Monday, August 20, 2012
I said earlier, that my dad would never allow this to happen when I was growing up. Mornings were rushed with my brother and I getting ready for school. My dad worked long hours, especially during the summer. So, dinner time was about the only time we all sat down together. Occasionally, we would "accidentally" leave the kitchen television on, but my dad was quick to turn it off.
During the Olympics, I told Nick that we really needed to start eating dinner at the table. As a family. He agreed and said that as soon as the Olympics were over, we would quit eating in the living room. Well, a week passed by and nothing changed. Until yesterday!
p.s. Please don't judge that Sienna is eating a pancake and Eastan is eating pizza. Today, is the day we are incorporating a well-balanced meal to our list of new beginnings.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
Environment: Used tissues surround me. To the left, I see a used tissue. To the right, you guess it! A used tissue. Dirty dishes and random items like bottles of nail polish linger around. They really need to hire more maids for this resort.
Entertainment: Entertainment consists of Tangled, Curious George, Blues Clues, Cat in the Hat, and the occasional adult show while my travel companion is napping. Luckily the accommodations include WiFi, but one can only look at FaceBook, Pinterest, other random sites for so long before going crazy.
Language: The primary language spoken at Canape Ile is English. However, at times another language is spoken that I am not familiar with and Google Translator can help this time! The best way I can describe the language is tribal-like, with some whining and pointing.
Travel Companions: If I were stuck on an island or Ile, if you will, I wouldn't want to be with anyone else besides Sienna (other than Nick and Eastan, of course). Despite our living conditions and current health, she has been a trooper. Probably a better patient than me.
Conclusion - Two thumbs down for Canape Ile.
Friday, March 2, 2012
I will be the first to admit that Shyanne and I don't have a lot in common. She is a single girl, has grown up as a daughter of missionaries, she is loves to shop at the Goodwill, is a very talented photographer, her lip is pierced...I could go on and on. Despite the differences, I admire Shyanne for so many reasons but I admire her most for her love for God.
Shyanne was recently accepted to The World Race and will be traveling to 11 countries during an 11 month period. Why would she want to do this? I'll let her tell you:
"I want to be a radical who sways to the movement of God’s hand. I don’t want to be a part of the traditional American dream. I want more. I want to go to the places that most wouldn't. I want to be the warrior that challenges the enemy and know that I am covered in the armor of God. I want to be in the places doing the things that most don’t even want to acknowledge the existence of. I want to be challenged and stretched. I want to experience God’s love and magnificence in a way that I have never experienced it before. I want God to be in complete control of my life."
That is one of the many reasons Shyanne inspires me. Her latest blog post also inspired me. I created this blog to share and capture the random things that happen in our family, but I never thought about sharing my faith with others, even my close friends. But when I read Shyanne's post, I thought, "Wow. She is so bold in sharing her faith. Why don't I ever write about my faith in God or what God is doing in my life or in my family's life?"
It's really a simple question for me to answer. I don't do it because I'm scared. I'm scared that I will sound "too religious" or "too preachy" or "too corny." I'm not going to do that anymore. God is my life. My relationship with Him is everything to me. I do not deserve to have the life that I have now but because of God's grace, I am blessed with an amazing husband and two amazing kids.
I'm at a point in my life where I feel God is calling me to do so much more for Him. As a wife and mom of two children, I know that I can't join The World Race but I know there is always more for me to do. I'm praying daily that God shows Nick and me what we can do more as a family to serve Him and share His love with others. I'll keep you updated!
In the meantime, read this post from Shyanne. It's based off of one of my favorite songs by Addison Road.
What do I know of Holy?
I'm sure you have had many sleepless nights wondering what has been going on in the Hill family. Here is a quick rundown, so you can now sleep at night:
- Eastan turned 13! Yes, he is a teenager!
- Nick and I went with our good friends Jim and Heather to Las Vegas
- Nick turned 31 and we celebrated in Vegas.
- We got to spend much needed quality time with our dear friends Nick and Aubrey
- The entire family traveled with my parents and my grandma to Florida. Sienna had her first beach experience and loved it.
|Nick, Aubrey, Ashley & Nick|
|My dad, Sienna, Nick and Eastan|
|My grandma and mom|
|Even teenagers love to play in the sand.|
|Doughnuts are always better in Florida!|
|Sienna & Papa|
|Sunset in Florida|
|Jim and Heather|
Friday, September 2, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Eastan is now in 7th grade. Where does the time go? He started Cross Country and has practice every day after school. On the first full week of school, Eastan came to me with a very serious request. It was around 8:30 p.m. and I was sitting in the kitchen catching up on my work email. The conversation went like this:
Eastan: Mom, can we sit down and plan a time for me to have just, like 30 minutes of down time. You know, where I can just relax and not do anything.
Me: (Remember, I am at my computer...answering emails...just finished making dinner, cleaning up dinner, etc) What do you mean?
Eastan: Well, I just had to run around all day after school and then when I got home, I didn't have any time to relax. Each time I started to relax, I had to get up and jump over another fence.
Me: Sure, we can do that. Didn't you watch a movie in your room for like 45 minutes?
Eastan: Well, I did but I had to stop because Dad told me I had to sweep off the back porch.
Me: (Trying to be as sweet as possible without laughing in his face) Ok, we will sit down and plan a time for you to relax.
Eastan then went off to bed and I finished answering emails. Oh, to be a seventh grader!