, explain things to him.  On these days Little Man says, "Mom, it's taking to long!"  or he tunes me out...  Yes!  He tunes ME out!  Hard to believe, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so last night I sensed the Lord speaking to me and encouraging me not to overly rely on "persuasive words of wisdom" with my kids, but rather in DEMONSTRATION of the Spirit and power of God!  Why?  So that their faith would rest in the power of God when they mature, and not on my words, or even my own faith.  They need to see the power of God for themselves.   They need to see God answering prayers, providing for us, comforting us, changing our hearts for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul goes on to say in the next verse that "we do speak wisdom among those who are mature" so certainly there is a place for that.  But for a 3 year old boy, words are not that impressive.  It's the action.  It's the demonstration.  It's the day to day living out of the gospel that will matter in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-2965044710698469594?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2965044710698469594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=2965044710698469594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/2965044710698469594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/2965044710698469594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/persuasive-words.html' title='Persuasive words?'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-6234348117173018739</id><published>2007-08-16T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:43:47.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The latest buzz</title><content type='html'>Tuesday Little Man &amp; I were out playing wiffle ball--which, when played with a 3 year old boy is a lot like playing by yourself.  Little Man stole the ball and ran off with it into our side yard.  I went and chased him back to the front, and on the way back myself, I spotted a nice sized rock at the edge of our woods.  (Now, I have been on the lookout for some good sized rocks  to put under our roof, because the rain is washing away our soil.  But this rock was on the large side, about half the size of a bowling ball.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to pick it up, but instead I (absent-mindedly) decided to flip it over with my teva-clad feet.  I looked down and saw something flying around by my legs.  Something inside of me just said, "RUN!!" So I took off towards the house sensing that I was about to get really badly stung!   About this time I did get stung on my leg, and that is when I realized that YES, I did indeed have a swarm of wasps after me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a the split second decision to run into our home, and I was "okay", and then realized that Little Man was still outside on the lawn!  :P  Bad Mommy!!  So I called him in too, and held the  door open for him, but in doing so, let two or 3 more wasps in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace I was only stung twice!!  I attribute that totally to the still smallish voice that told me to look down (to see the wasps... yes, my vision is beyond pitiful) and to RUN!  Because if I had waited till I was sure the bugs flying around my legs were wasps, I would've really been in sorry shape.  But the even greater protection was that Little Man didn't get stung once, and that he never moved that rock himself in all the times he has been playing over there. Can you imagine?  Ugh!  The stuff of nightmares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bet you're wondering right about now,  "&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2088863"&gt;What is the best remedy for a bee sting&lt;/a&gt;?"  Oh!  So GLAD you asked!!  My dear hubbie found this site while I was waiting for the adrenaline rush to subside.  I am very thankful that someone posted this on the internet, but let's just say the author needs a new hobbie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-6234348117173018739?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6234348117173018739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=6234348117173018739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6234348117173018739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/6234348117173018739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/08/latest-buzz.html' title='The latest buzz'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115466097797102021</id><published>2007-08-10T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T23:19:17.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>These stones cry out!</title><content type='html'>I love when people come up with innovative ways to provoke spiritual thoughts and conversation.  Here is a nifty article about an idea so awesome and simple that I am jealous I didn't think of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.openheaven.com/forums/forum_posts.asp?TID=11229&amp;PN=1&amp;amp;TPN=1"&gt;http://www.openheaven.com/forums/forum_posts.asp?TID=11229&amp;PN=1&amp;amp;TPN=1&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think?  Does this inspire you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115466097797102021?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115466097797102021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115466097797102021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115466097797102021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115466097797102021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-stones-cry-out.html' title='These stones cry out!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-4823523426609514787</id><published>2007-07-18T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:08:56.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaa-aaack.... I think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, I crack myself up!! I laugh when I read my previous post... partly because I was so ignorant of what the next week would hold for me, and partly because... well... that was 8 months ago. LOL!! Well, did ya miss me?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story in a nutshell is this: Wee Fella was born on the 28th, following inducement. He just was NOT going to come out on his own. Hard to believe as I look back, because today I just can't get him to sit still!! Heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Two days before Wee Fella was born, I was admitted to the hospital with possible pneumonia... I couldn't catch my breath between coughs and began to hyperventilate. Don't think we ever really nailed down what was causing the awful coughing fits that I had, but suffice it to say the doctors pumped me full of antibiotics, tylenol, codeine and fluids, trying to get me healthy enough to deliver Wee Fella... Who at 9 lbs, 10 oz, should really be called "Lumpadump", as his Grandmother would no doubt have called him, had she lived to see the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Perhaps needless to say, being the mom of two boys under four has kept me busy, tired and convicted. I know there are some amazing blogging moms out there who probably could run rings around me daily. They are truly an inspiration. Where, O &lt;em&gt;WHERE&lt;/em&gt;, do they find the energy and/or the time?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-4823523426609514787?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4823523426609514787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=4823523426609514787&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4823523426609514787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/4823523426609514787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-baaa-aaack-i-think.html' title='I&apos;m Baaa-aaack.... I think!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-116433822435325761</id><published>2006-11-23T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T22:17:04.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful my baby's overdue!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, that's right...  I'm actually thankful that my Little-Lamb-to-be is overdue.  My sister tells me I'm probably the only one in the world that postpones an induction because I can wait a few more days.  :)  Can this be true?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, yes, I made it through Thanksgiving without going into labor and disrupting everyone's life, so I feel like a "good girl".  But the real reason I'm glad I'm overdue right now is because Little Man's cold/virus is probably the worst he's had, and now I've got it too.  Oh yeah!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, I realize that life is NOT perfect, and that we don't always have control over circumstances like births and holidays and the like, but let's face it, there are some things we CAN exercise control over....  Like being induced--or NOT-- just as your son comes down with the worst illness he's ever had.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Little Man can't even sleep for more than 4 hours at night, poor little guy.  So guess who else isn't getting sleep?  You got that right!!  I am amazed at how God pours out his grace on days and nights like this, and supernaturally provides me with the appropriate coping skills and maternal instincts!  I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, in and of myself, I just don't have it.   Even so, I feel like I'm already taxing even the unsearchable depths of God's grace, being sleep deprived for over a month now, 9 months pregnant and ill myself....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So,let's see, should I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to add a newborn's schedule and fragile immune system to this mix?  Are you for real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the really positive side, Dear Hubby granted my fondest wish today and took Little Man to the family gathering a half hour away, and left me alone so I could rest!!  Halleleujah!!  One more thing to be thankful for!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-116433822435325761?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116433822435325761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=116433822435325761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116433822435325761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116433822435325761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/11/thankful-my-babys-overdue.html' title='Thankful my baby&apos;s overdue!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-116416624584208905</id><published>2006-11-21T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:30:46.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving thanks for my hubbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever had one of those weeks where life seems to conspire against you?  I'm having one.  I'm actually having a few... in a row.  I'm inclined to rant and whine about it, but whenever I'm tempted, I realize even the most frustrating aspects of what I'm going through are nothing compared to what some people are going through.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow is my due date to give birth to my second son.  My first son, Little Man, was 19 days early.  It was quite a surprise at the time.  We were TOTALLY unprepared.  I was determined that would NOT happen this time around and so I decided THIS TIME we'd be prepared.... by the end of October.  I'm telling you... right down to finishing Christmas shopping and birthday shopping.... EVERYTHING had to be done!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you see where this is going?  I totally psyched myself out... expected the baby by Nov 3rd.... And now here it is, almost 3 weeks later... and I'm still waiting.  Waiting is hard enough, with all the physical limitations of being "great with child", but on top of it, Little Man has been consistently sick for about a month and a half.  A cold, a sinus infection, a cough that won't quit, a fever and now a virus.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On Monday, we dropped Little Man off with a friend and drove to the hospital thinking the birth of our son was imminent, but after 2 hours, we were sent home.  The contractions, while regular were not strong enough to be productive.  We were sure we'd be back in a few hours, but we scheduled an appointment to be induced this morning anyway.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the meantime, the big-brother-to-be came down with a fever/bad cough, and had a really rough night, as we all did.  He had about 3 hours of sleep.  I had about 4 and the Hubbie had about 5...  Little Man heard me getting ready at 5:30, and so he got up.  Then, as we were getting ready to leave for the hospital, I saw Little Man all curled up in a fetal position on our rocker-recliner, asleep in front of the news.  This NEVER happens!!  Sleep?  When the "TD" is on?  What?!!!  He was obviously really sick and it didn't seem right to just drop him off and go have another child.  So we decided to cancel the inducement.  (My sister tells me I'm the only one she knows that says she can wait to be induced a few more days!  LOL!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My hubbie is my hero!  He made the final call and the actual calls, because I just felt like if I didn't go through with the induction I was letting everyone down.  But the bottom line was that I kept thinking that if I had known yesterday what was going to transpire in the next 20 hours, I wouldn't have scheduled the inducement.  But this morning I felt like I was over a barrel and that everyone "needed" me to go ahead with it.  So now I'm just hoping that I don't ruin someone's Thanksgiving by going into the hospital on Thursday!  So I'm praying that the baby waits till Friday, when--hopefully--Little Man will be on the mend, and Hubbie's work schedule will be a little more flexible, and everyone will have had quality family and turkey time!!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-116416624584208905?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116416624584208905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=116416624584208905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116416624584208905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116416624584208905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/11/giving-thanks-for-my-hubbie.html' title='Giving thanks for my hubbie!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-116192829466662125</id><published>2006-10-27T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:51:34.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, have I mentioned that we are expecting a new arrival?  I confess that this little guy has been keeping me quite busy the last few weeks, and not letting me get much rest in return!  He and his big brother are already conspiring against me!!  No fair!  :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I see this sleep deprivation as the good Lord's way of preparing me for the months to come.  I already know that sleep will be in short supply, and I am amazed at how well I have been able to function on about 4-6 hours of sleep a night!!  Thank you Lord for a husband that works nights and lets me nap in the afternoons.  Don't know how I'd do it without the afternoon nap.  It's still a far cry from the amount of sleep I got before Ian came into our lives though.  I'm hoping that the transition to life with a newborn will be less traumatic this time around, having spent the last 35 months in training and all.   Well, we can hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At any rate, the little guy is due November 22nd...  about 4 weeks away... but since Ian was 2 1/2 weeks early, and caught us quite by surprise, I have been determined NOT to be caught so unprepared this time around.  So my goal has been to have everything ready by the end of October, even all the holiday shopping.  I'm sure I'm making my poor hubbie crazy.  And to be honest, I'm making myself crazy too.  Because the fact is, I feel so sure that this kid's arrival is right around the corner that I can't rest.  I have over-psyched myself out, friends!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even Ian has caught the fever!  A few days ago he began saying to me, quite out of the blue, that he was going to have a "bro'r" and that he would be "comin' soon!".  Since then, that seems to have become his new mantra.  He tells everyone he meets... in church, in stores, you name it... that his "bro'r" is "coming soon!".  He seems pretty excited about it.  I know it may not last, but it is the first I have seen that he's seeing this baby's arrival as  a positive thing, so I find it very encouraging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On that note, I'm going to head to bed for the second time this evening and hope that this time I can stay there!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-116192829466662125?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116192829466662125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=116192829466662125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116192829466662125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116192829466662125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/10/great-expectations.html' title='Great expectations'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-116053961858852692</id><published>2006-10-10T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:06:58.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parable about reaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I will always be thankful to my friend Christa who, in her motherly wisdom, shared with me the joy of blowing bubbles at bathtime.  For some reason, it had never occured to me.  The tub is the PERFECT place for bubbles!!  Duh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We don't use them every time, but a few times a week, I pull out the bubbles and start blowing them at my delighted son.  Lately, he has taken to standing up, and reaching for the singular bubbles just beyond his grasp, even though there are usually neverending clusters of new bubbles surrounding him...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I sit there, marvelling at the way he turns his back to the abundant supply all around him, and reaches for things that he will never be able to touch, I am reminded of how often I have done the same thing in life... ignoring the blessings God supplies everyday, and always wishing for more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It reminds me of this song, which has never failed to minister to me.  It's called "Reaching" by Carolyn Arends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a time I can recall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Four years old and three feet tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And both were out of reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And later on in my high school &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It seemed to me a little cruel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;How the right words to say always seemed to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just out of reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I should not have thought it strange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That growing causes growing pains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;‘Cause the more we learn the more we know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We don’t know anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But still it seems a tragic fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Living with this quiet ache &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The constant strain for what remains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chorus: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are reaching for the future &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are reaching for the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And no matter what we have we reach for more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are desperate to discover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is just beyond our grasp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe that’s what heaven is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times I can’t forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dressed up in my Sunday best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying not to squirm and to maybe learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit of what the preacher preached &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And later lying in the dark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I felt a stirring in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And though I longed to see what could not be seen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess I shouldn’t think it odd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Until we see the face of God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The yearning deep within us tells us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s more to come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So when we taste of the divine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It leaves us hungry every time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For one more taste of what awaits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When heaven’s gates are reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repeat chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are reaching for the future&lt;br /&gt;We are reaching for the past&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what we have we reach for more&lt;br /&gt;We are desperate to discover&lt;br /&gt;What is just beyond our grasp&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that’s what heaven is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that’s what heaven is for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a time I can recall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Four years old and three feet tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Trying to touch the stars and the cookie jar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And both were out of reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-116053961858852692?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/116053961858852692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=116053961858852692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116053961858852692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/116053961858852692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/10/parable-about-reaching.html' title='A Parable about reaching'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115483349898132816</id><published>2006-09-15T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T00:08:22.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, a little over a month ago we went on vacation where we were at the mercy of someone else's wireless network. It was sort of a forced blogfast. That lasted two weeks and turned out to be a wonderful rest on so many levels. Besides, I was down the Jersey shore, man!! There were lots of other ways to spend my evenings. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So now I'm back.... from outerspace... Oh, excuse me, that was just my mental jukebox cuing up Gloria Gainor... Disco flashback!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After two weeks of a blogfast I came to realize just how much of my time I was dedicating to reading blogs, writing blogs (believe me, I draft more often than I post) and finding new blogs. And I realized how little time I was spending on life!! So, a rearrangement of priorities is certainly in order. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The apostle Paul said that we are slaves to those things that we yield ourselves to obey, and I was sensing that the blogosphere was quickly becoming my master. Hopefully there's another way.... a way of balance! I'm going to give it another try in the hopes that there is a better way, a way that ministers to people's souls, honors the Lord, and has lasting significance. Seems like a tall order. A bit ambitious perhaps, but that's my goal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115483349898132816?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115483349898132816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115483349898132816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115483349898132816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115483349898132816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/09/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115457462904385842</id><published>2006-08-04T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:09:48.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training update, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, by now you may be tired of the potty training topic. Unless, that is, you're in this stage yourself or are about to "go there". But it's a free world, so if you're not interested come back in a few days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanted to share some of the cool things I've been gleaning from all my reading. Seems wrong to keep it to myself.... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've often heard of parent's using stickers or candy to reward their child when he was successful going to the potty. But we weren't quite there. One of the signs of readiness for toilet training is that your child stays dry for a couple of hours at a time, or wakes up dry after naps. Ian had never EVER had that kind of duration of dryness. UGH!! He always seemed to be constantly wet. So first, I wanted to teach him to stay dry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I read Potty Training in a Day, I was intrigued with their reward system. Instead of rewarding just for using the potty, they set a timer to check the child's diaper for dryness. When the diaper was dry, the child got some kind of reward. So I told Ian that we were going to try to stay dry and I began doing the diaper check every half hour. I gave Ian two M&amp;amp;M mini's whenever he was dry. Pretty soon he started telling me himself when when he was dry or wet. Hallelujah!! And miracle of miracles he would go a couple of hours without wetting now it's almost SCARY how long he can stay dry for. Yeah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the verdict seems to be that this practice seems to have raised Ian's awareness of the bladder control mechanism. He's not too anxious to use the potty, but he is able to stay dry for long periods of time and that's half the battle in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115457462904385842?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115457462904385842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115457462904385842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115457462904385842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115457462904385842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/potty-training-update-part-2.html' title='Potty Training update, part 2'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115474768621686487</id><published>2006-08-04T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:56:58.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundaes on Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Went to my second SAHM Meetup yesterday. It was actually a "Make your own Sundae" social. We had 5 moms and 10 little rugrats under 6 all meeting at our brave hostess' brand new home. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Our hostess, Sharon, was pretty smart about it too.  She bought the little ice cream cups, all in vanilla, so there were no arguments about how much ice cream and what flavor.  Then we each got to add our own toppings... YUMMMY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Best of all was that I had been craving ice cream for DAYS!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115474768621686487?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115474768621686487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115474768621686487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115474768621686487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115474768621686487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/sundaes-on-friday.html' title='Sundaes on Friday'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115448799959562502</id><published>2006-08-02T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:06:39.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plunging in to painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've been thinking for awhile now about delving into the fingerpainting realm. Seems so mean to not let my crafty boy dabble in this wonderful medium. But it is with great trepidation that I even pause to consider it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I was delighted and intrigued recently when I read &lt;a href="http://www.unretouchedphoto.com/2006/06/21/a-little-of-this-and-that/"&gt;one mom's suggestion&lt;/a&gt; of using plain old water, a paintbrush and a sheet of construction paper to make-believe paint! WELL!! I was all over that idea. And I'm recommending it to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ian loves using a paintbrush, and when the construction paper gets wet, it changes colors. It's quite a thrill for him! Plus, cleanup is a breeze and once the paper's dry it can be used again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And the benefit of this is that it taught me that I was not wrong regarding the fingerpainting famine! The first time Ian got the paintbrush wet he stood at the table waving it in the air, sprinkling water hither and yon!! Praise the Lord, no paint, or my curtains would've been spattered with his exuberance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115448799959562502?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115448799959562502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115448799959562502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115448799959562502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115448799959562502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/plunging-in-to-painting.html' title='Plunging in to painting'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115207328202534148</id><published>2006-08-01T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:29:07.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, I kind of felt I should give a brief update on "potty training" for any who are interested. After my last post on the subject, I got a few emails and phone calls on the subject saying "let me know what you find". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aside: Why are people so reluctant to leave comments? Any opinions? Leave a comment! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Back to the adventure at hand... Here's some books I've read that were worthwhile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0916773647/sr=8-23/qid=1154482762/ref=sr_1_23/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8"&gt;Toilet Training by Vicki Lanski &lt;/a&gt;- By far the easiest to read, with interesting tips from REAL MOMS and suggestions on books and websites to check out. Some of this stuff I would NEVER have thought of in a million years. Well, okay, maybe when it was too late! The tips are what stand out in my mind. The actual advice from the author was okay, but very basic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0671693808/ref=sr_11_1/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8"&gt;Toilet Training in Less Than a Day by Natha Azrin &lt;/a&gt;- Interesting book, goes step by step thru their method, and their method is VERY specific. They focus on the importance of independence for the child and the parent. In other words, if my child has to tell ME he has to go to the bathroom, and I have to HELP him, then he's not fully trained. They talk about training the child each step of the way... practicing how to take pants down, practicing walking rapidly to the potty, practicing dumping the "product" in the toilet, flushing, washing, etc. Needless to say, to pull this off in less than a day, you can do nothing else. I won't be using their method, but it really made me think about a lot of things differently, so I have already been incorporating their ideas, and I'm going to mention them below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0316542377/sr=1-1/qid=1154482995/ref=sr_1_1/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Toilet Learning: The picture book technique for Children and Parents by Allison Mack&lt;/a&gt; - Interesting concept. The first half of the book is written for parents, the last half is a picture book for kids. I have to confess to not getting very far into the parents' part of the book myself, because Ian discovered the picture book part and LOVES it! The part of it he likes best shows different people on the potty... A fireman, a mailman, a doctor, a babysitter, mommy, daddy, Grandpa and Grandma. Plus it emphasizes that there are bathrooms pretty much anywhere you go, which I imagine is a comforting thought to a child. I know it is to ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Books and Videos Ian has really liked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0916291456/sr=1-1/qid=1154483245/ref=pd_bbs_1/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;Everyone Poops by Taro Gomi&lt;/a&gt; - Going to a baby shower anytime soon? Get this book!! It's hysterical and kind of gross, but kids love it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toilet Learning by Alison Mack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0764152327/sr=1-1/qid=1154483315/ref=sr_1_1/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;The Potty Book for Boys by Alyssa Satin Capucilli&lt;/a&gt; - Just got this from the libray, but Ian seems to like it already. It shows a boy (and his teddy) learning about going potty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00000IBW5/sr=8-2/qid=1154483762/ref=sr_1_2/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8"&gt;Winston's Potty &lt;/a&gt;- By far the most requested video he had for the week we had it. It was in rough shape though, so I need to get it from a different library. Again, I thought it was lacking, but he LOVED it and it was definitely registering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/6301812328/sr=1-2/qid=1154483862/ref=sr_1_2/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=video"&gt;Once Upon a Potty For Him by Alona Frankel &lt;/a&gt;- Theres a video and a book. He likes the video, doesn't care for the book too much. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I also found an activity book about going potty that we just started using. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/097082260X/sr=8-1/qid=1154483969/ref=sr_1_1/104-0876351-9385551?ie=UTF8"&gt;My Potty Activity Book +45 Potty Training Tips by Tracy Foote&lt;/a&gt;. I bought it because the reviews were overwhelmingly positive, but I'm a bit unimpressed by it. It's basically a coloring book for the kids that explains the whole potty training process. I guess the true test is whether it helps Ian get from point A to point B. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115207328202534148?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115207328202534148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115207328202534148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115207328202534148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115207328202534148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/08/potty-training-update.html' title='Potty Training update'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115396797898269716</id><published>2006-07-26T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:39:38.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's cooking?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have often thought how cool it would be to have a little item on the right sidebar called, "What's cooking?!"  And there I would just post what we had for dinner.  I haven't really looked into doing that, time being what it is, so I thought I'd just post for now.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am not especially gifted in the area of cooking.  Oh, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but even the recipes I have tried seem to rarely succeed!  So when I (or more likely, my wonderful hubby) find something that works, I like to make a note of it.  I am also constantly wondering what others are making for dinner, because I am constantly looking for new things to try.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tonight Steve made Pierogies, fried with kielbasa and shallots.  We accompanied this with a yummy cheddar cheese sauce (I CAN make a nice cheese sauce!) and peas.  It  was a hit!!  YUMMMM!  Kudos to my dear hubby for coming up with this combo.  I would've been happy to eat the Pierogies plain with sour cream, but that's not exactly a balanced meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, what did YOU have for dinner?!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115396797898269716?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115396797898269716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115396797898269716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115396797898269716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115396797898269716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-cooking.html' title='What&apos;s cooking?!!'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115327948047508342</id><published>2006-07-18T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:25:29.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marking Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Believe it or not, I'm in the middle of a long, involved blog about our potty training adventure... Heh! But being a perfectionist, I need to kind of fine tune it. So I thought I would just share a great idea I was reading about the other day in our paper. &lt;a href="http://timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=499929&amp;category=REGION&amp;amp;newsdate=7/15/2006"&gt;The lady in the story was being deployed to Iraq&lt;/a&gt;. Her 6 year old son asked her, "How long is a year?" So she made him a paper chain, with a link for each day, and each week is color coded. Every day her son can rip one of the links off to tick off the days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought it was especially great, because Steve will be taking a trip to Peru next month for about 9 days. (Yeah, nine days alone with a toddler!! Anyone want to grab some coffee with me?! :) The last time Steve went to Peru, I made a little calendar for Ian and he got to put stickers on it every day Daddy was gone. But I like the chain idea, especially because I started thinking about putting prayer requests on each link, so we could pray for something specific to that day. But what a great way to mark the passing of time in general!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115327948047508342?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115327948047508342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115327948047508342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115327948047508342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115327948047508342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/marking-time.html' title='Marking Time'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115284839752868613</id><published>2006-07-13T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:41:10.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three hours one Thursday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today, I departed from my usual "frenzied" morning schedule, which if I was to disclose it would probably not seem very frenzied to you at all, so I'm not going to describe my normal activities. :) But today it was raining and last night I had gotten frustrated with the state of our home, so I decided that this morning would be dedicated to staying at home and trying to create order out of the CHAOS! (&lt;a href="http://flylady.net/"&gt;Flylady&lt;/a&gt; describes this as Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome, which I think is sheer genious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so rather than run errands or take the Little Man to the park, Little Man and I stayed home. For three hours I tidied up the kitchen, the dining area, did laundry and tidied up the living room and when it was over I thought... "Why doesn't it look like I did anything?" In the old days, when I was a professional housecleaner, I could clean a 3 or 4 bedroom house in 3 hours!! Shazam!! Today, I barely made a dent in 2 rooms. Very discouraging. But then I have a 2 1/2 year old boy in the house! And he must be kept well occupied in productive, constructive activities! Plus, ya need to take the occasional tickle or snack break, don't ya?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;So if you walked in to my house this afternoon, 5 minutes after Little Man went down for his nap, you'd be pretty unimpressed with my progress. I'm fairly sure, &lt;a href="http://the-sparrows-nest.blogspot.com/"&gt;my new role model&lt;/a&gt;'s house never looks this way. And yes, I was disheartened, but then I spent another half hour or so picking up toys and putting up a border of plates in my kitchen and things were looking up! :) What a difference a toddler-free 30 minutes can make! And as I reasoned to myself, I still got 3 hours of housework in that I would've had to do at another time, so it was worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115284839752868613?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115284839752868613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115284839752868613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115284839752868613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115284839752868613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/three-hours-one-thursday.html' title='Three hours one Thursday'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115207324986232229</id><published>2006-07-05T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:35:20.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Imaginary Closet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some privileged few who know me &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;WELL&lt;/em&gt; know all about my imaginary closet. I'm not so much a purchaser as I am a browser. Some people purchase on impulse. I am one of those that will argue myself out of the things I really want, writing them off as unpractical, not really ME or just too expensive to justify. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't feel sorry for me, though, because I will take that "thing" along with me in my imagination as I leave the store.... technically not really shoplifting! :)  I will hang that item up in my imaginary closet and enjoy it there for weeks, months and years to come and never once regret not buying it. It's a gift!!  I base this on the law of diminishing marginal returns which states (basically) that at some point, the more you have of something, the less you appreciate that thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, my imaginary closet works for me!! But my beloved mother-in-law, who was a shopper and purchaser to the core, could never understand this. She loved me in spite of it, but when we went shopping together, I made her crazy... which in reality only increased the pleasure of the item in my imaginary closet.  Ahhh!  The memories!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"If you like it, why didn't you buy it?!", she'd say with exasperation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"I don't need it.", I'd reply with a smile.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ah, GUFFF!!", she'd exclaim.  (This favorite saying of hers was the combined sounds of frustration and disappointment, and always made me smile.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I say all this only by way of explanation....Can you make this jump?....  I have caught myself recently making mental notes on places that would be fun to visit without a child... you know, on a date!! Yes, yes, it's true.  I am starting to take imaginary dates.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The most recent place I happened upon through and ad in the paper. It's called "&lt;a href="http://www.thewhistlingkettle.com/home"&gt;The Whistling Kettle&lt;/a&gt;". Just checking out their website sent me on an imaginary date. :)  So much fun!! I mean, just look at their &lt;a href="http://www.thewhistlingkettle.com/menu1"&gt;menu&lt;/a&gt;!  Yummy!  Makes me feel like I'm back in Scotland.  I really do need to get out more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115207324986232229?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115207324986232229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115207324986232229&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115207324986232229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115207324986232229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-imaginary-closet.html' title='My Imaginary Closet'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114895631656929727</id><published>2006-06-28T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:42:02.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love being a Mommy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I recently read a MOPS newsletter, and the author had been encouraged, after a discouraging day, to make a list about why she loved being a mommy. I thought that was a great idea, so here is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Snuggling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Toddler smoochies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Giggles and smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Reading books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Having an excuse to play at the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seeing the world through new eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;New insights into God's love, patience and grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The sounds of my husband and son laughing and playing together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Newfound discipline and self-sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Built in activity during otherwise uncomfortable gatherings! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pushing myself to be more social and more active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seemingly miraculous powers to heal and to comfort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cool toys to play with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The joy of blowing bubbles during bath and play time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114895631656929727?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114895631656929727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114895631656929727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114895631656929727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114895631656929727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-i-love-being-mommy.html' title='Why I love being a Mommy....'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115094343980392841</id><published>2006-06-23T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T23:21:52.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay At Home Mom Site</title><content type='html'>I found an interesting ad for a SAHM website at a library I was visiting last week. I took the little tear-off strip, and brought it home to check it out. Now I'm going to share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The site I saw was for Stay At Home Moms to meet up with others in their area, but there are other groups, based on interest. So if you're looking for scrapbooking or web design groups in your area you might like to check it out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sahm.meetup.com/browse/"&gt;http://sahm.meetup.com/browse/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meetup.com/browse/"&gt;http://www.meetup.com/browse/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found and joined four groups in our area. Even though I haven't met any of the women personally, I've been able to browse the area message boards. So far I have found tips on maternity consignment shops, fun places to bring kids, and the local going rates for babysitters. Pretty cool. Wish I knew about this a year ago!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115094343980392841?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115094343980392841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115094343980392841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115094343980392841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115094343980392841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/stay-at-home-mom-site.html' title='Stay At Home Mom Site'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-115094271595188146</id><published>2006-06-21T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:20:50.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambling at McDonald's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday we decided, as a treat, to hit the local McDonald's for dinner. It's got a GREAT play area that is about two stories tall, with shelf-like platforms for climbing, little plastic tunnels, net tunnels and a two-story high corkscrew slide. We had never gone in before and DH thought DS would really enjoy it. DS was very excited, but there were a lot of "big kids" there, scrambling around, playing hide and seek, being loud and just enjoying themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;DS started scrambling up the "shelves" and quickly staggered back down in tears. He was totally intimidated!! Poor kid. And this was the start of our "dinner", so what's a parent to do? No amount of cajoling could get DS into the action. Of course, just ignoring the big play area was out of the question. Whose idea were these things? Are eating greasy food and playing in tight spaces really a good idea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, being the compassionate mom that she is, SheWhoIs18WeeksPregnant thought that if she just went up once, that would reassure DS and he would be able to continue on without her. LOL!! Yeah, that's funny! Let me tell ya, those little tunnels are NOT made for blossoming bellies. Surprise, surprise. And yet, knowing this I continued to go up another 5 times over the course of our time there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the bright side, you can see that my back is in much better shape! I believe it just passed the ultimate test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-115094271595188146?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/115094271595188146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=115094271595188146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115094271595188146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/115094271595188146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/scrambling-at-mcdonalds.html' title='Scrambling at McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114999437906780871</id><published>2006-06-10T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:56:22.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping an eye on eBay</title><content type='html'>I need to stop going on rants and saving them as drafts. In my head, I've posted a blog, but as I look back at the dates I actually posted something, I realize I haven't posted in a week!! Too sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our paper recently put a local lady on the front page because she was selling the right to &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/I-WILL-CHANGE-MY-LAST-NAME-ADVERTISE_W0QQitemZ9528076509QQihZ007QQcategoryZ102333QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;change her last name&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt;. Must have been a slow news day. You can &lt;a href="http://www.timesunion.com/AspStories/story.asp?storyID=489928"&gt;read the story&lt;/a&gt; yourself if you're interested, but the gist of it was that she is auctioning off her last name for a starting bid of $25,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is impressed by her creativity and her desire to supplement her husband's salary, while staying home with the kids. The other part of me is amazed at someone being so willing to hand over control of something so personal as her name!! I'm not sure I could ever do that. (Kind of reminds me of the Friends episode where Phoebe changed her married name to &lt;a href="http://www.friendscafe.org/scripts/s10/1014.shtml"&gt;Princess Consuela Banna Hammock&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I have &lt;a href="http://www.ebay.com"&gt;eBay&lt;/a&gt; on the brain, because I've been watching quite a few items this week. After all this devouring of all things related to potty training, I started looking online for deals on training pants. Yep!! No Huggies or Pampers Pull-up pants for us. I've tried them. They haven't worked for our little guy. They just keep him too dry. Although, I see that Huggies just came out with a "cool alert" pull-up that I just might try to get the ball rolling or for when we are travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just over at &lt;a href="http://www.mommylife.net/archives/2006/06/the_ebay_song.html"&gt;MommyLife&lt;/a&gt; and Barb Curtis seemed to know I had eBay on the brain and sent me &lt;a href="http://rayz.com/eBaySong.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to hear the eBay song by Weird Al Yankovic. :) I've always loved that man, and I actually saw a bit of myself in this song, so it gave me a good chuckle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114999437906780871?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114999437906780871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114999437906780871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114999437906780871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114999437906780871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/06/keeping-eye-on-ebay.html' title='Keeping an eye on eBay'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114913034847939006</id><published>2006-05-31T22:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:55:45.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is with some measure of anxiety and intrepidation that I have been thinking about potty training my dear unsuspecting boy. Actually, I have been thinking about it since we bought his potty seat in December, but I allowed myself to be "convinced" by more experienced moms that it was really too soon to start for one reason or another. When the morning sickness and exhaustion hit in March, I decided to wait till I was in my second trimester and had a little more life in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But now, the dear boy is not as compliant as he was about 6 months ago, so I'm wondering... Did I wait too long? I'm anticipating a battle, but I think I can use his loathing of all types of stickiness to my advantage!! (Even while this child is eating french fries, he is fussing about his fingers being "sticky" at every bite.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had it in my head that I would begin this craziness in June, since the weather was warmer and since we didn't have much travel planned for that month. He is about 28 months now, and is talking up a storm and is much more aware of his body processes. So today I picked up three books on potty training from the library. The one I'm reading first is called "Toilet training in less than a day". I mean, if that was possible, why futz around with the other two books? I can't say I hold out much hope for this method, but I give the authors credit for their optimism. According to them, in their studies this method worked within 2 1/2 HOURS for children over 26 months!! Whaaa-aat?!! Anyone out there think this is realistic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personally, I had considered switching to cloth diapers for this phase, initially and then move quickly to cloth trainers. We've already tried the Pull-ups that are supposed to help the child learn when he was wet. These things just don't work. So I'm thinking the way to go, until my books tell me otherwise, is the "shock and awe method" of switching to cloth one day and letting the boy get the feel for what we're trying to accomplish. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have also recently read of a product called "&lt;a href="http://pottytrainingsolutions.com/shop/product_info.php?products_id=28"&gt;PODS discreet strips&lt;/a&gt;" which can supposedly be attached like a mini-pad in a child's underpants to absorb and neutralize accidents. They also give a cool wet sensation to the child. The claim is that the child is potty-trained by the time you get to the end of the box... Sounds nice, doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114913034847939006?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114913034847939006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114913034847939006&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114913034847939006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114913034847939006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114896027048078176</id><published>2006-05-29T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T23:37:50.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Just got back from a weekend at my sister's. It was a combination of my niece's 3rd birthday, our Dad's birthday and our Annual Family Christmas Exchange. Yes... we are a bit out of season. I won't say whether we're early for this year or late for last year. That will be our little family secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now, you may be wondering just why it is that our celebration is so untimely.... I think that we are often wondering the same thing. It's complicated.... Dad is a snowbird and is often way out of the area at that "Most Wonderful Time of the Year". This year, one of my sisters was "great with child" during the aforementioned wonderful time, and so travel was out of the question, naturally. The rest of us? Well, we do have lives too, ya know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But May is nice. We don't usually do anything for Memorial Day anyway, so it actually worked out well. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114896027048078176?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114896027048078176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114896027048078176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114896027048078176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114896027048078176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/family-traditions.html' title='Family Traditions'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114852268637579669</id><published>2006-05-24T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:18:40.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The back has been slowly improving over the last week or so and I'm sooooo thankful. I barely notice any pain these days, which is nothing sort of miraculous to my mind. I know a lot of people have been praying for me, so if you were one of them, Thanks!! The last time my back was in that kind of shape it took months to recover and only with the constant wearing of a back brace. Let me tell ya, in my current state that would NOT have been pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other update, now that I feel safe in letting the cat out of the bag, is that we are expecting a new addition to the family in November. I have taken to calling him (or her) Tater for the time being. So this, in short, helps to explain the back pain and also my dread at what the future held if things did not improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the pregnancy, I am in the lovely stage where my regular clothes no longer really fit comfortabley and the pregnancy clothes in the closet just remind me how much further I still have to go. Yeah!! I call this the warm-up stage, because that's pretty much all I can wear: warm up pants and t-shirts. Very sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114852268637579669?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114852268637579669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114852268637579669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114852268637579669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114852268637579669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/latest-news.html' title='The latest news'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114774778312592004</id><published>2006-05-15T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:51:05.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't know if you've been following the latest round of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/survivor12/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Survivor Panama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... I have, to an almost embarassing degree. Well, last night I subjected my poor husband to the three hour finale. Keep in mind the man hasn't seen a single episode leading up to the finale. You can imagine how thrilled he was!! :) (Actually, he kind of seemed to get into it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard for me to watch these kinds of shows and not get all emotionally entangled in the political process, the mind-games, the physical challenges. At the beginning of the season, I don't know these people and I don't much care about them, but at some point, I become invested. I want certain people out!! Shane and Courtney for example! I want certain people to win.... Cirie or Terry, even when I realize the deck may be stacked against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night... what an upset!! Who would've thought Danielle would win the immunity challenge? Who would've thought she'd take Aras with her? Who would have thought Aras would win the whole deal?!! I tell you what.... I was NOT happy. If ever anyone probably deserved to win it was Terry. Like him or not, I've never seen anyone else Outwit, Outplay and Outlast anyone like he did. Too bad when he lost the immunity idol he failed to win the only immunity challenge he needed to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114774778312592004?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114774778312592004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114774778312592004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114774778312592004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114774778312592004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/survivor.html' title='Survivor'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114714007855010682</id><published>2006-05-08T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T22:01:18.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tender Heart for My Aching Back</title><content type='html'>About 15 years ago, as I crossed my legs at the table of my college cafeteria,  my back suddenly "went out" with out any warning.  The pain was so great that all I could do was rest all my weight on my elbows at the table while friends went for help and a car.  What the heck happened?!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pivotal moment in my life when I realized how quickly my health could leave me.  The recovery from that episode was long and at times excruciating.  If you've ever had REAL back pain, it's something you will never forget.  You can't do anything without pain if your back doesn't work right....  Walking, sitting, sleeping, sneezing, even laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the initial pain dissipated over a course of 6 months, I became accustomed to living with a nagging sort of pain for several years after that.  Thankfully, one day I realized that the pain was gone.  Sure now and again there were revisitations of some pain, but those have been nowhere near as intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lived with the concern though, that pregnancy would cause the pain to reappear.  By God's grace, my back actually fared quite well during my last pregnancy, and actually seemed a little better than usual.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, we had an awful scare, as I had been doing a craft on the floor with Ian and had gotten up and felt the familiar sciatic nerve pinch.  No biggie.  I've had it before.  It comes.  It goes.  But today, it escalated rapidly, and like 15 years ago, completely without warning.  As I tried to find a comfortable (read: less painful) position, I ended up on the floor, lying on my back and in tears.  Not so much for the pain, but for the fear that the old enemy had returned, as I had long feared it would.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve grabbed an icepack and a blanket and helped me get comfortable on the floor, and tried to encourage Ian to let me rest.  Poor Ian!  He was very concerned at seeing Mommy in tears.  He patted my chest as if to say, "there, there".  "I help", he said, and he grabbed a damp washcloth off our crafting table and wiped my face.  Then he grabbed his sippy cup with orange kool-aid in it and tried to give me a drink!!  :)  Too bad he has a cold, and he was jamming it between my lips, pursed in defense of the cold germs!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's the thought that counts, and his thoughts were all very kind.  Unfortunately, the irony of the situation, and the weirdness of it (to be on the receiving end of a toddler's attempts at compassion) made me giggle a bit, which made my back hurt and made me cry in pain.  It was a vicious circle.  The more Ian tried to help, the more tickled I became, and the more pain I was ultimately in.  But I will always treasure his care and concern, and thank God for his tender heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114714007855010682?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114714007855010682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114714007855010682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114714007855010682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114714007855010682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/tender-heart-for-my-aching-back.html' title='A Tender Heart for My Aching Back'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114679679210178552</id><published>2006-05-04T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:36:23.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winnie the Pooh and Jesus</title><content type='html'>Recently, Ian began attending a "real" sunday school class--one that is not only dedicated to playing for the full hour he is there. He actually makes things and colors pictures about some Bible passage that (I assume) has been read to the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting to me that the coloring sheets they give him also come with stickers or some other "crafty" thing for him to add. When he gets home and we put up the picture, inevitably he tries to remove the stickers, because he likes repositioning stickers all around the house and his body until they are no longer sticky. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post-it note makers take note:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Repositionable stickers would be a toddler goldmine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/2549/1600/P4150010.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Resurrection of Pooh and Jesus" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/565/2549/320/P4150010.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the last few weeks Ian has also gotten the idea that he can add his own stickers to his Sunday school papers. Why not? One day as a reward he got a couple of Elmo stickers. I put them on his shirt and he removed them and added them to the picture of Jesus healing the lady with an issue of blood!! I gotta say that freaked me out for just a second.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Easter, he got a couple of Pooh stickers and added them to his picture about Jesus' resurrection! So here's Winnie the Pooh, Tigger and Eeyore, floating in the air, next to Jesus... It's just wrong!! But I have to admit that it makes me smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114679679210178552?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114679679210178552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114679679210178552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114679679210178552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114679679210178552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/05/winnie-pooh-and-jesus.html' title='Winnie the Pooh and Jesus'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114575509681999645</id><published>2006-04-22T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:26:26.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Ya Been?</title><content type='html'>Well, no quote today, just a little post.  The whole family has been under the weather for over a week.  Lots of fun!!  The previous quote about my being a walking napkin turns out to have been prophetic!  :0  I'll need to be more careful about my quotes in the future!!  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of this, life goes on.  A close friend of mine from college and I have been discussing the concept of an online "small group".  I haven't found much out there in cyberspace that claims to be a small group, except for those run by churches for their congregants, which I kind of find surprising, actually.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dear friend lives about 13 hours away, so we thought this blog might be the perfect place for the occasional biblical discussion.  We're looking into some topics and books now.  Don't really know how it's going to work, but we're going to give it a shot.  If you happen upon one of these discussions, you are free to join in with questions or comments.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114575509681999645?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114575509681999645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114575509681999645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114575509681999645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114575509681999645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-ya-been.html' title='Where Ya Been?'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114426195806117732</id><published>2006-04-05T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T14:34:17.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walking Napkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was in my 30's, I called it the wiping decade, becase I was always wiping something: tears, bottoms, runny noses, countertops. I felt like a walking napkin. - Stasi Eldredge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can relate to this right now. Last week my two year old came down with a stomach virus. You don't want to know the details, trust me, but there was a lot of wiping going on. Poor thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That storm is quickly behind us, but he has discovered a new phrase, "I cyin", which translated means, "I'm crying." At some point last week, Ian became frustrated when he did not get his own way. And so he was crying... or fussing, as I call it at those times. I didn't know exactly what the problem was so I kept saying, "what's wrong?" and he responded with this brand new phrase... "I cyin". "Your car?" "Your crayon?" It took a few minutes for me to figure out that the poor sad boy was saying "I'm crying". And he was saying it in such a way that I could tell he thought I should do something to make it stop. So there were tissues and hugs and kisses and all was right with the world. The magic of a walking napkin! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114426195806117732?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114426195806117732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114426195806117732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114426195806117732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114426195806117732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/04/walking-napkin.html' title='A Walking Napkin'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114348595812853515</id><published>2006-03-27T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:02:02.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ideal mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to be the ideal mother, but I'm too busy raising my kids.&lt;br /&gt;-Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I just read this quote today and it made me laugh...and heave a sigh of relief!! I feel like this most days. I'm sure that I'm not the ideal mother. If I was would I be blogging instead of doing laundry, cleaning up extraneous toys and planning a scrumptious 5 course meal? But I'm happy and content and so is my son, so why worry? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114348595812853515?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114348595812853515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114348595812853515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114348595812853515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114348595812853515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/ideal-mother.html' title='The ideal mother'/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24571826.post-114308447369172175</id><published>2006-03-22T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:27:53.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first post!!  Ta-Da!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24571826-114308447369172175?l=whispersofgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/114308447369172175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24571826&amp;postID=114308447369172175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114308447369172175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24571826/posts/default/114308447369172175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersofgrace.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-post-ta-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Grace Whisperer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03984405494956557623</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
