*We love them all the same, but the 4 year old is at the age where she says most of the funny stuff around here...

- Upon hearing that daddy had decided to sell our pop-up camper, Eli's shoulders fell and her arms hung at her sides like Magilla Gorilla. She was deflated at the sad news. "Dad! Please don't sell it away!" Dad does some fast talking, trying to explain his decision/promise of an even better camper to a 4 year old. She was having none of it. "Dad! Why are you selling it away? It IS my camper!"

- On the first day of swim lessons, in an attempt to delay going under water, Eli kept chatting with her teacher, hoping to keep her in conversation so she would forget to dunk her. When she realized it wasn't going to work she blurted out frantically as she was going under, "BUT I'M JUST A LITTLE KID!!!"

- My son (age 13) was told to cover a partial can of dog food and put it into the fridge. Later, as I was closing the fridge door, I glimpsed something that caused me to do a double take. Classic Micah. He had covered the can with an empty bread bag and then secured it by stretching one of his sister's hot pink socks over the top. Guess I should have specified: foil or cling wrap!

- Me- "Micah, please change your brother."
Him- "But mom! It's a dung diaper!!"

- Me- "Dad already salted the broccoli."
Eli- "But it doesn't feel salty when I eat it."

- Trying to blow the shofar
Eli- "Do I just blow all of my air into here?"

-Upon seeing a deer's head mounted on a wall.
Eli- "Is that moose real?"
Me- "Yes. It's a deer."
Eli- (cautiously moves closer for a better look) "Did they cut it's body off?"


Fifteen years

Year one (1997) - Newlywed bliss! Getting the hang of being married and having fun fixing up our cute little house.

Year two- Baby on board! Making our way through the adventures of the first pregnancy.

Year three- Being parents is the most amazing thing we've done so far. SO much fun (and just a little stress thrown in when he fights sleep)! We are crazy about our little boy. A dishwasher gets installed and life is good!

Year four- Baby is walking, money is tight, we sometimes fight over flag football, but, like the grass in our little yard and our precious boy, our love is still growing!

Year five- Another baby on the way! Excitement runs high, money runs LOW. We can make it through with a smile. Red letter day when we get a/c in our little house!

Year six- Welcome baby girl and big brother falls madly in love- we all do. Life is even sweeter now.

Year seven- He's a big boy, and off to preschool. Baby sister is walking. Daddy buys a new house. We move.

Year eight- Kindergarten and peewee football bring big changes to our daily schedule. Our new friends are the best! Daddy gets a pay cut at work and money is tight again. We can make it through...with a smile? Yes.

Year nine- Major changes as we study the Bible with new eyes. Out with the old, in with the new. Keeping the Sabbath and Feast days blesses us deeply.

Year ten- Homeschooling begins! Baby #3, whom we thought was never gonna be, is on the  way! Enjoying daddy's work schedule (4 days on, 3 days off), our friends, our studies, fun trips, life is good!

Year eleven- Starting all over with our precious tiny baby is fun! Drifting apart from our dear friends is not. Something in the wind smells like more changes. By His grace, still holding tight to the Word.

Year twelve- Money is tight. We're gonna be alright. making it through homeschooling year three and it's getting so much better! Scotty makes a schoolroom of the back porch. Baby, after battling Kawasaki's disease, is on the mend and doing fine. Even started walking!

Year thirteen- Surprise! Baby #4 is on the way! Daddy starts school and training for A/P license. We don't see much of him. It is hard. Money is tighter than ever before. Losing friends hurts so much. Pregnancy is hard. Baby finally comes and we love him so. But life is rough this year. Dark. We hold onto the only Light as tightly as we can.

Year fourteen- Things are getting better and Daddy is done with school. Earned his license and gets a raise. Working night shift for the first time ever. It starts out horrible, for those of us at home, and then gets gradually easier. But still rough. Life has changed a lot for us, but we've still got each other. We hold on tight.

Year fifteen- Moving forward and staying positive cause what else can we do? Things are getting better. Everyone is healthy, growing. We are grateful for many, many blessings. Learning to accept change. Finally, Daddy goes back on day shift. Oh, happy day!! After 18 months of working nights, this is a huge relief and a major blessing. Still holding on, still in love. Still so blessed to be Mrs. Scotty Fitzgibbon.

The good, the bad, the ugly...I'll take it all as long as I've got you.