Anne stopped in on her way back to Bloomington . . .

Guess what tools on Gramma's desk
are Ian's favorites . . .


Spent a bit of the morning at Angel Food distribution
and then, for some of the afternoon, picking up
food pantry donations for Churches in Mission . . .
To donate food or to volunteer . . .

I got to see sweet Anya at dinner time.
From top . . .

to bottom, but not in between . . .


I got to see some of my favorite people today . . .
Anne stopped by for a quick visit . . .

Then, I met with Sarah . . .

and sister jan . . .
(for a camera lesson)

at one of my favorite places . . .

jan and her husband and two of her kids
are leaving for Rwanda on Monday.
You can follow their journey here . . .


So, I'm driving to Mooresville this evening,
thinking, wow, those clouds are really pretty . . .

and then I look left . . .
stop the car . . .
and put on the hazard flashers . . .

And, then just a half-mile down the road,
turn around in a driveway so I can go back for this . . .

The way God takes the ordinary and makes it into art . . .
I forget to breathe.


Camera fun in the dark with my neon wall clock . . .


I am soooo tired of snow boots
and mud boots and hiking boots.
I want nice weather
so I can wear my favorite red boots again . . .
whine.  whine.  whine.


Ian was watching America's Funniest Videos
with Vince and me yesterday evening
and then, this . . .

This is what I'm crocheting - fingerless gloves . . .

I missed Anya totally today.
She wasn't up when I left and
she was already back upstairs in bed
when I got home late from work.
And Ian has already fallen asleep,
so I missed seeing him, too.
Double waaaaaaaa.


No photos yet for today,
so I'm posting some pages from my 2008 Photo Journal . . .

My first photo journal was in 2007
when I took the Project 365 challenge:
take (at least) one photo a day and document it.
You can see my 2007 Project 365 in my
digital scrapbooks by clicking on one of the albums
showing in a slideshow at the top right of this blog.
Picasa will open on a new page.
You can navigate to all my online scrapbooks.


Long day.  A nice ending though.
Waiting for Anne . . .

Dinner with just Vince and Anne and me
and then a quick stop for supplies before
she goes back to the dorm and we head back home . . .

Love you, kiddo.


Starting down the driveway at night . . .

Sunrise with icicles . . .

and without . . .


Random.  Again.

Food for thought from "same kind of different As me."
by Ron Hall and Denver Moore:

When she's talkin to you, she'll lay a hand on your arm like she's knowed you all your life, like maybe you was her own child.  And even if she keeps her hand there awhile, it don't bother you none.  You just feel happy God saw fit to drop a lady like that into this world.

Here was a man whose life seemed disposable.  Yet he found a reason to smile . . . "Why are you so happy?"  "I woke up!" he replied, eyes twinkling in his haggard face, "and that's reason enough to be happy!" . . . a derelict had had the wisdom to see . . . a blessing fundamental to all others.

The Word says God don't give us credit for lovin the folks we want to love anyway.  No, He gives us credit for loving the unlovable.

Our limitation is God's opportunity.

That's the good thing 'bout God.  Since He can see right through your heart anyway, you can go on and tell Him what you really think.


Well, it didn't take long for me to tire of snow photos.
Wonder if I'll ever get tired of photos
of my grandkids (plural!!!)?

Reaction when Vince says, "Kitty, kitty" . . .


A new photo of Anya . . .
and I got to see her eyes open for just a bit.


Something every child needs . . .

A photo of Ian hiding . . .
(and what's funny is that when I told him
I was going to take his photo,
he said, "Cheese.")


Today was THE DAY.
Anya Lynn DeFelice was born at 10:06 this morning.
8 pounds, 6 ounces, 21 1/4 inches.

Ian wasn't quite sure he wanted to meet Anya in person . . .

But, it didn't take long for him to want to be involved . . .

Here's the beautiful mommy . . .

And, the beautiful Anya . . .
Welcome to the world, baby girl.


Last evening's dinner, Mexican Pasta . . .
Pre-heat oven to 350°.
Butter or oil a 3-quart baking dish.

Cook 12 ounces bowtie pasta. Set aside.

Cook until tender:
    ½ cup chopped onion and ½ cup red bell pepper

Mix in separate bowl:
    1/3 cup all-purpose flour
    1 teaspoon salt
    1 teaspoon cilantro
    ½ teaspoon ground cumin
Add to onion/pepper mixture.
Add 3 cups milk all at once.
Cook and stir until mixture is thickened and bubbly.
Reduce heat to low.
Stir in: 2 cups shredded co-jack cheese.

Pour onion/pepper/cheese mixture over cooked pasta. Stir.

Layer half of pasta mixture in baking dish.
Add a layer of 1 cup salsa.
Add remaining pasta mixture in baking dish. Do not stir.
Lightly sprinkle with chilli powder.
Bake uncovered for 15-20 minutes.

This afternoon, I worked on my comforter . . .