tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45098712658920467672024-03-05T16:54:44.729-08:00Blessings From AboveMissionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-19965802191310727172011-09-25T12:45:00.001-07:002011-09-25T12:45:34.561-07:005x7 Folded Card<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; height:494px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif);"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter" style="height:482px; padding: 0 6px 0 6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); background-repeat:repeat-y;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewLogo" style="width: 105px; height: 34px; padding: 14px 0 0 14px;"><img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewContainer" style="height:350px; text-align:center; padding: 0;"><a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0AYtmrhs2at2LCMA&cid=SFLYOCWIDGET&eid=115"><img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/0AYtmrhs2at2PA/0AYtmrhs2at2PMIs/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1316979774000/0/" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;"></a></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" style="height:55px; background-color:#f4f4e9; text-align:center; padding: 15px 0 15px 0; line-height: 19px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewTitle" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 15px; color: #333333; font-weight: bold;"><span>Your Day Tangerine Birthday Card</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>Create custom cards for Valentines Day and <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/easter-cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">Easter</a> at Shutterfly.</span></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection" style="font-family: arial, sans-seris; font-size: 13px; color: #333333;"><span>View the entire <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery" style="color: #6666cc;">collection</a> of cards.</span></div><img width="1" height="1" border="0" style="padding: 0; background: #ffffff; border: none; box-shadow: none;" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=msc&c2=blogger" /></div></div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom" style="height:6px; background-image:url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif);"></div></div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-30223281070980756152011-08-25T21:28:00.000-07:002011-08-25T21:28:49.132-07:00Almost 2!WOW! I am SO behind in the blogging world..of mine that is! With our trip home I just had no time to write. But here I am back at it. I would write about our trip home but I blogged about that on our Honduras blog at <a href="http://chadandtrinabaron.com/">chadandtrinabaron.com</a>. So I am going to catch up on the last two months of my sweet boy. I can't believe he is going to be 2 in less than a month! I made need an extra prayer or two as we enter the "terrible twos." But on the other hand, I am going to try and be optimistic and see them as the "terrific twos." :)<br />
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<b>22 Months ~ </b>Asher has really begun to talk a lot more. We noticed it a lot while at home in the states. I think it is because he was not confused with the two languages that he hears in Honduras. Anyways, we were amazed at how many words he had begun to pick up.<br />
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Mastered Skills: kicks ball forward, follows two step requests...YES!<br />
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Emerging Skills: does simple puzzles, draws a straight line, names several body parts...YES!<br />
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Advanced Skills: puts on loose fitting clothes, might be ready for a big boy bed, understands opposites...YES!<br />
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<b>23 Months ~ </b>A tantrum here and there, picky eater, not the best sleeper (still!), loves and I mean loves tractors..these are just a few things to describe our almost 2 year old!<br />
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Mastered Skills: names simple picture in a book, uses 50 to 70 words...YES!<br />
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Emerging Skills: opens door, sings simple tunes, takes more of an interest in playing with other kids...YES!<br />
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Advanced Skills: talks about self (likes, dislikes)...YES!, begins to ask "why?"...not yet, but that's okay with me :)<br />
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Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-65982779998802335622011-06-19T08:37:00.000-07:002011-06-19T08:37:03.146-07:0021Tantrums here and tantrums there, terrible tantrums everywhere! So goes the life of a mommy with a toddler, who is not even 2 yet! Boy does this little boy know exactly how to push my buttons. And I love it when I give him a very firm, "NO!" and he looks right at me and does it again, and again, and again. I find myself praying many times a day for patience, wisdom, and an extra portion of grace.<br />
<div>But as challenging as those times are, they are made up for when I receive hugs and kisses and "lub blue" (love you) moments. Or when Asher sees me crying, he rushes to me, clings on, and begins to cry too. Or when we are on a little walk and he reaches up and grabs my hand. Oh, I get tears in my eyes just thinking about it. Yes, the toddler stage is difficult, but also so rewarding. I love my sweet boy. </div><div><br />
</div><div><b>Mastered Skills:</b> walks upstairs by himself, able to set certain goals (e.g. deciding to put a toy in a certain place). CHECK to all!</div><div><br />
</div><div><b>Emerging Skills: </b>throws a ball overhand, kicks ball forward, stacks six blocks. CHECK to all!</div><div>*He learned to do all of these a while ago. </div><div><br />
</div><div><b>Advanced Skills: </b>names simple picture in a book, can walk downstairs. CHECK to all! </div><div><br />
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</div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-85437845521249819952011-06-07T13:35:00.001-07:002011-06-07T13:41:25.617-07:00Happy (Grand) Father's Day!<div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="height: 494px; width: 425px;"><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;">This is why I love SHUTTERFLY! You embed a project and get a gift coupon. Yes, please, and thank you! </div><div class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop" style="background-image: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); height: 6px;"><br />
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We also plan to do some more fundraising while we are home, with another Taco Feed similiar to the one we had before we came here. Other than that, our schedule seems to be filling up fast, with people to see and things to do! I am hoping and praying that our time at home goes by VERY slowly, especially since we are never sure when we will be coming back to the states. I am already sad to leave my Lynden home.<br />
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With that said, there are several things that I CAN'T WAIT for when going home. Here is a list of some:<br />
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<ol><li>FAMILY, FAMILY, FAMILY (can't wait to see them all)</li>
<li>Visiting my 2 BFF's (one I haven't seen in 3 yrs, and the other in 1 1/2 yrs)</li>
<li>A long date night with my husband</li>
<li>Sushi PLEASE!!!</li>
<li>A much needed pedicure </li>
<li>Walks with Asher </li>
<li>Going to the park with Asher</li>
<li>Jake's Western Grill</li>
<li>Northwest Washington Fair</li>
<li>The Woods Coffee</li>
<li>A week long camping trip in Sun Lakes </li>
<li>And so much more! </li>
</ol>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-18456770819872337692011-05-18T20:12:00.000-07:002011-05-18T20:12:47.033-07:004 Months Shy<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's my BOY! </td></tr>
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</tbody></table>We have a 20 month old! And what a rambunctious 20 month old he is! With each new month that comes and go's, I continue to be amazed at Asher's development. He is such a smart little boy! He continues to learn new words everyday, and even knows about 5 or 6 spanish words. He has learned how to match shapes; and just tonight he was matching the correct animals in his animal puzzle. I am one proud momma!<br />
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<b>Mastered Skills:</b> Takes off own clothes (he can pull his pants down), Dumps an object in imitation (such as throwing garbage away)...he actually just does the action instead of imitating :)<br />
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<b>Emerging Skills:</b> Learns words at a rate of ten or more a day, Can walk upstairs (but probably not down)...but he can walk down by himself, which makes me a little nervous sometimes!<br />
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<b>Advanced Skills: </b>May start exploring his body parts, draws a straight line (not a perfect one, but pretty close), names several body parts (eyes, ears, nose, teeth, hands, tummy, belly button).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">If you look closely, you can see that one of my front teeth is shorter than the other one. Yep, I'm a little boy who climbs and falls and bumps. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">He just learned how to match shapes. Here he is concentrating very hard! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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After this little fiasco, I prayed and asked God to please just teach me how to teach him. In fact, I pray that prayer a lot as a mommy. And today while doing my devotions I was comforted to hear God reassure me that He is my Teacher. In Isaiah 48: 17 it says, "I am the Lord your God, who teaches you what is best for you, who directs you in the way you should go." Just like a parent loves, teaches, and directs their children, so God loves, teaches, and directs us. I find peace and comfort in the fact that God is my Teacher. And what a great Teacher He is.Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-61532207711835149222011-05-02T13:39:00.000-07:002011-05-02T13:39:12.905-07:00Papa and Grandma VISIT!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Last week we had the wonderful privilege of having Asher's grandparents visit. It was so great to have them here and show them our ministry. But it was even more fun for Asher to spend some time with his grandparents. Living far from family is hard for many reasons, but one reason is that Asher doesn't get to grow up with his grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins, etc. So we were very excited when we learned that Jim and Laurie (Chad's parents) were coming down to see us! It was an all too short week and hard to say goodbye again, but we find comfort in the fact that we will see ALL family in just 2 1/2 more months. Below are some pics of Asher with Papa and Grandma Baron. </div><br />
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</tbody></table>After 6 months of searching for creamer (I eventually gave up and began making my own), I finally found some at a different grocery store. One day while we were out and about with Travis and Allison, we stopped at a grocery store on the other side of town to pick up some lunch items. I was walking down the dairy section to get some milk and POW! There it was! It was like a Hallelujah chorus went off in my head. There, right before my eyes, was finally some coffee creamer. And not just some... A LOT of different flavors! We ended up buying two, and Trav and Allison bought two more for us; so we have a total of four. That should last us a while, considering I am the only one that takes creamer in my coffee. Oh the things that can make your day in Honduras.Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-4864028761507960682011-04-19T08:09:00.000-07:002011-04-19T08:09:31.305-07:0019 Months of GOODNESS!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>It's that time! Another monthly update on my little buddy. He continues to amaze Chad and I with his growth and development. The other day I was looking at him and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I came to the realization that he was turning into such a big boy. He wasn't a baby anymore! Although I guess he will always be my baby. And I don't think I could love this boy any more than what I already do. Yes, there are many challenges along the way, but there is also so much goodness that come with this little boy of mine. Each bear hug squeeze and puckered up kiss makes heart skip a beat and go pitter patter.<br />
Here are some milestones for month 19. Again, there are some that he learned to do a while ago and have been repeated, but I am just following this milestone chart.<br />
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<b>Mastered Skills:</b> Uses a spoon and fork, runs, throws a ball underhand, enjoys helping around the house..<i>check to all! </i><br />
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<b>Emerging Skills</b>: Understands as many as 200 words (not sure how to measure this one, but he does know a lot of words), recognizes when something is wrong (e.g. calling his belly button a nose)...<i>check to all!</i><br />
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<b>Advanced Skills:</b> Washes and dries own hands with help, points to picture or object when you call it by name, may know when he needs to pee...<i>check to all!</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy helping Asher wash his hands. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the way we wash our hands, wash our hands!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I walked into the office and found this :)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little buddy!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's true...I do love him!</td></tr>
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</i>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-83534490614198210892011-04-05T13:35:00.000-07:002011-04-05T13:35:24.768-07:00I Have Some Reading To Do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8vuhiR6ooJuNxGWXbiCtGdacPEjVyNU59xyGuACemx5Jj0ADM4PLAUD__vs64voZRLjyql_iHrcgY4ZsNJ7cG85-rCi_Fg6QO1WVcKjLHM2Dwpc7cRQw24H1VPVDJ_D-kIOD2qAAYTM/s1600/IMG_4736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha8vuhiR6ooJuNxGWXbiCtGdacPEjVyNU59xyGuACemx5Jj0ADM4PLAUD__vs64voZRLjyql_iHrcgY4ZsNJ7cG85-rCi_Fg6QO1WVcKjLHM2Dwpc7cRQw24H1VPVDJ_D-kIOD2qAAYTM/s320/IMG_4736.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>So if you know me, you know that I LOVE to read. It is one of my favorite things to do when I have the time. I just did a poll on facebook of the top 100 books to read, and I have 22 checked...I would like to have all 100 checked! Anyway, my friends who know I love to read just sent me some books in the mail; and it looks like I have some reading to do!<br />
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My two best friends, Jill and Rachelle, sent me the book <u>Room</u>, a novel by Emma Donoghue.<br />
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My mom got me the book, S<u>hepherding a Child's Heart</u>, by Ted Tripp. Chad and I are reading this book together.<br />
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My friend Tarrah sent me the other books: <u>So Long Insecurity</u> by Beth Moore, <u>Become Spiritually Beautiful</u> by Sharon Jaynes, and <u>Beautiful in God's Eyes</u> by Elizabeth George. If you can't tell what I struggle with, now you know :)<br />
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Tarrah also sent me the book, <u>Belleza Extrema: Experimenta el poder transformador de Dios</u>. Translated this means <u>Extreme Beauty: Discovering God's Transforming Power</u>. I plan to do this book as a study with the girls from the Eagle's Nest.<br />
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So there you have it! My book list for the next few months. We'll see how long it takes me to read them all!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So if you didn't already know, I LOVE to bake. Anytime there is a birthday, a holiday, or any other special day I become a baking machine! SO, when Amy (Alvin's daughter) asked me to do some baking for her bake sale at school, I jumped at the chance to help her out. She asked me to make brownies, cookies, and cupcakes. I literally spent all day yesterday baking these goodies. I was up to my elbows in batter, dough, and frosting! And licking my fingers in the process was just a bonus :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The brownies I made were just from a box (I know I cheated, but I was crunched for time). I did add some chocolate chips on the top and they turned out pretty yummy. Next I made monster cookies. I got this recipe from my mom, who makes them all the time (and I get my love for baking from her). She told me that she usually does half the recipe because it makes so many. And she wasn't kidding! By cookie number 50 I was done, and I still had tons of batter left. So, I decided to make a REAL monster cookie with the rest of the batter. And by real, I mean real big! I think I will keep this one to myself. Next were the cupcakes, which are my favorite to make and decorate. I wanted to try a different kind of frosting so I searched for rainbow frosting. I found a really cool one and I love the way they turned out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So that was my day of baking. I hope they all sell, because if they don't I might put on more weight than I would like to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now that is what I call a MONSTER cookie!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And of course, my little taste tester. Asher's first monster cookie!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-2935377876412304252011-03-19T05:41:00.000-07:002011-03-19T05:41:39.525-07:001 and 1/2 Already!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOFMiLUqvP9xmXsXiRq8ZGdhKJ2ZesgZgciOWEttsB-J9e9MG2WTD2kof7Q_JDEhNBohPHAprk_sdEjIJtmrHdT_fY12Rnq5VjaG4BG6OqEZyb9HYC7lagX3l0VcwlRiTehWYEFkzl-I/s1600/door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGOFMiLUqvP9xmXsXiRq8ZGdhKJ2ZesgZgciOWEttsB-J9e9MG2WTD2kof7Q_JDEhNBohPHAprk_sdEjIJtmrHdT_fY12Rnq5VjaG4BG6OqEZyb9HYC7lagX3l0VcwlRiTehWYEFkzl-I/s320/door.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Asher is officially 1 1/2 years old! I cannot believe he is only 6 months away from being 2...YIKES! I have to admit that I get scared for what is to come. All I hear is how terrible the terrible 2's are. And being a first time mommy, I really have no idea what I am doing. I want to be the best mommy for Asher. I want to love him the way he needs to be loved. I want to protect him the way he needs to be protected. And I want to discipline him the way he needs to be disciplined. But I honestly feel like I need to do some reading on what the best form of discipline is for this age, cause I have no idea. I just pray everyday that God gives me guidance and wisdom for how to raise this child whom I love so much. Cause one thing I do know..HE does know what's best. Here are some 18 month milestones for Asher. He has actually learned how to do some of these things before he turned 18 months, but he officially has them mastered now!<br />
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<b>Mastered Skills:</b> Will "read" board books on his own..<i>check</i>! Scribbles well...<i>check</i>!<br />
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<b>Emerging Skills: </b>Strings two words together in phrases...<i>check</i>! Brushes teeth with help...<i>check</i>! Stacks 4 blocks...<i>check</i>!<br />
**Some words that he strings together: "lub blue" = "love you;" "ni ni" = "good night"<br />
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<b>Advanced Skills:</b> Throws a ball overhand...<i>check</i>! Takes toys apart and puts them back together...<i>check</i>! Shows signs of toilet training readiness...<i>check</i>!<br />
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</div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-91090373134752460632011-03-10T15:09:00.000-08:002011-03-10T16:59:13.182-08:00The Woman of His DreamsA friend recently recommended the book that I am currently reading: <i>Becoming the Woman of His Dreams</i>, written by Sharon Jaynes. In this book, Jaynes shares seven qualities every man longs for. I was already brought to tears in the third chapter where there was a paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13:<br />
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<blockquote>If I teach Bible study classes, volunteer for women's ministry, and sing in the choir, but do not love my husband, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging symbol. If I have a college degree, high-paying job, and successful career, but do not love my husband, I am emotionally and spiritually bankrupt. If I have faith that can move mountains, am quick to pray for those in need, and even have half the Bible memorized, but do not love my husband, I am disobedient and do not please God. If I keep a spotless house, maintain a well-manicured lawn, and prepare nutritionally balanced meals, but do not love my husband it is all for naught. Hired hands can do as much.</blockquote><br />
Chad and I have been married for almost 4 years. And I hope and pray that I will always be the woman of his dreams.<br />
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</div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-45112264793021464922011-03-04T14:01:00.000-08:002011-03-04T14:01:44.073-08:00FRIENDS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was so blessed to be able to have 3 wonderful friends visit this past week. Tarrah Jandoc, Suzzi Snydar, and Elisa Cuellar all came down to visit our ministry, with their main focus being on the girls from the Eagle's Nest. They made some huge impacts on the girls here and I am so thankful for their passion and dedication to our ministry. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I am also amazed at how God works. As some of you know, I have been struggling with loneliness here as it has been hard to find some strong friendships. This is why I was so excited to have friends come down and visit. We laughed, we cried, we watched movies, and ate ice cream...all the things that girls should do when they're together! God knew that I needed that and I am thankful for our time together. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<u><b>Mastered Skills:</b></u> Uses 6 words regularly..<b><i>check</i></b>, enjoys pretend games..<b><i>check</i></b>, likes riding toys..<i><b>check</b></i><br />
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<b><u>Emerging Skills:</u></b> Feeds a doll..<i><b>check</b></i>, speaks more clearly..<b><i>check</i></b>, throws a ball underhand..<i><b>he actually skipped this and went straight to throwing overhand</b></i><br />
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<b><u>Advanced Skills</u></b>: Dances to music..<b><i>check</i></b>, sorts toys by color, shape, or size..<i><b>not quite there yet</b></i>, kicks a ball forward..<i><b>check</b></i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Asher learned to kick a ball a few months ago. Growing up in Honduras where soccer is more than a sport, we think he will be the next Tim Tebow of soccer! </td></tr>
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I have discovered that with every bump, bruise, and band aid comes a worried mommy. I have always been the type of person that worries about everything. It's a disease really. I worry that his scrapes will get infected. I worry that he isn't eating the right foods...or getting enough sleep...or bumping his head one too many times...and the list goes on. Since moving here, my mommy worries have probably amplified times a hundred! When we take him to the feeding centers, I am constantly worried that he is going to get lice. When I see him around stray dogs, which are very common here, I make a mad dash to do all I can to have him NOT touch it (dogs here are gross and full of who knows what). When I see another child pick him up and carry him around, I get nervous and command them to put him down (they weigh about as much as he does)! When we drive home after a 3 hour church service, I worry that he will fall asleep in the car and not get as good of a nap as he would in his own bed. Worry, worry, worry...it is my middle name! </div><div>BUT, God has been teaching me that HE IS IN CONTROL. There is nothing that worrying is going to accomplish in my life. In fact, it only makes me a nervous wreck and therefore, an unpleasant person to be around. So through His teachings and my devotions I came across some helpful information in my study Bible that I would like to share. They are the <b>Seven Reasons Not To Worry </b>and were adapted from the book of Matthew, chapter 6. Here they are: </div><div><br />
</div><div><ol><li>The same God who created life in you can be trusted with the details of your life. (Mt. 6:25)</li>
<li>Worrying about the future hampers your efforts for today. (Mt. 6: 26)</li>
<li>Worrying is more harmful than helpful. (Mt. 6: 27)</li>
<li>God does not ignore those who depend on him. (Mt. 6: 28-30)</li>
<li>Worrying shows a lack of faith in and understanding of God. (Mt. 6: 31, 32)</li>
<li>Worrying keeps us from real challenges God wants us to pursue. (Mt. 6:33)</li>
<li>Living one day at a time keeps us from being consumed with worry. (Mt. 6:34)</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This little climber always makes me nervous when climbing steps, especially when the steps are made of cement.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Always putting something in his mouth. I guess the worse that could happen there is I will find it later, if you know what I mean :)</td></tr>
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</div></div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-22434191116419834122011-02-08T19:02:00.000-08:002011-02-08T19:08:31.790-08:00The BEST pudding EVER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After struggling with Asher to get him to eat his vegetables, I decided to purchase the recipe book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deceptively-Delicious-Simple-Secrets-Eating/dp/0061251348">Deceptively Delicious </a><i>,</i> by Jessica Seinfeld. In her book, Jessica creates delicious meals, including breakfast ideas, meal ideas, and dessert ideas. All these recipes are made with pureed vegetables, which are deceptively "hidden" in the meal. I have made many of her meals and Asher seems to love them. But my absolute favorite is her Chocolate Pudding, made with avocado puree. Yes, I said avocado. I am obsessed with this pudding and I have made it several times. It taste like brownie batter! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Ingredients:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>1/4 cup of soft tub butter or margarine spread</li>
<li>1 cup avocado puree</li>
<li>1 cup powdered sugar</li>
<li>1/2 cup cocoa powder</li>
<li>1 tsp vanilla extract</li>
<div style="text-align: right;"></div><li>1/4 cup corn starch</li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chocolate Avocado Pudding Ingredients</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Second, mix all the ingredients, except the corn starch. Use a rubber spatula to get all the clumps out. Cook for 3-4 minutes. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Third, remove from heat and add the cornstarch. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Enjoy the BEST pudding ever, with a glass of milk of course! </td></tr>
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</div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-38791119255879086632011-02-05T20:11:00.000-08:002011-02-05T20:11:31.008-08:00That Little Boy of Mine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsltzSrUEkM3o5b7ioOx6PNbElKjMWY2UqE4r846B4yNLWlZ4W5GZ1zUKvxx2H2mS5GdaDiMKABHP041VYVtNkSyfQ3N5NSALemenyrzSXgVUyjwxbjl15lwZuTIi1ZUiyOG7V2hcLCg/s1600/mommy+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMsltzSrUEkM3o5b7ioOx6PNbElKjMWY2UqE4r846B4yNLWlZ4W5GZ1zUKvxx2H2mS5GdaDiMKABHP041VYVtNkSyfQ3N5NSALemenyrzSXgVUyjwxbjl15lwZuTIi1ZUiyOG7V2hcLCg/s320/mommy+and+me.jpg" width="288" /></a></div>When I was reading the book, <i>Bringing Up Boys</i>, by Dr. James Dobson, I came across some lyrics to a beautiful song sung by Bonnie Owens. The words to this song are amazing and I just had to share. Upon hearing the news of recent children who have left their parents too soon, I feel that each and every moment I have with Asher is to be treasured. I cannot get enough of my sweet baby boy. He brings such joy to my life and I am blessed to be his mommy. If you are the mother of a boy, you too will appreciate these sweet words.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;">Who cares for fame or fortune</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;">Who cares for wealth or gold </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;">Because I find a fortune</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial; font-size: x-small;">Within my arms I hold</span></div><blockquote style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A tiny turned up nose<br />
Two cheeks just like a rose<br />
So sweet from head to toes<br />
That little boy of mine<br />
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Two arms that hold me tight<br />
Two eyes that shine so bright<br />
Two lips that kiss goodnight<br />
That little boy of mine<br />
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No one will ever know<br />
Just what his coming has meant<br />
Because I love him so<br />
He's something heaven has sent<br />
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He's all the world to me<br />
He climbs upon my knee<br />
To me he'll always be<br />
That little boy of mine<br />
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And when he lays his head<br />
Upon his pillow so white<br />
I pray the Lord above<br />
To guide him safe through the night<br />
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In dreams I see his face<br />
And feel his fond embrace<br />
There's no one can replace<br />
That little boy of mine</span></span> </blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-53699599769449158702011-01-30T18:42:00.000-08:002011-01-30T18:42:43.478-08:00Yummy Cereal Yogurt Bars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I am always looking for new snack recipes for Asher to try. I found this one online (wholesome toddler food) for Yogurt Cereal Bars. These are primarily a "toddler" food, but they are not too bad for adults either! They are super easy, and Asher loves them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Ingredients: </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><ul><li>2 c corn flakes</li>
<li>3/4 c flour</li>
<li>1/4 c brown sugar</li>
<li>1/2 tsp cinnamon </li>
<li>1/2 c butter or margarine </li>
<li>1 c flavored yogurt (I like strawberry banana)</li>
<li>1 egg slightly beaten</li>
<li>2 T flour</li>
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<li>Combine cereal, 3/4 c flour, sugar, and cinnamon in a small bowl. </li>
<li>Cut in butter or margarine until coarse crumbs form.</li>
<li>Press 1/2 the mixture firmly into the bottom of a greased 8 inch square pan.</li>
<li>Mix yogurt, egg, and 2 T flour into another small bowl.</li>
<li>Spread yogurt mixture over cereal mixture in pan and then sprinkle the remaining cereal mixture on top. </li>
<li>Bake for 30 minutes or until golden brown; cut into bars when cooled. </li>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The finished product!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My little taste tester! </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-75831382129644143972011-01-27T10:09:00.000-08:002011-01-27T10:09:59.069-08:00This Is My Buddy, This Is My Pal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijww5QrloWMkcufJk1xOXI5G4Tnyo-Etg0JygfFdAmwcCnskr5Ve7oLBvku-EVzXRTNp-yKkhQ3zxUyOPysjkTPx0y0mbEsvFM6Dc4r43anSvZxsAfwfopjHpB9dUjV-3hnJtNlsz8TQQ/s1600/buds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijww5QrloWMkcufJk1xOXI5G4Tnyo-Etg0JygfFdAmwcCnskr5Ve7oLBvku-EVzXRTNp-yKkhQ3zxUyOPysjkTPx0y0mbEsvFM6Dc4r43anSvZxsAfwfopjHpB9dUjV-3hnJtNlsz8TQQ/s320/buds.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Asher and I have become best friends. We spend all day, every day together and are best buddies. We play together, go on walks together, eat together, laugh together, and sometimes even cry together. I love that we are so close and that he is "mommy's little boy." I love that he loves me so much and thinks I am the best thing in the whole world. Cause I will admit it now, he will not always think that way of me. I love this boy more than anything, and he is the light of my life.<br />
Being a first time mom makes me wonder if Asher is getting enough, or any for that matter, social interaction. How important is it for him to be around other children his own age? Is it healthy that Chad and I are his only friends? Back home he was always around his cousins; but he doesn't have that here. I have sometimes even contemplated putting him in a daycare for a couple mornings a week just so he will have interaction with other children. But I swore I would never put my children in daycare. I know I shouldn't worry, but it's what mother's do best, right?! I just always want what's best for my son. And I will continue to seek guidance and wisdom from the ONE who does know what's best.Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-10060010959049122632011-01-24T18:39:00.000-08:002011-01-24T18:39:16.540-08:00He's There, and I'm HereI knew that moving here would mean that I have to make sacrifices. But I didn't know it would be this hard. Just yesterday my sister Lindy had a baby. I became an aunt for the 9th time, to a beautiful baby boy. That makes 6 nephews and 3 nieces...boys are popular in our family :) His name is Slade Verlyn Stuit, and he weighed a tiny 5lbs 4oz. He was a month early so that is why he is such a peanut!<br />
I got the call from my mom and missed it! So I had to hear over voicemail, "It's a BOY!" I then skyped in with my family at the hospital and got to hear Ben (the daddy) give some details. It was definitely not the same as being there in person, but at least it was something. But, as if that wasn't hard enough, I had to see my sweet nephew for the first time over facebook. My heart hurts with the realization that I will not get to hold my new nephew, hug him and kiss him and love him; all because he is there and I am here. This is a sacrifice for me and it is hard. I am hoping that the next 5 months go by very fast. Until then, pictures and skype will have to do.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at that blonde, curly hair! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I think I just died and went to heaven. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">No words to describe how sweet this baby boy is. </td></tr>
</tbody></table>Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-2505604969309944922011-01-19T05:24:00.000-08:002011-01-19T05:24:44.948-08:0016 Month Milestones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKxSntz1bHKOJRq7c0LXgEH5IJO-uN1ieqhab0dFC8_xOIncZ2atyMcbCo4tV87uyONhMrbHEj58vvk8tbD8amqVRv0VCmoyePTmOVIOBKjrBA9IE3BcAhOZHwVa2pbhzIuiJUBtxO8Q/s1600/IMG_4403.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKxSntz1bHKOJRq7c0LXgEH5IJO-uN1ieqhab0dFC8_xOIncZ2atyMcbCo4tV87uyONhMrbHEj58vvk8tbD8amqVRv0VCmoyePTmOVIOBKjrBA9IE3BcAhOZHwVa2pbhzIuiJUBtxO8Q/s320/IMG_4403.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
I can't believe another month has passed by and that my baby boy is 16 months old already. Again, I am just amazed at each new stage that develops in Asher's young life. I LOVE watching him learn new things everyday. He really is turning into such a little man! I've decided that since these blogs can be turned into a book, I would document Asher's monthly milestones. Again, these were taken from <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_milestone-chart-13-to-18-months_1496589.bc">http://www.babycenter.com/0_milestone-chart-13-to-18-months_1496589.bc</a>, which is a wonderful website I might add!<br />
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I know that grandmas and aunties will especially appreciate this since they don't get to watch him grow before their eyes. I hope this helps the "missing him" part a little easier.<br />
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<b>Mastered Skills:</b> Turns the pages of a book, has temper tantrums when frustrated, becomes attached to a soft toy or other object.<br />
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Okay, so Asher knows how to do MOST of these things. In the mastered skills, he has not become attached to a soft toy or other object. But I am not sure I would qualify that as a skill :) And in the advanced skills, he has not quite learned how to remove an item of clothing, unless his diaper counts because he knows how to do that!<br />
Well there you have it. Our little boy in a nutshell at month 16. Once again, I praise God for such a healthy baby boy. I am so proud to be Asher's mommy and I fall more in love with this little boy of mine everyday.Missionary Mommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16911901479552193952noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4509871265892046767.post-18102348859626857192011-01-16T11:28:00.000-08:002011-01-16T11:28:06.787-08:00I'll Make It Myself<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">Flavored creamer is hard to come by here. And if you do find it, it is only the powdered kind. Well, if you know me at all, you know that I need creamer in my coffee. Coffee just isn't worth drinking if it doesn't have a little flavor. So this is quite a predicament for me to live in a place where it's rare to find. </div><div style="text-align: left;">You can imagine my excitement when I found some french vanilla creamer at one of the two grocery stores that I go to. And you can imagine my sadness when I went back to that same grocery store and found none! What was I to do? I need coffee! Especially now that Asher keeps me awake during the night. How could I ever function without it?! </div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, I decided to take this into my own hands and make it myself. I did some digging online and found a recipe to make a liquid french vanilla creamer (<a href="http://www.thecoffeehousenuts.com/">www.thecoffeehousenuts.com</a>). Not only is it easy to make, but it is delicious as well! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">All you need is 3 ingredients: 1 1/2 cups of reduced fat milk, 1 can of sweetened condensed milk, and 1 Tablespoon of 100% PURE vanilla: </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mix the three together...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> ...and you have your creamer. Ahhh, can you taste the goodness?! </div><br />
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