The Fighter's

Watch out Lance Armstrong...here comes Ava! Santa brought her a brand new "big girl" bike, that ended up being to big for her, so we tucked it away until she grows a bit bigger and found a new one for the mean time! First our little engineerish girl had to help her dad put it together. She is just so into putting things together and fixing things...I love it! Kate wanted in on the action too. Then we let her pedal around the inside of the house to get the hang of it...and finally headed outside. She did great and we even went 1/2 way around the block! Little Katelyn chased back and forth after her sister as she went in between neighbor driveways. At one point she was even cheering Ava on with enthusiastic claps.

Have you ever gone to church, heard a speaker, or had a conversation with someone and walked away feeling as though someone just bonked you over your head with a shovel and told you to wake up and examine yourself? Ever had little bells go off in your head….”ding, ding, ding, ding”…like whatever that person was saying, totally hit the head on the nail when it came to you? This past Sunday in church, I had one of those moments. In fact…Doug even had that moment…for me…nudging me through the whole sermon. I think he saw the guy hitting me over the head with a shovel, the guy's words applying directly to me. I have to admit that I am a worrier. I worry about everything…my girls, my husband, my family, my friends…work, the move we’re attempting to make, keeping my house clean, keeping our financial health in order, keeping myself in order. I feel guilty on days when my perception is that I didn’t spend enough time with my girls, or that I didn’t achieve enough at work, or for saying no