Tuesday, September 9, 2008


Okay, this is probably one of my least worthwhile and grossest blogs, but if you came over for dinner, we'd probably show you Francis if you didn't appear overly skittish. Actually, it's been cool to learn about God's creation.

Francis is a 1 1/2" diameter orb-weaving spider. So he (she?) weaves his web every night in the same place (our kitchen window--outside) from 7 to 8, waits in the middle for prey, then tears it down each morning between 6 and 7. Every night he goes around the center some 55 times or so spinning the new one.

Baden's book on this from the library said that spiders have usually 6-8 spinnerets in their back, which hold liquid that turns into silk as it hits the air. The silk's stronger than a steel thread that size, and elastic to nearly twice its size. He's pretty smart; his spot is under the soffit, protected from most wind and sun, and smack dab next to the light where all the bugs like to hang out.

When he catches something, it's actually really cool to see how fast he moves, running over to it, spinning it extremely fast in his silk, and dragging it back to the center. Baden's book also said that spiders don't have teeth, so they inject a poison into an insect to turn the insides to a smoothie. Eeew.

He sleeps the day away in the corner of our trim. Kind of a cool science lesson for us, and a cool chance to show Baden how Satan baits and traps us.

What happened today

Today was a strange, sad day.

At 10 this morning, an administrative assistant at the neighborhood clubhouse around the corner (in between the playground and the pool) was shot five times and killed. Her SUV was stolen. She was thirty.

The elementary school down the street was on lockdown today.

Please pray:
for the comfort of her family and that they would be brought nearer to God; that they would find forgiveness in Christ and forgive as well.
that the killer would be found, brought to justice, and find Christ and forgiveness.
that our neighbors would find peace and safety in Christ, and that all around Otter Creek Christians would make the most of every opportunity.

Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labor in vain.
Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain.
Psalm 127:1

WWF = gratitude

I am cleaning up dinner right now, and these little nuggets are floating into the kitchen from the nightly wrestling session in the living room.

"Dad, can I touch your eyeball?"

"Oh, gross! Dude, that stinks! Don't do that by my head!"

"ARRRGGGGHHH!" "UUGGGGGHHHH!" (My husband: A muffled "Unnnnnnh.") "Heeeeee-YAH!" "Unnnnh."

"I'm gonna make you WALK THE PLANK!"

"Watch out for your sister..."

"You're stepping on my head!"

"OWWWW! Mom! He hit me with his sword!"

I mean, aren't you thankful for Dad?

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Hugs for Grandma and Grandpa

I confess I got this idea from Parents magazine--and I think Grandpa John and Grandma Lori are going to love 'em. I just traced their arms and a big heart on butcher paper, then they painted them and we put their photos on them. The kids had a lot of fun!

Latest family pics

One of our boys' love languages: Wrestling!

Krispy Kremes (and hats) from Daddy on the morning of his trip to Tulsa!

John does so well at setting a playful atmosphere in our home,

and it's even more obvious when he's gone!

Daddy and Corinne...I love this picture.