tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14045458891389965672024-03-13T11:04:28.690-04:00Troop Petrietrooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.comBlogger3160125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-41493498166534566732018-10-05T10:49:00.000-04:002018-10-05T10:49:03.560-04:00Young Love
Jacob thinks he is in love, this girl met all of his requirements. She is a girl and she is taller than her siblings. There is only one problem. This girl has a boyfriend. Did I mention that she is almost six times his age. So he did what he has been taught. He went to the girls father. He wanted to make sure that he knew his daughter had a boyfriend. Since Jacob is not old enough to have a girlfriend he believes that she should just wait for him. Luckily the dad was nice to him and even told him he could kick the boyfriend if her made his daughter cry.
Watching him talk to this dad both made me smile and wonder what the future will hold with this boy.
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Where is your happy place? Do you have a place in your home that is relaxing and helps your nerves calm down. Where do you go to have a quiet phone call? For me it is my porch. I want to buy a big couch set to go on the porch but have not found one in the price range I like. I love sitting on the porch and being able to see the goats and chickens. I love watching the kids ride bikes in the driveway. I love to see the sunset and have time with God. I love that when my children need a quiet place they go to the porch. This week Grace took Jacob onto the porch to do phonics with him. It worked perfectly because he was away from anyone that could be a distraction to him.
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Boy do I have a story to tell you. Recently I went to the cheesecake factory for the first
time. I was so excited. I love cheesecake. I have never eaten at the Cheesecake Factory but always wanted to. We decided to sit outside. The atmosphere was perfect, the waitress was sweet. Our food was amazing. There was only one problem. Right after our drinks arrived so did the spiders. Yes, you heard that right. Spiders joined our meal. First, we watched them above our heads. Not just a spider but lots of spiders. At first they stayed above our heads. I was not thrilled about it but really I am about to have the best cheesecake in the world. The spiders must have thought because I was not killing them I was inviting them to dinner. They slowly started coming down to our table. First, just one then another. At one point I jumped from the table. The hostess inside saw me jump and sent the manager out.
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The manager was very nice. He told us that they power wash the side of the buildings once a week to try to keep the spider population down. We tried to blow it off. This was my night, I was getting ready to have real cheesecake. So we continued to just watch the spiders and try to enjoy our meal. Then the spiders decided our meal was theres. They decided to join our table. The waiter came over and moved us. She also told us that the table we were at was the worse because it was in the corner. I do not understand why they have people set at that table. Sure enough the quickly set another family at that table. We watched that table wondering if we should tell them. We watched them wondering how they were not responding to the spiders. Moments later a lady jumped from the table and was in tears. She was in tears because of the spiders.
Does this stuff happen to other people? Really who goes to a restraint after wanting to for years to be invaded by spiders. I am determined to get my cheesecake and be able to enjoy it. I looked on the Cheesecake Factory website and it says I can order a new one for ninety-nine dollars. Hmmm, do I spend that kind of money or do I make myself a cheesecake.
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It honestly hurt her feelings because she had our permission and she paid for it. </p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-28742155810095638172018-05-11T08:19:00.003-04:002018-09-27T09:41:51.571-04:00When Your Baby Hurts<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4qvlOQeGUTo/WvWJouTyP1I/AAAAAAAAPfE/G5moV10kTsI3APOQ11cYYqllpZ3_vF51gCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">I would say I am a pretty strong Momma. We have been through a lot. The one time I am not strong is when my children are in pain. Rather it be physical pain like in these pictures or emotional pain or when they are just struggling with there walk with Christ. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-XbBv0FD0PTU/WvWJpZF7ulI/AAAAAAAAPfI/enV6KRdhxpoYLruq2RfGywS7kZxjpnTLACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">This week Hope broke her foot again (It’s what is called an avulsion fracture. It’s where a piece of the tendon or ligament pulls a piece of the bone away... very painful!). She did this last year only this time it is very painful. </p><p> I love that her brothers and sisters are doing everything they can to make her laugh. I love that even when I can not stop to comfort her every time the pain hits someone is there to help her out. </p><p>Pamela</p><p></p><p></p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-79048913664521797832018-05-08T11:56:00.001-04:002018-05-11T08:16:01.499-04:00Happy Birthday!<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2nnEwgCZvJE/WvHHlmp324I/AAAAAAAAPes/LEJ15lyMa88WU8kJhkuMrj5pUQXM_8xZQCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">Dear Precious Boy, Today is your birthday. You are eight years old. I cannot believe it. When you joined our family you were 13 months old. You were chubby and cuddly. It took everything I had to not spend my entire days snuggling you.</p><p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2DkBzooE-x4/WvHHmH_J3dI/AAAAAAAAPew/GDvxfvh6iqcOWXx-rx1hTqNC0Ni0dy32QCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">Over the last 7 years I Jax watched you grow and because a amazing brother and friend. Your smile still melts my heart and gets you out of more trouble than it should. </p><p></p><p></p><p>I love you baby boy and hope that you feel loved and wanted today. </p><p>Mommy </p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-22846006946523848702018-05-08T11:23:00.000-04:002018-05-08T11:23:13.408-04:00Fishing with Father<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Xt-Wwsr4OUI/WvHAOs8bg3I/AAAAAAAAPeA/ivxrj0bMFdkI6XuyVOmlXSjY8hMpdnL6QCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">I love this time of year. The time of year where you work in the yard all day and when you know you are done you stop and take time to enjoy the weather. I love that my husband rarely goes fishing alone. <p></p></p><p>The kids love trying to catch the biggest fish. I don’t mind as long as the fish do not come back home with them. Although honestly frogs and worms always find a way into my home. </p><p>Pamela </p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-11454635531761986162018-04-23T09:05:00.000-04:002018-04-23T09:05:40.575-04:00Twins<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-xkb7OEg8rrM/Wt3Z3Js_JsI/AAAAAAAAPds/Ffiif31jIkgjXl5fTB_OMWVMuyqqytJhgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><p></p></p><p>I love how these two look alike. The faces they both have made keep me smiling. </p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-68462924149713374752018-02-10T19:10:00.001-05:002018-02-12T10:56:06.174-05:00Not Allowed to Grow Up<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-APDX98XL3MY/Wn-Jd-bfD8I/AAAAAAAAPdI/GNfkkZpGA7wzq_sfroltGoiX7Rfddv8JACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">I am so grateful for this child. I refuse to believe she is growing up so fast. This week she turned in scholarship applications. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VbvZsH06i18/Wn-Jeml8iVI/AAAAAAAAPdQ/KTtaQYjcO-4B4ZrIsLudRsP0EjwKds9jgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">She knows her momma loves chocolate cake so she made me chocolate cake with homemade buttercream frosting. <p></p></p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-6563028738462745012018-02-10T19:07:00.001-05:002018-02-10T19:07:31.168-05:00Snow Day<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-aIiLMxaS138/Wn-IKMDq7nI/AAAAAAAAPco/q_k_Hwe6HLgJIMc28Tzjbp_37l0AsuQuQCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-it4dpkNrYHw/Wn-IK1pKVAI/AAAAAAAAPcs/fMaM6qjluvgBW0Ok1FYZ4RYsg-dfTLevQCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FzxER3T3XoU/Wn-ILueIvKI/AAAAAAAAPcw/yaKVLP1G0AkOyqWCrzB4gZvcUlptXVQKACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">We have had a little snow recently. I don’t generally like the snow. Okay I don’t like leaving the house in the snow. But I love when the kids can build snow igloos and go sledding. I love when I bring them in with rosy cheeks and then snuggle them until they are warm. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-cDcFWkZTFg4/Wn-IMCOu9pI/AAAAAAAAPc0/2oEcIEJRhxkGu4x5D822gR3LmKLkUk_NgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">I love the view from our barn. Snow as far as you can see in the summer and corn as far as you can see in the summer. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lcA0w2BbhMg/Wn-IM2XQ99I/AAAAAAAAPc4/GQ0TrPvh-yQLOYoCn6xNwdu8D8saORmdQCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">Hope loves the snow. She stacks it up and makes igloos for the animals to sleep in. <p></p></p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-4386906534209244972018-02-07T10:31:00.001-05:002018-03-16T16:32:47.514-04:00Go Patriots <p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O31K7DTmPu8/WnsbUQjrwZI/AAAAAAAAPcE/9-8z-5e59AoIqepE7o9tWKZBund1Je8ygCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-shNIv2m4tYA/WnsbVKLZPCI/AAAAAAAAPcI/ENb01ZIgUzInh4UJqnhSo0vXN_V0ybBjwCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-rVHjBY_OHCk/WnsbVs1FwNI/AAAAAAAAPcM/bWrgA4TTRpsnn2RVU9nHJLbyEGO2UW0NgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">Volleyball is serious business. Cheering on your sisters is serious business. They won’t cheer loudly at the games but they do anything to help them prepare for a game. <p></p></p><p>GO PATRIOTS!!!</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-27689017460316491492018-02-07T10:28:00.001-05:002018-03-08T11:11:12.083-05:00<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-32YeiKPpjiY/WnsajIuwxaI/AAAAAAAAPbw/0cLpAFvejbc3Lhppwd9N3wIElqZR7ajRwCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">For years we have wanted a bigger vehicle. Something that we could use when our friends want to come home with us. I can’t wait to fill it with lots of screaming girls. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pXnPkGGQ2pU/Wnsajk3iRqI/AAAAAAAAPb0/gfxAxpAv8bkN-V2EWaxOqiu56iZJa37oACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><p></p></p><p>Pamela </p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-71112928761037142612018-02-07T10:25:00.002-05:002018-04-11T08:14:38.933-04:00Puppy Love<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TFyuG5Vebx0/WnsZ7l2RsLI/AAAAAAAAPbg/OAAYZbm6c4kC-uRNsp6cWxzTIO-NmSp7ACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">What happened to my sweet baby boy who used the dog as a pillow. Now he is just a photo prop. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-A3UfgeiwewE/WnsZ8ZeoR6I/AAAAAAAAPbk/Zr6gR4PmCDwQHc2sHIPL-te2YICbGATXgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""></p><p></p><p></p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-50765407664242134212018-01-29T10:09:00.002-05:002018-02-07T10:22:52.384-05:00Wordless Wednesday <p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7F-N2GpnVaw/Wm8494vmT5I/AAAAAAAAPa0/TzudGwGuescuUp2KNwKHf3uWRdPJUrVtQCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-B4pxSyyNOg4/Wm84-0n5K2I/AAAAAAAAPa4/CXIqFEHGpLYXHZToOiPuYg7LBwmYbRZZwCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-D6HjqUY0HYY/Wm84_0SURjI/AAAAAAAAPa8/4G-qwDjFRIULBUD8jd1O6bHWMRwDNCTNgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-OHWMAgXxd4o/Wm85BLST9OI/AAAAAAAAPbA/6NxY8R5_SyMhxn4uqFq3VbT_MSI5AJK8gCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><p></p></p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-91941646467683960092018-01-29T10:07:00.001-05:002018-02-06T08:19:06.439-05:00Reading <p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ePm2-USrR18/Wm84Zn5yOXI/AAAAAAAAPas/l-81J7-CkQsJ6lZ7wzj5tD8YZJO0i4YJgCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">I love when my boys are being quiet together. I love hearing my kids read to one another. I love when I can catch the sweet moments. <p></p></p><p>Pamela </p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-47945789588500870412018-01-29T10:05:00.001-05:002018-03-12T17:38:27.742-04:00No More Hair Cuts<p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mCeDeHnSGjk/Wm83CLPB5fI/AAAAAAAAPaU/HAF8Jb_HiXIAt5Tl1rNd-RWQr_stEd36QCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">This precious boy does not like having his hair cut. So I try to make it fun. Today we went to lunch in town and found a new stylist. The man was super friendly and tried really hard to make it fun. <img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-768Us685XCU/Wm83DNDb_gI/AAAAAAAAPaY/mGQwNKJqUbEIb35ePhesMHVtL3wZnQRKwCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RMg2hmczU3g/Wm83EOce0FI/AAAAAAAAPac/SCK_QGTyyeMmprYa51Nz-ouE2bcDRcnOwCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">I love this little boy but some days it would be easier to have hair to his knees. Only he does not like having his hair brushed either. <p></p></p><p> If anyone has a suggestion on how to help him enjoy this experience please let me know. </p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-86674900708558445982018-01-16T11:59:00.001-05:002018-01-16T12:00:45.876-05:00Good Bye Sams Club <p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-81fqz-qPoII/Wl4tzRgLbsI/AAAAAAAAPZ8/GjjdZe3mnYksk5x7WruYyhC9LAK4r7ERwCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">Our Sams club is closing. I know it sounds silly but it makes me crazy sad. Our Sams club has only been open a few years. This is not your typical Sams. You see at our Sams club the managers are on the floor chatting with you. The employees know our family. They laugh with us and at us. <p></p></p><p>Shopping at Sams club saves my family hundreds of dollars. </p><p>I feel terrible for the employees. Our store was never given a chance. Soon after the store opened construction started making it difficult to get to them. </p><p>We were there the day they opened. I don’t think I can be there the day they close. </p><p>Pamela</p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404545889138996567.post-89451910405731206772018-01-16T11:51:00.001-05:002018-01-19T05:33:03.356-05:00Oh No Not That Song <p><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ffcHcGUFZ1U/Wl4tV2HRvPI/AAAAAAAAPZw/2e-fXJ6_6_0U8T9jMBIV5tngRjK-Erc2gCHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-04a_MVSmMhY/Wl4tWfJ2MKI/AAAAAAAAPZ0/Kt3y9l6Qs4I8PnAPhepb8KeFI-Lp37PcACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt=""><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pSg1vwDHT90/Wl4tXMp2uuI/AAAAAAAAPZ4/y6j3TfFMDXEQLnTgnm67BQAkdsKtbSbQACHMYCw/%255BUNSET%255D" alt="">Mom, that song you said I cannot listen to just came up on my tablet. Why is that song on my tablet. I am not allowed to listen to that song.<p></p></p><p>Jacob </p>trooppetriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17760346169494672225noreply@blogger.com0