Hmm. Not too much.

Well, I've come on here every day since my last post and tried to think if there was anything interesting going on to write about. I just couldn't really come up with anything. It's not as if life has been on hold or anything, but we are busily carrying on with our everyday activities.

Lydia attended VBS last week but unfortunately I didn't get any pictures!!! She had such a fun time. That sort of stuff is right up her alley. She's been singing to songs constantly now ad even Bethany is catching on.

We attempted potty training with Bethany while Lydia was at VBS, but we didn't get very far! Daddy really doesn't want to do the baby potty chair thing this time, but she was very uncomfortable on the big potty, so after getting some wise advice I decided to invest in a "Cushie-Tushie".

We'll see how it goes!

Havilah is still refusing to walk although just in the last few days she has decided to try standing on her own. I think we're close!

I went in today to have my hair cut. This is one of those luxuries that I absolutely adore! In an attempt to save some money, my darling husband has cut my hair the last two times. I must say he does quite a good job. Something for him to fall back on at least if the whole police business doesn't work out! Nevertheless, there is nothing so wonderful as sitting in that chair, having your hair washed, combed, cut and styled. Bliss itself!






Nothing too dramatic, just a trim. Nearly as good a job as my husband!

One lesson down. Many more to come!

The other night I got the urge to teach Lydia some more skills that will benefit her ( and me (sheepish grin!)) in the future. I decided to tackle the dreaded "knife lesson", with the firm resolution that if things didn't go well ( you know, blood, missing fingers etc.) we would stop.

My first born displayed her first born qualities and took to it amazingly well. She was very cautious and meticulous as she sliced her strawberries and celery into perfect, uniform pieces. I also let her have a hand in grating the cheese. It was such a fun evening and she was so proud of herself!

Bethany got to be the official "Pick up the celery and put it in the bowl girl". Anything to make her feel important and as far away from a knife as I can get her!

The next task that I'm dreading to teach: "How to crack an egg". I don't even know where to begin!

Family Pictures!!

One of the biggest blessings of having this blog has been not only keeping in touch with people I very rarely see, but also finding some new "friends" (that is what I call you!) who I've never actually met in real life. I love following their blogs and knowing what's going on in their lives.

One such "blogging buddy" is Alysun. She found my blog back at it's very beginning through her sister-in-law and has been such a great encouragement to me through it all as she is very generous with her comments and updates.

Alysun is also a wonderful photographer! I've drooled over her work for months now. We were always the "go to Penny's and hope for the best" type of a family, but I loved to see how creative Alysun's work was and how she seemed to get good pictures every shoot! When I found out how affordable she was (about half of what we would spend at Penny's!) I couldn't resist!

Yesterday we met at the park. It was delightful to meet her in person! We all had a wonderful time (even David said it was fun!) and I always felt so confidant in everything she had a us do. Havilah was not in the mood to be easily entertained and didn't hand out hardly any smiles, but still she was able to capture some adorable pictures of her.

Let me just say that I am 100% satisfied with the whole experience and would (and hopefully will!) go back to her in an instant! I can't wait to see all the pictures, but she has given a nice sampling at her photography blog~ http://www.paradisephotography.blogspot.com/ .

Thank you Alysun!!!

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I've been very conscious the last few days of how short my temper has been, how easily little things become huge things instantly and how my patience level has seemed to drop into the red zone, especially pertaining to the small inhabitants of my home. This evening I was feeling quite proud of myself. I found it quite doable (with prayer) to breathe deeply and pause before reacting and choosing to make better responses.

As a result of my new found forbearance I decided to try putting my younger two to bed at their usual time and let Lydia stay up a little longer for some special time with Mommy. (Daddy had a softball game tonight and we stayed home for fear of rain showers!). I was amazed how easily Bethany and Havilah went down, with very little protest about Lydia staying up. Lydia and Bethany share a twin bed and this is the only night I can remember where they have not gone down at the same time.

Lydia had a nice evening together. We washed her hair and put it up in socks to make it curly. Finally it was time for her to go to bed as well. As we entered the room I smelled something funny. I just couldn't quite place it. I was also very surprised to find Bethany wide awake. And I mean WIDE awake! We had entered the room in the dark (trying not to wake up Havi) and I was a little confused at what Bethany was saying.

In a very excited and somewhat nervous sounding voice, she kept saying " I drawed those pictures for you Lydia! I drawed those pictures for you.". I didn't pay too much attention at first until I started to make out some vague shadows on the wall. I turned on the light to find this...

Yes, that is permanent marker (hence the smell). Yes, she has learned that she will never do that again. And yes, I really did stay quite calm through it all! Thankfully we have not done one thing to that room since we've moved there and a can of paint should remedy much of the fiasco. I'm amazed as well at how much I am thankful for the sanity of a four year old! Not much mischief happens under Lydia's watchful eye! I guess we've still got a ways to go with the two year old!

Raising my Teasures!

If you know me very well, or if you ever had very many in depth conversations with me, you will know that I am very passionate about girls and women. I always have been. I firmly believe that Biblical femininity is under brutal attack. On the flip side, I guess that I would say that I am equally passionate about Biblical masculinity, but more as a cheerleader than a radical activist! I know that that will change if I am ever blessed with sons.

After marrying a man who comes from a family of eight boys, I was sure that I would have a houseful of sons as well. My current life is much different than I ever imagined it looking like.

I'm finding that it is one thing to feel strongly about something, say it, try and live it, speak about it, and something very different to be responsible for shaping these fresh little lives.

I'm trying to pay very close attention to the differences between my opinions ( the things I genuinely prefer), my convictions ( the things I very strongly believe make life so much more blessed and able to live surrendered to the Lord) and my foundational beliefs ( the few things that I cold never loose hold of without changing everything I believe about the Bible and my God). Now in everyday life, I should love everyone. I should love everyone who shares my beliefs as the family of God. I will probably have a great deal more in common with those who share my convictions. My opinions probably won't matter all that much to those who aren't very close to me.

But I am talking about my daughters! What things will I pass on to them and how will I do it in a balanced, God honoring, humble way? I've seen many "perfect" looking young women, dressed modestly, soft spoken, very accomplished, and as proud as anyone I've known. I've also seen many poorly dressed young women, with brash conversations, who truly loved people, but were very hindered in their effectiveness due to their lack of discretion. It would break my heart to have my daughter follow either of those examples.

I know that the heart is what matters. If the heart is wrong, nothing else matters. Truly nothing! And yet the heart clearly is not all that matters. If that were so the Bible would not have devoted so much scripture telling us as women specifically what His desires are for us. I often wonder if the Bible had said " Now I want teachers to always wear blue socks, nurses to never wear watches and postal workers to eat broccoli at least once a week" how we would respond. If we believe the Bible to be the living word of God I would hope that we would take heed of His clear direction. But why do we not take seriously things like "I also want women to dress modestly, with decency and propriety"or "I do not permit a woman to teach or have authority over a man" ( 1 Tim. 2:9&12). Obviously God does not tell us to do ridiculous things ( like wearing blue socks or eating broccoli) but the things that He does tell us specifically as women I believe that we should soberly take a look at!

I am a firm believer in brain washing! I believe with all my heart ( okay, maybe not one of my absolute beliefs but at least a conviction!) that children are going to be brain washed by something. Always. The people or things that they are exposed to the most are going to be the main shaping influences for them. When we first got married I babysat a little five year old who had a potty mouth that came straight from "Sponge Bob" and parents that didn't take the time to train it out of her. This is the exact reason that we don't have any TV service. They do watch movies, but it is entirely in our hands what they are exposed to. That is also the reason we have chosen to home school. Please, PLEASE do not take offense if you are reading this and do not share our convictions. This is just what we have come to.

I feel like I could go on forever about the way I feel about headship, modesty, education, independence, submission and much more, but I'm sure that if you felt like reading a novel, you would have picked one up instead of coming here! Maybe I'll chop them up at later dates. But here we come to the original dilemma. How do I raise these precious little treasures in a way that I will not regret?

I know that it starts with prayer. I can do nothing on my own. I need to be down on my knees begging for wisdom from our loving Father who promises to give generously to all who ask for it.

Next, I need to work on myself! Many hours of talking about patience, love and unselfishness is so easily outspoken by a angry outburst from myself. Is the tone of my voice towards my husband backing up what I'm telling them about honoring their father?

There are many just plain bad days...

.... and many that don't go quite as planned......

.. but my heart is thrilled at the task that God has given me.

My goals for my daughters : That they would love the Lord with all of their hearts, souls and minds. That they would shine for the Lord wherever they go. That they would be prepared, equipped and surrendered to make as much trouble for the devil as they can. That their lives would be a pleasing aroma to the Lord. And that I would never think that these things could ever "just happen" on their own or without a fight.

Time for a family update

It's been awhile since I've caught you up with the main characters in this family. Since our anniversary just past, you've been hearing all about David and I, but here's the rest of us!

Lydia is now four and (obvious as this may seem!) more grown up than ever. She thrives on helping mom whenever she can, whether it's cleaning up, preparing dinner or watching her sisters. She also is loving starting on school! Definitely a first born, she loves all workbooks and filling in the dots. She has made great strides lately in being encouraging to her sisters instead of just bossy. She prayed to receive Christ a few months back and it is so exciting to see her heart to truly make Him Lord of her life!



Bethany is two and a half. Do I really need to write anything else? She is full of life. Everything she does is completely whole hearted. Whether it's playing, singing, crying, laughing, fussing, fighting, dancing, hugging, crashing or loving, it's with all she has! Her greatest struggle right now is that she is trapped at two until her next birthday. She longs to be a big girl, but we think that she is getting there plenty fast. She brings us joy and laughter every day!

Havilah turned one recently and is as much her own little person as I have ever seen. She is one of those that if left to herself would be the terror of the world, but with training is absolutely irresistible! She absolutely refuses to try and walk ( all of mine have been late walkers though) but has just begun to try out some words. Her favorite and very well used word is "up". She goes all around the house then poses with her palms raised to the ceiling and stretching her fingers open and closed she says " Up? Up? Up?". We are so in love with her! She is such a treasure.

Baby #4 seems to be doing quite well. It is now eight weeks old, about 1/2 in. long and has all of their fingers and toes.

We found out about two weeks ago that I am expecting again!!! I am so excited! Only a few very sick days so far, but I am mostly feeling great! I should be due around the end of January. Nothing amazes me of the greatness of God like experiencing new life being created and then born. I am so thankful for the blessing of this new life and can't wait to meet it!

I know you're all thinking "Maybe a boy!". We would love a boy! But we adore our girls!!!

Our Fabulous Weekend!

To celebrate our fifth anniversary, David and I decided that this year we really would go away, by ourselves, and have some time together. We haven't gone away without the kids since we've had the kids! And don't get me wrong, we adore our girls! We love spending time with them! But there is just a time when we need to be just us. And that time was way over due! So we dropped the girls off at Grandma and Boppa's and took off. ( Let me just add here again what a tremendous blessing it is to have family so close. Our girls feel almost as at home at my parent's house as at our own!).

We went to Newport and stayed in Shilo Inn. Now this may not seem like luxury to many of you, but for me, I assure you it was! No cleaning, no cooking! I usually only have hospital stays to look forward to for such treatment! It was fabulous!

Sorry for the messy picture! As I said, we really did very little cleaning!

This is the beautiful Newport Bridge.

My handsome hubby gleaning knowledge as always. He amazes me!

We spent much of the day Saturday walking all around the Newport Bay. David loved the boats and I loved the Salt Water Taffy! Of course we had to spend some time watching the sleeping sea lions. As I was thinking how scary it would be to have one of those glide by you as you were swimming ( they really are quite big!), my husband was thinking what might happen if you jumped down onto their platform and woke them up!

Unfortunately, once again I forgot to get any pictures of "us" (very embarrassed!), but we are hopefully getting family pictures taken soon! It was such a special time that I will always remember. I am so thankful for such a wonderful and romantic husband who is also my very best friend. I'd rather spend time with him than anyone in the world!

My Dream Come True

I already wrote out our story (post below!) but I still wanted to share some pictures from this amazing day!

Our love story

Since our anniversary is rapidly approaching, I thought that now might be a good time to fill some of you in on the details. (Warning!!! This story relies heavily on God's faithfulness and direction!)

David and I met when I was three years old and he was six. We attended the same church for a few months until my dad started a church in the little town we live in. Both of our families home school and so our moms hit it off really well and even did several classes together through the years. We also discovered that our dad's shared the same birthday and so for twenty years now we have been having a giant joint birthday party with both of our families called "The Daddy Dinner".

Growing up I wasn't very fond of the King boys. They were very much boys and weren't very sensitive or compassionate to younger girls! Many years passed, without having very much contact other than our "Daddy Dinners".

When I was thirteen we got involved in a home school band and choir and also joined Bridgeport youth group. David was also involved in these things. All of the sudden I found that I liked this guy. A lot. ( My youngest sister is thirteen now and it blows me away to think that I was her age when I fell in love with David!). We became very good friends. We were involved in so many mutual things that we ended seeing each other almost every day, and because his family had now moved to where I lived we (My sister and I and Him and his brothers) carpooled almost everywhere.

This went on for several years. We both really liked each other, and though we were very close friends we never shared how we felt about each other. Time felt like it dragged by. The summer after I turned sixteen David decided to go work in Alaska with his brother Jonathan for six months. I thought my heart was broken. That was such a horrible time. And yet God used it in amazing ways in both of our lives. A verse was written on my wall board all that summer and it stayed there until I got married.

Psalm 37: 4-7~ Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to the Lord; trust in Him and He will do this: He will make your righteousness shine like the dawn, the justice of your cause like the noonday sun. Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him.

Finally he came home. I was so nervous that things would be totally change between us. It was a little awkward, but not too bad. He was leaving again in a month to go sell Christmas trees down is California for six weeks. The day that he was going to leave he asked my dad if he could talk to me, alone.

I'd better back up here and add another detail I left out. Because our families spent so much time together we had developed "The Rule". Even the youngest in our families knew what "the rule" was. The rule simply stated that no boy from one family and no girl from another could be alone together, just to keep a standard of being above reproach at all times. So for David to ask to talk to me alone was a big deal!

We went out to our barn where we each awkwardly sat on our own separate hay bales. There he told me that he liked me, that he had liked me for a long time and that he wanted to marry me. The problem he told me, was that he didn't know if God wanted him to marry me. We decided to take the time that he was away and any following time we may need to pray for a answer from the Lord before started any sort of relationship other than friendship.

That again was a very hard and yet very precious time praying and relying on the Lord for His direction. Finally he came home, but without an answer. So we continued praying. And praying. And praying. God always works when we least expect it! One evening while I was at a youth group event at the church David went to my parents, told them that God had given him an answer and asked if he could marry me. They had been watching this unfold for several years and were ready with their answer. Next David came to the church and asked if he could talk to me. We went into our church sanctuary where he told me that God had given him an answer and that it was a yes. That is such a precious memory to me. I remember sitting about two feet away from him on the pew and having him say that someday we would be getting married right there in that room. This all happened a month before my seventeenth birthday.

We entered into a precious "courtship" period, already committed to marriage, but getting to know each other (even after years of friendship!) and preparing for marriage. I can't say enough how thankful I am that God let us know that we were supposed to marry each other before we even started our relationship. It was an incredible time for us. We went with a team to Romania that summer ( my second trip) which gave us an extra special time to get to know each other.

By the end of that summer our parents and us all knew that it was time to start planning a wedding! We set the date for June 5, 2004 (06-05-04 pretty cool huh?) and got to work! That spring I turned eighteen, graduated from high school and got married a month later! I look at eighteen year-olds now and I am blown away! It wasn't that I was more mature or wise than most, but God had been preparing us every day of our lives, and this was His timing. I am so so so thankful. God is so good and does good and amazing things. I'm sorry that this is so long. If you made it all the way through, please be encouraged. Romans 8:28~ And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.