Two wonderful things have happened lately (post burn day).  One, I truly believe was a miracle. 
 I've been waking up with a lot of back pain lately and it has been putting a damper on things in general for me.  For a few days now I've been trying to put God in my mind as soon as I can make the decision to do so after waking in the morning.  I have not had that back pain since I've been doing this!
 The other really awesome thing involves my husband.  He was hunting the other day (Monday night, I think) and as soon as he arrived to the property where he hunts, his truck battery died.  He was alone way up on the hill where he usually doesn't see anyone else.  And his cell phone didn't have any minutes on it.  It sounds pretty bad but it was actually even stickier because he'd seen bears up where he hunts.  My husband is very cool and levelheaded about what to do in situations like these.  Even so, he was up a creek w/ out a paddle, pretty much.  So up drives a man in a truck, who happened to have jumper cables.  Yeah!  The man told Felipe his name but names don't adhere well to my guy.  Felipe made it back down the hill (his major thought was that he didn't even get to hunt, jeez) and of course the battery died as soon as he got to my parents house.  Thank you God for Angels with jumper cables!     

 My poor, sweet Gianina Rosa has an enormous 2nd degree burn on her upper left arm.  She went to the doctor yesterday and he said it looked super.  I know he meant that it looked like it was healing "super" but that is definitely not the word to descibe how it looks.  Poor baby!  Doc said it probably won't scar permanently but it will take a year before the scar goes away.  How did this come about?  Little one was playing out on the deck while Papa was bar-b-queing chicken.  Papa came in (10 feet away) to get a plate and within seconds she was screaming.  Talk about chaos - what to do? What to do?!  My husband said not to put it under water, no ice, my mother-in-law said to slather it in mashed up beans, I could only gather enough wits about me to slather the wound in neosporin.  I still think we should have run it under cool water.  The burn is about three inches long and about one inch wide.  The skin turned black, like charred chicken skin.  Horrible.  She dealt with it REALLY well and slept soundly despite it all.  The next day the black skin peeled right off to reveal nauseatingly white skin - which I also slathered w/ neosporin (while she squirmed).  Gianina kept saying, "my owie no hurt no more".  So brave.  She needed new princess slippers and Marie (white kitten from Disney's Aristocats movie) pajamas to make her ( mostly me) feel like she'd been rewarded for being such a trooper.  The new rule at our home is that no kids are allowed on the deck while the bar-b-que is in use.  I know, this should have been a rule already but I guess I was too relaxed since none of my other three children had ever been burnt by it.  Lesson learned at the expense of my precious little girl.  Soooo sad.  No picture, I don't want to remember how it looked. 

I love color!  This flowering maple is climbing up the side of my house.  It looks so pretty even if my husband doesn't like things against the house (yes, I understand why).

It seems like I do dishes from the time I get out of bed to the time I go to sleep.  I certainly had a black cloud over my head this morning.  "I'm so tired, my back still hurts, blah blah blah."  When I remembered something our pastor said on Sunday.  He said that until he focuses on God in the morning, everything is about himself.  That was me!  I hadn't said a prayer this morning or even thought of God, just myself.  So I refocused and counted my blessings.  Thank you God for being so much bigger than me and all of my little ( or big) selfish moments.  Like medicine, my mood lifted and I remembered that I'm working for God.  This life is so short, enjoy the blessings and keep focused on Him.  Time to start the week.

  Well, we all had the stomach flu this week.  Except, of course, for my husband who only ever gets a "touch" of something.  I'm so glad, too, because that way he can help the rest of us!  Being sick makes me grateful for many things.  Washing machines and dishwashers to name a couple.  And of course, for feeling better!
  I kicked the bug just in time to be able to make a birthday cake for two little girls that I babysit.  Orange chiffon w/ fairy flowers (nasturtium)  on top.  So much fun to make and more to eat!

 I don't ever want to forget the funny things my babies say.  Unfortunately, I have a really bad memory and a worse case of not writing things down (anywhere I might find them again, anyway).  I am excited to have this blog now so that I can record things during nap time. 
  It is hunting season right now and my husband and I were remembering something Angel said a couple of years ago that made an impression.  We were all in the car and my sweet baby was jabbering on as they do.  Out of nowhere come the words, "butt crack".  I remember being mortified that my little boy knew these words and also annoyed that my older two were now very interested in what little brother was going on about.  Then we all heard him very clearly say, "hunting".  The "Ahhhh" moment came.  I put it together very quickly for everyone that he was saying, "buck rack".  As in the buck's antlers (what my husband calls them, more specifically).
  Another word that Angel has made "his" is the word: foopy.  He made this up himself and has the rights to use it in whatever context he feels like apparently.  We still like to hear him say it.  No real story to go with, just a cute kid word.

 I love this weather!  It has been cold and clear in the mornings until today.  Waiting outside with the kids for the bus is one of my morning joys.  This morning was warm with just a little breeze.  I just hope it doesn't rain for Sofia's class trip to the pumpkin patch. 
 We are all excited that it is Friday.  This weekend is full of fun things that we get to do.  Angel has a soccer game and those are always a blast. Sofia has a dance rehearsal.  I am  really happy that Sofia's ballet studio is doing their performace late November and early December.  That means a more relaxing December!   Sofia's ballet teacher is so wonderful and considerate.
  This morning I'll make my neighbor his apple pie and then that will be something off of my list.  My daycare kiddos are going to paint the night sky today - I love seeing what they choose to paint. 
  So many blessings.  God is taking care of my family so lovingly and generously.  Thank you, Father, for Fall!