Blessed Beyond Belief

interesting new feature here - just testing it out.

I apologize.

**tap**tap**tap** - is this thing on? hello....?

For the past month I have severely neglected this blog.  It's not that I've had nothing to report or share, quite the contrary.  Our life here has been one blessed (for real) thing after another.  I also have not stopped taking daily photos.

See - 

Oh wait, I didn't take that.  Darn, someone caught me doing nothing. Or is that Tim doing nothing?  Actually he IS doing something.  He's holding up that pillow with his head and has a strategically placed remote.

Hello beautiful chicken.  I DID take this photo.

Here's a person milking a goat.  See that big white turkey in the background?  She likes to follow this person around waiting for any morsel of food to be given.  See the chicken under the goat teat? (yeah, I said teat. get over it.)  That chicken is waiting for the person to fill that green pan with milk.  Did you know that chickens LOVE fresh milk??

 

Ok, so maybe you don't care so much about couching, chickens or goat teats.

What you SHOULD care about is THIS.

Remember this?

 

It's no longer.  We now have this - and are so super excited! Please visit and let us know what you think.  I know most of you already know, but I have a feeling that there are some that this may be news to.

We are also on facebook.  Go there and become a fan.  No purchase required. ;)

See - it's not all about bathrobes and teats.

Miracle Drug

When this song by U2 came out several years ago it immediately struck a chord in me.  I felt like someone had crawled in my head and wrote a song about how I felt about my beautiful boy William.  It nearly makes me cry every time I hear it.  Not until today did I look up the meaning of the song.  Bono's explanation is no surprise.  No wonder - it's written from a mother's perspective. 

"Bono wrote this about an Irish writer with cerebral palsy named Christopher Nolan. Said Bono, "When we were leaving school, this character arrived called Christopher Nolan, and he couldn't move a muscle. Only his eyes were just so sharp and so awake. He was born without any oxygen for two hours. But his mother so believed in the look in his eyes she used to read to him, she taught him. And then they found this little pill that allowed him to move his neck by about an inch. And then they put a thing to his head like a little unicorn and they taught him how to type. It turns out he had all these poems in his head." Nolan had his first book published at around 15. Bono wrote this song from the perspective of Christopher's mother and about her faith in her son. It is a song about the strength of love. "

I want a trip inside your head

Spend the day there...
To hear the things you haven't said
And see what you might see

I wanna hear you when you call
Do you feel anything at all?
I wanna see your thoughts take shape
And walk right out

Freedom has a scent
Like the top of a new born baby's head

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've seen enough I'm not giving up
On a miracle drug

Of science and the human heart
There is no limit
There is no failure here sweetheart
Just when you quit...

I am you and you are mine
Love makes no sense of space
And time...will disappear
Love and logic keep us clear
Reason is on our side, love...

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, a miracle drug, a miracle drug

God I need your help tonight

Beneath the noise
Below the din
I hear your voice
It's whispering
In science and in medicine
"I was a stranger
You took me in"

The songs are in your eyes
I see them when you smile
I've had enough of romantic love
Yeah, I'd give it up, yeah, I'd give it up
For a miracle, miracle drug

Miracle, miracle drug

Cub Scouts

William has been asking about Boy Scouts for about as long as Autumn has been in Girl Scouts.  We kept putting it off thinking he wasn't quite sure what he was asking for.  This year we decided that it might be a fun activity for him that he was ready to get involved in.

A couple of weeks ago we went to a recruitment night and signed him up.  We were fortunate to place him in a den with a leader who is an OT, IBI trained and works with kids with autism.  She was awesome.  

So today we went to Boise to the Scout office to get his uniform.  Will was so excited!  And I was just about as excited as he was to see him in it.  So cute!  He read the 'Bears' handbook all the way home.

Homecoming dance 2009

You can see last year's homecoming photos here.