Summer in the Shoe

This blog entry is not going to be the typical witty entry - my brain is fried and my body is tired... I have many more pictures than normal - hope you enjoy.


Can you tell that this crew is full of life...mischief...sweetness...energy!!!! Summer always holds lots of surprises. None of our summers have ever been dull. Like your family we have days fully planned out and days that just seem to happen. More often than not our days just happened this summer. Structure is something I thrive on...we started off so well...



Regular kickball matches...


Intense family fun...


So exciting...joking aside, the kids loved it!

We also read and talked about the first 6 chapters of John using Kay Arthur's Bible Studies for Kids. I cannot think of a more important thing than pouring into the lives of my children - yet so often I fail miserably. We started so strong then other commitments or outings or events came along and before you know it Bible study took a back seat to life.
Finding the balance - isn't that a joke - is challenging. How do I feed my children God's word without forcing it on them. Trusting that God is loving my children unto Himself gives me great peace and causes me relax. All that to say - the formal Bible Study lasted about 2 weeks maybe 3.


Sara Joy hamming it up in the baby pool. I have had this pool since Madelyn was a toddler. Matter of fact, this picture reminds me so much of her. Love it! We had a little bit of water fun this summer. Just a little bit...


Bo getting himself a mouthful of refreshment.


James...slippin' and a slidin'



My kids are pitifully drawn to water - any way they can take it. Growing up, I loved water - 2 inches or 12 feet deep - sparkling blue or swampy green -it didn't matter. My kids are the same.






These pictures were taken at West Point State Park. The kids went for a few days, and we had James' and Riley's birthday party there.
Right now, as I type, 4 of my kids are with Granny and Paw-Paw camping at Chewacla State Park. We were just commenting yesterday that it is great that they ALL love to camp.



Down at G & P's the kids like to ride in the paddle boat around the little pond with an island in the middle of it. It's a cool little thing for the kids.



The girls. They are all growing so fast.



I could not believe that I actually got this picture. We are missing Madelyn...we have missed her a lot this summer. It makes me realize that she is growing up and will soon be gone. I cherish these last few years before she moves out to embark upon a life of her own.



James and Syndey



Bo got a little "buckle" fracture a few weeks ago climbing up the ladder on the boys bunkbeds. He fell and landed just the right way. His little splint was so cute. Snoopy. It's off now and he seems just fine.



The second set of The Three Amigos


Madelyn at Camp Marannook.

She was a "Kitchie." All the high-schoolers serve as support staff - maintenance or kitchen help. They prepared and served lots and lots o kids.



Riley so proud of his webkinz. Do your kids live for webkinz. Mine do. I cannot believe that they love them the way they do. I have some grown friends who are just as crazy about them, too. CRAAAA----ZYYYYY! FUN!

School starts next week. I am both glad and sad. Routine and schedules return - freedom and lazy days - out the window. I ended my last blog with a word about trust. I will end this one the same. It seems each summer I have an opportunity through some sort of adversity to experience God in a new way. This summer is no exception. TRUST. At the beginning of this year, I blogged about this word (This is the Year...). God is calling us to TRUST Him like we never have before. I must say it is exciting! A little scary anytime you willfully place your life completley in the hands of another! But, what capable and mighty Hands they are!


"But I trust in You, O Lord; I say, 'You are my God,' My times are in Your hand..." Psalm 31:14-15a

Out of the Shoe

Schools Out for the Summer - Alice Cooper - don't know what year, but I bet you are humming the song if you know it...ha!
Summer - time to kick back and relax and enjoy life - no hurrying or rushing around to get the kids off to school or picked up from school - no extracurricular activities to attend - no real set agenda - except...visits to "Granny's." Growing up me and Neal and Jenny spent lots and lots of time with Mom and Pop in Dothan and at "the farm." ((We had lots of great times with Granny and Granddaddy (coke in baby bottles and melted cheese), too, but every summer my mind goes back to M&P and the farm.)) Wow - those are some of the best memories I have. Even now as I type, I am remembering "exploring" along the creek bed wading through its several-inch-high stream and stacking rock after rock - one on top of another, to the side of another, in front of the other - to dam it up so we could have a little swimming hole. Inside each one of us, like all kids, resided a longing to discover and exlpore and imagine a fantastical world and somehow, someway make that world come alive. I am there now - hearing the giggles and squeals - seeing the toothy grins - smelling the fresh crisp river water - feeling the damp southern heat smack dab in the middle of the summer. I'm gonna go see if I can rustle up a picture.

I couldn't find any from childhood,but these pictures were taken in the summer of 1999. Me (pregnant with James), Brad, Madelyn, Pale (now deceased - we still miss Pale!), and then Madelyn with her friend, Jordyn Clark. As you can see the water isn't very deep, but...it runs deep in my mind and takes me back - back to a time when all we wanted to do and all we pursued was pure fun! I hope you have some fonds childhood memories dancing through your head now as a result of reading mine. :)

That brings me back to the here and now. My kids have what me and my brother and sister have with Brad's Mom and Dad. So...the "Granny" visits are in full swing.Sara Joy and Bo were the first two to go. Loaded down with these backpacks they were all smiles. Bo couldn't even stand up! They had a blast!
AND...while they were gone we had a painting day. The Shoe got a mini face-lift. My camera was out and ready. I had every intention to take pictures of all of us working like mad, but...I forgot. The day was whinding down and I remembered too late...oh well. I had wanted to take pictures to testify to the graciousness and kindness of our friends. For about 10 hours that Saturday we were loved on and encouraged by God through these friends - CCIA - Christian Community in Action. God is so good. A friend of mine said after I had recounted the day to her, "It was as if God were giving you hugs all day long." YEP! And it is so good to be hugged! :)

Sydney and Riley took turns next. Paw-paw built the kids a mega play set in their backyard in Bay Minette so they were really looking forward to playing on it. And they have a little paddle boat for a small pond they dug out in their field that held water when it rained. And of course, they get seemingly unlimited trips to the Dollar General and Dollar Tree. What kid wouldn't think this is a little slice of heaven? We went down over the Memorial Day holiday to pick up everyone and leave James. Whew - it was nice to have a change of scenary. We have not been out of town (aside from my Granny's funeral) in a really long time. James decided he didn't want to stay by himself he wanted one of his brothers or sisters to stay and play, too. He and Sydney stayed a week. James is such a great kid!

Madelyn has been "getting in her beach time" (those were her words to me when she called to see if she could stay longer) down at her Gramma's in Destin - lucky dog! I think she's a little home-sick. She'll be home tonight then leaves again in the a.m. for Seattle. One of her aunts lives there and gave her a round-trip ticket for her b'day and Christmas. She'll be home for a couple of weeks in June and early July then she leaves again to work at Camp Marannook. What an awesome experience for her to have. Camp Marannook is reknown (did I spell that right?!?!) for its focus on spiritual impact. Not only do these kids have a blast at summer camp, but they are discipled and encouraged. www.marannook.org

Okay...don't look at the date on this pic. I know it's from last year, but I needed to find one of us that showed his "goofy" side. Brad Sims is the peanut butter on my graham cracker. One of these days I'm gonna do a whole post just on "the old man" of our shoe. You'll be blessed by reading it when I do. I not only love him, but am in love with him. Thinking about him now brings a smile to my face and a little flutter to my heart! (Can anyone say, "Corny!") He was made for me and I am beginning to believe that I was made for him. Like peas and carrots. (Can you hear Forrest Gump?)

Isn't she just the cutest little thing? She (Carrie) brightens my day with her sweet smile. Good as gold. A mother's love never runs dry I don't guess, because my heart still feels so full I am almost certain it will burst. What if it did burst? I am seeing little splashs of rainbow colored goop all over the walls. (Okay that was a little weird?!) But really think about it - I don't mean literally, but figuratively - what if your heart burst open - what would come out? That's something to ponder - hmm - sigh - I am pondering...yep, I think it would be rainbow colored goop. Cool!

Summer is in full swing at our house so just my being able to sit down and gather my thoughts and have time to blog is a gift of grace. God makes me smile! :) He really does care about every single detail of our lives - and not only does He care - He is interested as well. Now that is something to really ponder!

Some really neat things are on the horizon for the Sims' family. No details will be released at this time, but it's exciting because it's a God-thing; a God-sized thing. He is speaking and we are hearing and actually following. Pray for us as the Lord puts us on your heart. His plan is perfect and timing impeccable!

"Some trust in chariots and some in horses, but we trust in the name of the Lord our God."

Psalm 20:7

Life in the Shoe

Believe it or not this is the first photo of our whole gang since Carrie was born. It is so hard to find a time when we are all home together! This picture was taken after a long day of fun and fellowship at the home of our friends. What a great day we had! We need more times like that. Not just our family, but all of us - relaxing and enjoying life together. It's hard though...we all have our own lives - and we are all busy. Sunday was a reminder to me that no matter how hectic life gets "in the shoe," we can and must make time to spend time - quality time - with friends.
Our lives are so enriched when we can sit back and marvel at all the "life" God has given us. I love this picture. Two little peas in a pod. It's funny but all my kids no matter who they are are like peas in a pod when they are playing. In the mornings while the other kids are at school these two are fast friends - laughind and playing and really having a great time together. Sara Joy gets to be the "big" sister. And Bo is her "widdle" bruddur. I was praising her and him for being good brother's and sister's the other day. This is what I heard a few moments later - Sara Joy: "I such a gooowood bid bruddur." She cracks me up! Bo is a bigger copy-catter than she ever thought of being. The other night he and Sara Joy and Riley were running from the dresser to the end of the bed in my room - counting - "1-2-3-go!" Bo crouched down, "Uh(1)-uh(2)-fee(3)-uh(go)!" And off he ran into the end of the bed.
Carrie is such a blessing to our family. Once again the Lord has given me a reminder of His love for me in her. He also reminds me to slow down and enjoy these little ones at my feet. I emailed my sister today telling her sometimes I feel like I am on a sinking ship, but when I look around at the sweet faces that surround me I can see the Lord smiling on me. Carrie Faith. Her name is a reminder to sing joyfully and expectantly about the goodness and faithfulness of the Lord.
These two little yahoo's are both "middle" children. They L-O-V-E to have their picture taken. Everything about them screams, "Hey, look at me...see me...laugh at me...clap for me...notice me...I am so cute and funny and great." Just a minute ago as I was typing the text for the first picture Riley was standing at the pantry getting some raisins practicing a song for his K5 graduation...'He's still working on me...He's still working on me." Tear whelled up in my eyes. I love him! Sydney, too! So full of life.
James got braces earlier this year. He loves them! :) This year I got yearbooks for him and Madelyn. It was so funny to read some of the things in his book. Several of the older girls commented on how they really liked James hair. He has the longer bangs that he whips over to the side and he REFUSES to let me cut them. I gave him a trim around the edges, but I was not going anywhere near the front. Funny! James is a great kid! He loves to play ball. He and Brad and the other kids (and Dads) were playing ball most of the afternoon this past Sunday at our friend's house. FUN!!!
Madelyn (on the right with the shorts) was in her first ever school play a couple of weekends ago. It was really, really good! We were all impressed. She loves drama. I think she will end up majoring in performing arts - if not she will be a writer. This sweet child has turned a corner. Back in the fall she began going to another church while staying at her Dad's. After a few weeks I started noticing a difference - a big difference. Well a few weeks later she told me she wanted to get baptized again. We talked about it - she shared her heart..."When I got baptized I was little and didn't really understand...but now I know - it's like I really have a relationship with Jesus - and I just want to tell everyone." YES! She has been such a breath of fresh air to me. It is invigorating to be around people who are full of life. It's freeing! She definately grounded and growing. It blesses me when I walk in her room and see the verses she has written on her mirror and posted on her wall. She is not only hearing the Word, but seeking to apply it! Another - YES! She just got braces the other day - she was nervous about how they would make her look, but I think they look really cute! She is such a beautiful girl!

Life in the Shoe is definately full - fast and furious - but as one of my friends always says, "It's all good!"

The Shoe Gets Stretched

Carrie Faith Sims. Seven pounds, seven ounces, and 21 inches long. March 1, 2008 at 10:46 a.m.
Our "little" shoe stretched again and we are filled up to overflowing. Pregnancy can do weird things to a woman; I mean wierd things. For instance, and maybe this one isn't so wierd (I have the feeling that many of you ladies have experienced the same thing.), but have you ever wondered just how in the world you will be capable of loving this little baby? I mean questioned yourself about whether or not you are actually capable of loving another human being as much as he/she needs to be loved. I have. I was never quite sure of the answer until the newborn babe was laid on my chest moments after delivery. Instantly almost instinctly my mother's heart was filled and pouring over with love and joy. It happened again almost a month ago.
Brad and I got to the hospital around 7:30 a.m. and the nurse got me all set up and ready to go by 8:30. Steady contraction were coming every six minutes or so, but since I was already scheduled to be induced I was started on pitocin. My water broke on its own at 9:50 a.m. and I was at six centimeters. Anxiety pounced as I braced myself for the pain I knew was coming. Brad could see the fear in my face. He kept reassuring me, "It's all going to be okay. You can do this." What a great man I have! It hasn't always been that way though... I won't digress. HA! (I'll blog about the Old Man in the Shoe another day.)
Starting to tense up after a hard contraction or two, I asked for a quarter dose of Staydol. AHHH - like a glass of wine. Relax...it'll all be over and you'll be holding your sweet little girl. Another hard contraction or two (10:30 or so) and I looked over at Brad and said, "You've got to get somebody because my body is starting to push."
All of a sudden the room was very warm (I had beads of sweat over my lips and on my brow) and things were moving very quickly. It was time. Dr. Harris was ready. With camera held out in front of him, my dad was ready. Brad was right next to me ready. BUT...I wasn't ready - flashbacks of Bo's delivery incited fear. I can laugh about it now, but it sure want' funny then. As I was delvering Bo I kept whispering, "This is so painful," over and over again. Ya think?!?!?! With the next contraction came the cheer to push...now don't push just breath...I can't not push - I've gotta push...no you can't push just breath...then once again...push! One more push and she was out. It seemed to me as if the whole entire room cheered.
Two hours and sixteen minutes. That's a record for me. And it wasn't even that painful. BIZARRE...Wonderful. God's presence was sensed and received. He poured Himself out on us that morning and it has been a continual down pour for these past weeks. Never have I experienced or sensed such elation and joy. The atmosphere was electric. We were all laughing and smiling. Obviously family would act that way, but I don't recollect medical staff having such an emotional response. Had I been able to see with spiritual eyes I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I would have seen scores and scores of angels dancing and celebrating the arrival of Carrie Faith Sims. God was there with us and it was unbelievably wonderful!
Something has happend in me as a result; Brad, too. I cannot quite put it into words, but it is as if everything I have learned and studied and expereinced has settled down - way deep down - into my heart. I feel God's peace - I am delighting in His presence - I am in love with Jesus. His Love has exploded into my heart and filled me up. I feel like an all new person - like I am awakening to something fresh and alive and real and amazing. I am loved and capable of loving greatly. Wow! Wow...I cannot fully relate what that means to me with all the things I have struggled with over the years. I am free...free to be loved...free to love...free...free...free.
This old lady's heart has finally found rest and contentment. And...it feels GOOD!!! There is so much more I want to share - so much, but it's getting late for me so I will say "good night." The Lord bless you and keep you. The Lord make His face to shine upon you. The Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace. Numbers 6:24-26

Three Days and Three Nights

Three days and three nights...Tres Dias...or as some know it... Walk to Emmaus or...Cursillo. What ever the name, these weekends are a concentrated three days and nights of seeking to know and expereince Jesus in a deeper and fuller way.

I remember when a friend from Bible study shared with our class that she was going to a Walk to Emmaus weekend. Immediately my mind pictured her furiously walking up a hill completing some physical task that had spiritual implications. Funny how we can so quickly form opinions or ideas about a thing before we have any true concept of what it actually is. My friend came back radiant, but she didn't share a whole lot about the weekend. Good for her I thought - rather judgmentally.

A year or so later our good friends, Dave and Carrie Reid, attended a Tres Dias weekend in Birmingham. Fully expecting to hear about every detail of the weekend, I was sorely let down when Carrie rather tight-lipped said that it was good and eye-opening, but didn't expound on any of the details. How could she not share this with me...if it was so good then why didn't she tell me more?

They invited Brad and I to go to a Tres Dias weekend in the early Spring of 2003. At first I was really excited. Brad went without hesitation. The smile couldn't have been slapped off his face when he returned. Yet, once again...I couldn't find out any specifics about the weekend. Okay...what's going on here. Hardness was forming over my heart. The weekend I was once so eager to attend was now a thorn in my side. I was not going to go. Brad said I was. All the more reason for me to not want to go - rebellious and stubborn. He said there was no choice in the matter - he'd pack my bags for me, but I was GOING! Whew I was so mad that Thursday when I left for Tres Dias. I mean fuming mad!

Sitting by myself on the pew of the church where we all gathered before making our way to Pine Eden campground for the weekend retreat, I began to pray..."Lord give me a willing spirit...break this pride that has reared it's ugly head in my heart. I know You have a purpose for me being here, and I know that You have something for me to receive from You this weekend - I don't want to miss it - I don't want to miss You!" I didn't sleep much that first night and really just wanted to go home, but I knew in my spirit that God was there and had something to reveal.

The teachings I heard were really not anything new or different. While it all lined up with Scripture, there was an air of something deeper - a transparency in presentation - a vulnerability - an openeness that beckoned..."Go deeper with me, Jami...deeper..." I don't exactly know how or when or what happened, but by Sunday morning I was a glow with the Spirit of the Lord like I never had been before. (The smile couldn't have been slapped off my face either.) Something happened over the course of those three days and three nights that caused me to be immersed in the grace and love of Christ like I had never perceived before. God revealed Himself to me in a unique and special way over that weekend that has created in me a hunger and thirst and desire for more and more and more of Him.

I cannot share specifics. Not because I cannot, but because it would not benefit those who have not yet come on a Tres Dias. For instance, even though the 10 other ladies and I that attended my specific Tres Dias experienced all the same teachings, chapels, and meal times, we each received something totally different. We were all in different places in our walks with the Lord so in turn we all received something different that was unique to where we were and what we needed. It think that is what is so special about these weekends. While they are cookie-cutter in outline, they are anything but in application as the Spirit pours Himself out on each one present and willing and receptive.

Tres Dias is not an emotional experience - while many emotions may be experienced over the course of our 72 hours together - it is an experience with truth - capital T-Truth and little t-truth. It is a weekend that the walls come down and grace runs free. A weekend of unconditional love and accpetance no matter where you are or where you've been. A weekend of no expectations - just openness to what God wants to reveal.

Once I returned from my weekend, Brad and I were able to share the things we both experienced on our weekends and how they meant different things to each of us or how they ministered in similar ways to us both. Tres Dias has been an experience that has given us something we can share together - a unifying tool that we love to share with others.

Carrie and I (as well as other friends who have been to Tres Dias)have also been able to share. We have talked in great detail about every aspect and event of the weekend. It is so neat to hear about how God revealed different things to each one of us and has drwan us deeper into Himself as a result.

There is nothing exclusive about Tres Dias or any of these weekends - nothing secretive - nothing hidden. There is however much preparation and prayer given to each weekend and because of that these weekends are limited in the number of people who can attend each time. Humbled...I was so humbled the first time I served on a Tres Dias weekend. All the prayer and care that went into the weekend blew me away. And it's like that every time. Months and months of time given and preparations made and prayers lifted up in order that several hand-fulls of people may come and enjoy God's presence in a way not possible in the hustle-bustle busy-doing 21st century in which we live.

I love Tres Dias, but I love Jesus more. Tres Dias is merely a tool used mightly by God for the building up of HIS Church. Our lives have been enriched by our involvment with Tres Dias. We have not and will not ever place Tres Dias over our local church. It is for the building up of the local church that these 3-day movements were created. Tres Dias is an enhancement and compliment to the local church and should not ever be placed ahead of involvment with the local body.

Tres Dias is not sponsored by any one denomination, but made up of a governing "board" (Brad and I serve on our local community "board" called Secretariat)of Bible-believing, Christ-honoring men and women. You can read the Tres Dias statement of belief at www.tresdias.org by entering the site and clicking on the "Constitution" tab on left hand side of screen, scrolling down and clicking on 2.0 "purpose of Tres Dias and Statement of Belief."

We invite you to come on a Tres Dias weekend. Chattahoochee Valley Tres Dias which offers it's weekends at Pine Eden Campground in Hamilton, Georgia is the community that Brad and I are involved in. Each year our community has 4 weekends, 2 for the men and 2 for the women with one set of weekends in the fall and one set in the spring. April 3-6 (men) and April 10-13 (women) are the upcoming set of weekend for the spring. Just let us know and we can get you signed up and ready to go. It is an awesome weekend!

Pictures I couldn't insert in the other posts

Bo enjoyed his oreo cookie icecream pie. It is so hard for me to believe that he is already a year old - sitting at the big table - walking - saying ma...ma...da...da - eating big people food...it's crazy how fast time flies by. God teach us to number our days!

Bo's first birthday - Happy Birthday Bo!!! The Big ONE. I love that all my children were excited for Bo to celebrate his birthday...they helped put the candle in the pie and blow the candle out and remove the candle and get the gifts and open the gifts and play with the gifts...and all the while Madelyn was helping keep things calm - What a blessing!

The Old Lady in the Shoe and her peeps...Getting this picture taken was quite interesting if you could imagine...At a certain point in the picture taking process you really could care less if everyone if looking or smiling...this one turned out good though...and the Old Lady was happy about that!

Tuckered-out...Sara Joy had had all the excitment she could take for one morning. Notice the jamma's and bright white and pink Dora shoes! She is precious! I got a picture of her the other night sleeping on the kitchen floor...now that is TIRED!




Little man Bo getting in on all the Christmas action. He makes me laugh always smiling and getting into something. His laugh seems to get frozen in the flash of the camera...

I told you Sydney got enough make-up to last the rest of her natural life...Madelyn, Sydney and Sara Joy all "dolled" up. James took this picture. I had NO idea what they were doing in Madelyn's room. The girls LOVE...L-O-V-E the make-up!

James, AKA Brandon Cox. He and Riley would wear their AU uniforms 24/7 if they could! You should see them outside all playing ball together. It is a riot! He's actually a good kicker and puts a pretty spin on the ball when he passes it That was one of the things Brad said last night to James..."I am so thankful for James that I get to play football with him."

All the children on Christmas morning after the blitz...showing off their new "jamma's" (as Sara Joy calls them).
Aren't they so sweet and cute and handsome!

Riley's one request - SpongeBob hat...I have two other pictures that I will spare you of his SB umbrella and SB gloves. He was so SO EXCITED about the gifts!

This is the Year...

Just a few days before the new year rolled around I told Brad, "This is going to be the year. I just have a feeling about it." We were invited by a friend and his wife along with several other couples to cheer on the Auburn Tigers as they took on the Clemson Tigers in the Chik-Fil-A Bowl in Atlanta for New Year's Eve. What an adventure! Our whole crew had a blast! The highlight of the evening...seeing the winning play (Auburn crossing the end zone securing a win) from the eighth row on about the 20 yard line. Adrenaline, cheers, yelps, high-fives, flashing smiles and camera's...a night to remember. Leaving the game I looked at Brad again and said something to the effect..."2008 is the year." A friend overheard what I said and asked something like what did I mean or why. No definitive answer to give, just a smile and a confident reply that I just felt like 2008 is going to be a great year - an exciting year.

Exiting the last flight of stairs (that was an anxiety-packed few moments) in the Marta station, I overheard a teen-aged girl reply to her friend, "I don't know what I am doing tomorrow...Daddy, what (she had planned to ask her Dad what the aganda for the next day was, but looking around the girl noticed her Dad wasn't where he was when she last looked)...Where did Daddy go...he and Mama know what I've got planned even before I do." Then she asked her friend, "What time are you going to the movies?" Lost in contemplation over what this young girl said - I mean what she really said beyond the words she spoke, the noise around me went quiet. Her trust in her parents and reliance on them so strong that she didn't even give a second to thought what the plans for the next day would be; her parents had it all figured out. She wasn't anxious or concerned. What I heard her affirm through those few words..."I know that my Mom and Dad love me and have great plans for me what ever that may look like and I trust them with every day of my life."

I think that is a part of what I sense about 2008. I don't know what lies ahead. "Change" - the word keeps coming to mind. "New," "different," "unity;" all words that come to mind as I think about this new year. "Trust" - that's the biggy and I almost forgot it...Trust...do I so trust in my Dad that I can let go of the anxieties of today and worries of tomorrow and just live in today trusting that His plans for me are ALWAYS GOOD - no matter what that looks like. Honestly, I have to say that I don't know if I am there yet in experience - yet I can look back over the last 9 years as I have been walking with the Lord and see that He is fully Trust worthy and faithful. I know it as truth in my heart and in my head, but it is as if the two haven't fully meshed together. What's that all about????!!!!???

Bo is crying to get up from nap and since today is his birthday I guess I need to get the little fellow up so we can have a little family celebration marking his first year. Hold those thoughts and I'll be back to blogging sometime later in the week.