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Cat Man

Saturday, September 12th, 2015

DSCN1000DSCN0999DSCN0998Have you ever noticed that when a guy (or girl) doesn’t want to hold a cat, said cat seems to want to do everything possible to get near that individual. So is the case for my wonderful husband who has some sort of allergy to fleas.

Our two cats, Tony and Norman are just the perfect picks for our family, except the flea thing, which of course is treatable, but you know…dang expensive. Our first kitty came completely flea infested–we bathed him every day until he was old enough to be treated, perhaps that’s what caused the strong bond.

There’s an interesting story on how Tony came to be part of our family.
It was back when AJ would let me put her in the stroller and go for walks the length of which I could decide (an era long gone). I’d dropped Willie off at preschool and for some reason decided to go up the hill towards my parents house, despite knowing that no one would be home. It’s just a nice walk and had been a beautiful day, that Tuesday afternoon in May.

10409771_10154292812535425_1791237982008525763_nAnyway, along the windy pretty much one lane road that would lead toward their street I headed. Before long, as we passed the long succumbed to blackberry bushes apple orchard, across the street under a tree in front of a two story brick house were a cat and several kittens.
A man nearby looked us over as we slowed and said, “Hey there, Miss, you wanna kitten?” I said that I’d come over to look, noticing that AJ had fallen asleep.

The kittens were so cute!! And old enough to go to homes, I estimated them to be about ten weeks old.

home with AJ

home with AJ

It wasn’t hard at all to see that they had mites in their ears, a couple had entirely black inside their ears and quite possibly had worms as well. I asked where the litter had been born. He gestured to behind the house and said, “back there, ma’am, under one of ’em trailers. I rent one of ’em back there.” Pointing to the brick house he continued to explain that, “This ain’t my house.”

Any reasonable person would have gotten up then and thanked the gruff looking kind hearted man for his time and moved along, but I’m not a reasonable person. I’m a person who remembers her mother letting her bring home a mite and flea infested white male kitten who turned out to be the best kitten in the world by my 7 year old standards.

10440959_10154292812665425_7930921237325673505_nI asked this man if he had any way for me to bring a kitten home. His grin got really big and he said, “Sure thing, pretty. I betcha I got a box in the dumpster in the back. Got a minute, wait right there, please.” I did wait.

It’s been over a year. I hope his litter mates are OK. He’s grown into his adorable big paws and is a little too chubby, but such a sweetheart. Our lives just wouldn’t be the same without him. Well worth the price of flea medicine? I think so.

Darren talks about his precious childhood cat living double life expectancy. May our sweet kitties live so long. With good care and plenty of love perhaps they will. Thanks for being part of our family, Tony, this really was meant to be.

Willie hoping we can keep Tony!

Willie hoping we can keep Tony!

I had no kitten supplies at home, as there hadn’t been any plan to acquire a cat at all. It would soon be time to pick up Willie.

10441264_10154292812775425_6645306066461484093_nI quickly got Tony home in the box that the man had given me from his dumpster and when home set up a doggie pen that I had purchased when we got our rabbits, Waldo and Billy Jo back when Deeder and Cath were toddlers.

I then went off to get Willie from preschool telling him that we had to walk over to the feed store for, “some stuff” there we purchased a starter set which included a cat food and water bowl and litter pan. We bought a bag of kitten food and litter and got home as fast as our legs could carry us. The sweet little kitty was sleeping when we got home.

10409026_10154429912930425_4130011533005934104_nWhen AJ woke and the bus arrived with the oldest two Tony was absolutely at home, as if this were the place he’d been born.

We were all just absolutely in love, and worried that Daddy’d say we weren’t ready and that the kitten had to go.

Of course that was far from what happened. When he got home he saw the little guy curled up with really what looked like a sweet smile on those little kitten lips. This was home, and still is.

Norman, however, also here very much forever, was quite planned! I fell in love with her through her picture over Facebook and secretly planned to have her brought to my house. She’s so precious, and adored by our whole family. This post is full of pictures of kitten Tony, starting out with pictures of big cat Tony.

Another day we’ll have pictures of sweetpie Normy and how she came to be our little girl.

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Have any of my readers noticed that the Bible pretty much has something to say about everything under the sun? Even on the subject of loving our animals!

A righteous man cares about his animal’s health,

but even the merciful acts of the wicked are cruel. Pro 12:10

Moral of the story, that in consideration, is that we sure better keep up on taking care of our kitty-cats, bunnies, and … well…we’re still hoping for a dog, and telling the children what a, “big responsibility puppies are.”

On this day that we mark 9 years

Friday, September 12th, 2014

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KONICA MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA

Life gets so congested with the same things. The same arguments resurface and re-mend. The anniversaries approach and pass. The little girl who was my flower girl is a gorgeous 8th grader now and recently statused, “Never Regret Anything that Once Made You Smile” I’ve thought of asking her where it’s from, with each word beginning in caps perhaps its something from a song or poem. Wherever it’s from, pure brilliance.

I can close my eyes and peal back to pure elation. My heart can dance with glee.

Nine years the day before yesterday, baby!

Darren brought me a gorgeous collection of flowers from the shop where we ordered our flowers for the wedding those days and months ago. The smell of roses and lilies and tiny splashes of more subtle pieces bring me back in a smooth somber way giving me such a thankfulness for the journey that God has given us to take together. I am so well cared for and I know that my being here is appreciated.

We had planned with permission to go to Bellingham for a movie and meal. Two kids were to get off the school bus at my folks and we brought the other two over. Turned out to be too much for the babysitters! The job ended up falling on the guy who was 9 on the day we said, “I do.” He didn’t even try to sugar coat the experience saying, “Dad lost a whole day of work” of dad who was gone to a prayer meeting when we got back to pick the kids up for bedtime…at this point it is completely an accident on my part that the kids became primarily his responsibility–I don’t feel like apologizing since that wasn’t my fault. Ignore it happened? I have done him favors in the past–like rock him to sleep when he was an infant and care for him the first few years of his life. My mom suggested buying him a coffee, I imagine he’d consider accepting a whole month of my allowance more worthy a gift! My brother starts university this fall and should be in an apartment one would imagine.

My sweetie and I went to eat crepes and quiche, at 3 in the afternoon. Why not?! It was just wonderful. Fresh organic locally grown fruit overflowing from a whole wheat crepe with whip cream dollop on top and chocolate zig-zagged across that. <---The diet starts tomorrow! We then went to a movie and strolled around downtown. We bought AJ a pair of little shoes since her boots are too small; we found them in a sweet children's clothing and toy store that we both imagined our children completely laying waste to, well at least we could see so vividly a jostle up of a few of the fancy displays being the fault of our fantastic four. Feeling so blessed to spend time together we headed up to be greeted by my mom just dialing our number to wonder where we were and AJ screaming diaperless on the floor. My poor family! AJ is quite the case! She wasn't to bed until 11pm. We're already planning for our 10th anniversary festivities and we love our kids but they're not coming along! We talked with the children in the morning about listening and being polite. They seemed to all think that they did well and completely viewed the day before as being a yesterday holding no consequences into the current time frame. Sometimes, that's how life is. It looks chaotic, but once you close your eyes and wake again there is nothing but room for another chance. Not because yesterday wasn't perfect but because today is fresh and new as it should be. I want to look forward, and love forward. Passing a tattoo parlor, by the way, on our walk around town I was tempted to go in and be one of those idiots who gets an unplanned permanent marking to commemorate the day. I found this hilarious photo stream the next morning: Feel Better About Your Choices.

The Bed that Belongs

Monday, February 10th, 2014

My baby girl is coming up on TWO YEARS OLD!!!

What should her gift be?

We were thinking of a toddler bed. The other kids get a new carseat at this age, her big girl seat is Cath’s big girl seat. Big sis got a booster chair to replace the seat that her little sister inherited, we’re all safely seated!

Opinions would be great on what a good age is to move children from crib to bed. Or, for us it would be from pack ‘n’ play to toddler bed.

A.J asking to get out of her pack'n'play

A.J asking to get out of her pack’n’play

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In the pictures you can easily see how relaxed my baby is in a bigger bed. She is not as miserable as she looks in the pack ‘n’ play. More upset at having her picture taken when she would rather be getting helped out. I am an attachment parent for breastfeeding stage, kids being close is awesome is that’s to be an issue broached. With the way our house is set up, the bedrooms are all crunched together, so even when there are walls between us we’re never far apart.

Which bed belongs? Baby bed or big girl bed? Obviously she’s grown a little.

Last year was my last ever 1st birthday. With each of these moving on to the next thing in my youngest child’s life I look both ways before I cross.

Take notice of my darling A.J’s gorgeous quilt! It is hand crafted and designed by the incredible mother and daughter team of Materpiece Quilts of Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Do You Hear Me?

Friday, February 7th, 2014

Jhn 10:27

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name.

Darren and I tell the kids sometimes that they’re our little sheep, actually we haven’t in a while. I’ve more been telling them that they are a team and need to stay together. Never the less, the principle applies. Jesus tells us in scripture that he knows us, and that doesn’t mean he knows us based on the aliases our Earth families gave us. Our Father in Heaven knows us much more personally than that and when in a past post I have talked confidentiality I can think in this realm. Just because I don’t want them to be embarrassed by me I should not limit myself from writing about them; they are more than their name.

In one of my past posts I wrote about calling out my children’s names a number of times, whether I be gathering them to myself; or what I am ashamed to admit is a repeating the request for a task more than twice before I come into the situation to follow through with consequences or whatnot.

thZ9GUT2U8This blog is no longer a child photo journal for a doting mother, as I wish it were. There is a neatened look, my sidebar has been converted into a drop down menu creating a clean text focused look which will draw any visitors attention to my message. I love it and actually spent hours today straightening the lines when really I had access and opportunity to straightening the lines in my physical housework. This is what I needed to do this afternoon, clear my writing mind.

I’d love to have a simple journal in which I talk about my clogged vacuum, or how I learned to darn socks. Oh wait, I don’t repair socks, I throw them away. And I don’t spend extensive amounts of time researching how to unclog my $700 vacuum; I check out the obvious places where the problem may be then write a note to remind myself to have someone else check it out. I might write down the name of whomever ought to look at it.
Interestingly, I don’t consider myself a bad mom or wife for not involving my attention 100% in this. And that because I know someone else who can do what I could not, their name and how to contact them is of concern to me.

This might not seem like such a big thing, but I’m getting there.

What's your name?

What’s your name?

In that fast track bio drop down, would you think it strange if it said Rickie: My Right Hand Man, Cath: Second in line & Self Proclaimed Winner, Willy: 2nd Son and Mommy’s Cuddle Bug, A.J: The House Princess.

Yes, I already wrote about this. If you haven’t read that, click here. It was a satisfying write. When I asked people what they thought the answer wasn’t fulfilling as I resonated on it. “The writing is yours, put it as you like.” That’s always been what I have done. But since the blog entry about my oldest’s learning troubles I really haven’t written again about the children.

Actually, I’m overflowing with talk about children but getting heavy flack for it at home. The joy in writing about my own kids has gone with fear of invading their future privacy.

I love my kids names and want to protect their confidentiality. I don’t want my oldest daghter’s identity to be in jeopardy just for the sake of me having to use that name in a cute story in 2014. I’ve decided that I don’t need her name to show up in bing.com searches. I’ll change my ways from here.

cira 2012

cira 2012


Cath is Carly Annalise Taryn
Willie is Koen William
A.J is Abegayle Joy
Deeds (he can keep his nickname)

Confusing for you who know us?

Go to the Intro page, recognize our faces and figure it out. A little start, to celebrate A.J. turning 2 this month: left to right with Auntie Lydia —A.J, Cath, Deeds, and Willie.

I have always wanted to learn how to darn socks.

The Reece’s Rainbow children’s names are all aliases and this does not stop any of us from loving them as we do across the ocean as is the circumstance.

These children are known by other names in their orphanages, and will receive another once they are home; that does not change who they are. This is an amazing fact! Our names do not make us who we are, it’s our soul and their God.

Amazingly Awesome!

Monday, January 20th, 2014

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Abegayle and Carly!!! You have my permission to be the next Katie Davis. This Tennessee prom queen is 22 and changing the world with an organization that she has founded in Uganda called Amazima which spreads the Gospel of salvation, and provides food and education to local children and families through employing people from the communities to join together to bettering the community. I only just found out about this and am eager to learn more. Adoptive mom of 14 kids at the age of 22? Yowzer!

What started out as a ten month mission trip to Uganda teaching Kindergarten after high school continued into a lifetime commitment. We’ll be reading “Kisses From Katie” soon! There so many images and incredible stories and news video clips about Katie Davis spread all over the Internet. This is without a doubt the hand of GOD working through this young woman as she really is living her dream to be the next Mother Theresa.


Here’s another news clip: In Uganda, American Becomes Foster Mom To 13 Girls, it’s 3 years old. I’ll let you learn more about her on your own, all I have to say is that this is an incredible young woman and I’m looking forward to watching to see her organization grown. What amazing work! Thank you, GOD, for people like Katie Davis and those who come along side her to coordinate such an incredible work in Your name. Amen.