My Fab Five: Our little Wolverine

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Our little Wolverine

Here is Cai opening his birthday present from Gramma Dee Dee and Papa.

His very own Michigan Wolverines rocking chair!

This is his favorite way to rock!

3 comments:

Billie said...: What a fun present. Great pick Grandma Dee Dee and Papa! He will love it forever I am sure.; 14 August, 2007
Anonymous said...: Amanda,

He is so sweet I can't wait to get my hands on him!!! and the boys...and see you and do fun stuff and just hang put and talk!! I am on a count down!

Cai looks so sweet in the chair! I need to get the boys each one..
they are keep sakes

Love Mom; 14 August, 2007
Traci Reynolds said...: Happy birthday to Cai...he is adorable...and it looks like he is really going to enjoy his new chair..; 15 August, 2007

Funny Quotes From The Boys

I told Cai that Miss Maegan was going to have a new baby. He said, "Oh, did Arabella get lost?"
"Why aren't they red?" (Trevor) - this may not seem funny to you, so let me set the stage. . . we were reading a book (not the Bible) for family devotions. Kris had just said, "Jesus spoke these words." T popped his head up and scanned the book, asking the question that made me laugh til I had tears rolling down my cheeks.
"God has 15 hundred arms, because He never let's go of anybody" (Anderson)

Considering Lilies. . . a thought for you to ponder

“There is no moment when his eye is off of me, or his attention distracted from me, and no moment, therefore when his care falters. This is momentous knowledge. There is unspeakable comfort in knowing that God is constantly taking knowledge of me in love and watching over me for my good. There is tremendous relief in knowing that his love to me is utterly realistic, based at every point on prior knowledge of the worst about me, so that no discovery now can disillusion him about me, in the way I am so often disillusioned about myself, and quench his determination to bless me. There is, certainly great cause for humility in the thought that he sees all the twisted things about me that my fellow humans do not see (and am I glad!), and that he sees more corruption in me than that which I see in myself (which, in all conscience, is enough). There is, however equally great incentive to worship and love God in the thought that, for some unfathomable reason, he wants me as his friend, and desires to be my friend, and has given his Son to die for me in order to realize this purpose.” J.I. Packer