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Saturday, October 9, 2010

Family Field Trip: Boyce Thompson Arboretum

We took a family field trip to Boyce Thompson Arboretum, about an hour east of Phoenix.  We got to hear a live concert, chase butterflies and lizards, and hike through beauty only God could create.  Here is a photo diary of our visit.


The moment we walked in, we were greeted by a hungry butterfly

As I stood on the bridge looking down this now-dry rivulet, I felt the spirit of its living days flowing past me like a ghost


I didn't find the sign for these trees, but they were huge, white, and oh, so cool


These little lizards were all over the place - this one was flipping his tail from side to side, probably telling the preschooler to back off...


This tree, especially this knot, spoke to me...it said, "'O' is for 'Owl'"

Note the knotty "elbow" up at the right - love it!

These saguaros had to be 12 feet tall - we wondered how old they must be

Standing on a suspension bridge over Queen Creek (so that's where the city name comes from!)



I fell in love with all the paths of footprints in the creek



A little hideaway...


View from the top



The suspension bridge is that tiny thing in the middle of the picture

I named this one "Ginger Rock"

Ellie: "Does the rock have ketchup on it?"


I'm pretty sure this one speaks for itself


The depth perception is lost in 2D, but I took this because it made me think of Calvary

Oasis

Furry century plant?

Even the drive home was fantastical

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Thankful Thursday

First real experience with rain

Three generations playing together

First jalapenos... and hopes for future farming

Homegrown abundance

Successful ventures of creativity

Mistakes made marvelous

Learning a new skill


Gifts from young artists

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

So I persevere...

Yesterday I was ready to give up pumping.  Lately I've only been getting an ounce or two a day because I can't pump enough (and I forget), so my supply is piddly.  Even though I knew I wouldn't be terribly upset if I stopped, I knew I'd feel guilty for not getting Mikey that little bit that I can.  I prayed that God would guide my decision.

Last night I asked Mike what he thought.  He told me that it wasn't fair for him to tell me to keep pumping, but my milk is so good for Mikey that he should get all he can.  That cinched it.  I returned to pumping with renewed... force? willingness? enthusiasm? ...eh... just plain okayness...  Okay.  My desire to quit went away.

Today I realized that my supply is up.  I'm back to getting an ounce a session (versus an ounce all day).  I know that my attitude has everything to do with it (well, what's left after God works, anyway).  Thank God for answering prayers through my husband!