tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22885792279141614872024-03-13T20:37:12.623-07:00Abby's Mom Squad BlogMomming. One day at a time. One prayer at a time. Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-60999106202698515472017-08-30T08:31:00.001-07:002017-08-30T08:31:05.804-07:00A Refresher Course!Labor Day Weekend is right around the corner. That means we'll be grilling out, running in the sprin<span style="font-family: inherit;">klers and spending lots of time in the pool. It never hurts to take a refresher course in the basics of water </span>safety, right?<br />
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Here are three tips to have in the back pocket of those swim shorts (cover ups and tankinis don't have pockets, so just go with it)!<br />
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<b>Designate a “water watcher.”</b> Lack of adult supervision in
and around the water is the main reason children die from drowning. An adult
should be assigned to keep their eyes on the child at all times when they are near
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<b>Be within arm’s reach.</b> Young children can drown in as little
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<b>Never rely on floatation devices.</b> There is no substitute for
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We want you to have a GREAT weekend and send the kiddos safely back to school on Tuesday, groans and all!</div>
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Get more info at www.preventneedlessdeaths.comAbbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-90781663451912376522017-07-05T09:19:00.000-07:002017-07-05T09:19:06.303-07:00Unearthing Buried Treasure<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Imagine you're holding a treasure map. You follow the dotted line, face the pits and perils, walk the 100 paces past the palm tree and over the hill, and then you see the treasure chest, sitting, open atop the sand.<br />
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Wait. Isn't that thing supposed to be buried?<br />
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The exciting thing about treasure is getting to unearth it and discover what's inside. It's your discovery.<br />
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That's one of the things I love about watching my children grow. They are constantly discovering new things; Treasures that I have known for decades, but they are just unearthing.<br />
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Recently, when I announced I was making a grocery list, my older son urgently announced, "Momma, you HAVE to buy this cereal I had at Daddy's. It's called Froot Loops. They are all different colors and each color tastes different." I just smiled and nodded, listening to him tell me about a cereal I have known for 30 years (they are all the same flavor, btw). Finally I said, "Kiddo, I'm a Froot Loop eater from way back. I KNOW Froot Loops." I agreed to get some from the grocery store and when I poured him a bowl the next morning I was reminded of how good those little o's are. Man, they are tasty.<br />
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The next day I asked my son to share the story with my parents, so they could hear about this "new" cereal he tried. My dad piped in with, "I ate Froot Loops when I was your age," and I realized, I was mistaken in thinking I was the original connoisseur - we are generational Froot Loopers!<br />
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Through this discovery upon discovery, I was reminded of how exciting something can be when you experience it through the eyes of a child, even a breakfast cereal.<br />
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<b>So many things become routine or expected that we forget how much they once enlivened our senses. </b><br />
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We forget how carefree it is to chase bubbles, how eye-poppingly huge a T-Rex is or how thrilling it is to ride a bike down a steep hill.<br />
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I think that's why we love hearing kids talk about God. We get to hear the awe, playfulness, trust and LOVE that they experience as they are discovering Him. And as we listen, we are reminded of the way we felt when things were new in our own faith journey. But here's the amazing thing about this treasure of our faith: We can keep digging! There is always somewhere deeper to go where God has more riches to show and share with us.<br />
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So keep listening. Keep showing your children the way. And keep digging!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-55056549060598486882017-06-29T10:23:00.001-07:002017-06-29T10:23:21.459-07:00The Day I Let the Past In<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Can I tell you about my house? It’s not a 1920s bungalow, a mid-century modern, or a craftsman with a sprawling front porch. I live in a 1500 square foot, 1986-built home that would never make it into the magazines or an HGTV show. <br /><br />After my divorce, I moved back into my parents’ home to breathe, regroup and save money as I determined my next step. I slept in my old bedroom, in a twin-sized bed with glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling and my little boys shared the room next to mine. We did this for about a year until I felt ready to move out (again). I got pre-approved for a loan and the next day my best friend called and told me a house five doors down from my parents’ was on the market.<br /><br />The by-owner sign had been stuck in the ground that very day. I called my realtor (whom I hadn’t even met yet) and asked her to check it out. I made an offer the next day and this Memorial Weekend marked two years since we moved into our little home (not to be confused with a tiny home - I’m not crazy enough to do that). <br /><br />I made the offer quickly because I knew it was my home. I prayed before I walked in, asking God to make it clear whether or not I was supposed to buy that house; I had too much at stake to make a hasty decision. When I walked in, there was bad floral wallpaper on the foyer walls, the smell of teenage boy in the second bedroom, a walled-in kitchen with no line-of-sight to the living room and a laughable amount of storage, but I felt the presence of Jesus. I felt peace.<br /><br />After the walk-through I asked the realtor and my dad/second set of eyes if I could have a minute to myself. They waited outside and I stood in the foyer and smiled and cried. I was so grateful for God’s faithfulness and comfort. <br /><br />Even though I had grown up down the street, I never knew Teresa, the matriarch of the family. I heard she was going through a divorce as well and had sons a little younger than me. We passed in the hall at the closing, but that was the extent of our contact. <br /><br />Until this Mother’s Day.<br /><br />Her daughter-in-law tracked down my email address and said Teresa had moved to Texas, but was going to be in town for Mother’s Day weekend. She said, “I know this might be weird, but I’d like to bring her by to see the house. I’ve heard you’ve done a lot of work on it. She’d love to see it.” <br /><br />It’s true. I knocked down those confining kitchen walls, added on a screened-in patio and yes, pulled down the floral wallpaper. And while, yeah, it might be weird to have the previous owner, a stranger, in my home, I never hesitated, “Of course she can come by.” <b style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></b>
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<br />So on Mother's Day weekend, two moms who had both walked some bumpy roads, hugged on a front porch. For one, beyond that porch was 29 years of memories, the house she brought her three baby boys home to. For the other, the porch marked the threshold to a new beginning for her and her two sons. <br /><br />We laughed about the smells of teenage versus toddler boys. She stared, mouth gaping at the kitchen renovation, saying she’d always wanted to knock down those walls. She told me the giant oak in the backyard was once a little sapling planted by her when her mother passed away. And my little boys showed her big boys their Ninja Turtles and those big boys pretended to be curious, because of course, they had played with the same turtles in that same room 25 years earlier. <br /><br />Yes, she brought her family for the tour. Two of her three sons, the daughter-in-law, two grands and more. And our two families - eleven of us total - like an amoeba, moved through the house, from one room to another, laughing and sharing stories. We stood in the cramped 1500 square feet and had an unspoken understanding: I would take good care of what Teresa had poured her heart and soul into and she would give her blessing so I could feel like it was now fully mine. <br /><br />They thanked me for allowing them in that day, but I felt like the one who had been blessed. I got to see that my home was built on a foundation of love - a legacy that I am so happy to carry on. <br />Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-79222667038107694262017-05-12T04:05:00.000-07:002017-05-17T09:06:54.079-07:00Friday Night = Family NightWhen I was in high school, a friend of mine was never allowed to go out on Friday nights without first having dinner with her family. They had a standing appointment. Pizza every Friday.<br />
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For my family, the more realistic goal was breakfast together every weekday. No matter what time our school day started (even when one of us didn't have to be at school until 9am) we all were at the breakfast table by 6:15am. I can't promise you we were all bright-eyed but we were there, starting every day together as a family.<br />
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That was 20+ years ago. Now it's even more difficult to carve out time, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try, right?<br />
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My boys and I love our family movie nights. We pull out a big blanket and all the pillows they need to be comfy. They get to eat their pizza on a sheet on the floor and I always make my "old family recipe" of stove-popped popcorn*.<br />
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They love it and so do I because at the end of a long week, I just want to chill at home. And as much as I love playing Ninja Turtles, sometimes this mom is just too tired to pretend to wield nun chucks. Cue the movie!<br />
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Picking the movie du jour is another story. I almost rented one last week, but wisely watched the trailer first. Yikes. Not appropriate for my kiddos. I feel like we have pretty much exhausted the list of safe movies out there.<br />
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Then I heard about Pure Flix. They are actually offering a <a href="https://pureflix.com/">free one-month trial of their family-friendly movies</a>. There are Veggie Tales galore, other fun cartoons and good stuff for mom and dad too. Have you seen <i>Woodlawn</i> yet? It's a great football movie!<br />
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I think we underestimate the bonding potential of movie-watching. No, we might not be chatting for those two hours, but we are cuddling, focusing on the same thing and we get to chat about the movie afterwards, even days or weeks later. Even if you can't do the standing dinner or breakfast appointment, consider adding in the occasional family movie night. And let me know what you're watching!<br />
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*Recipe for the Easiest & Best Popcorn Ever:<br />
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<li>Watch it pop! And remove from the heat once the popping slows down. </li>
<li>I pour it into a big bowl and sprinkle with with iodized salt. I don't think it needs butter, but feel free to top it however you want. ENJOY!!</li>
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<br />Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-90219196814834672052017-04-19T07:43:00.001-07:002017-04-19T07:43:19.254-07:00Need Hope?<div style="text-align: center;">
<b>I love this song, this band and this message!</b></div>
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<iframe allowtransparency="1" frameborder="0" height="600" scrolling="no" src="//www.tweematic.com/thishope/iframe2.php" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; position: relative; top: 0px;" width="400"></iframe>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-77544598831428855402017-04-09T04:40:00.000-07:002017-04-09T14:26:13.756-07:00Palm Sunday and the Importance of Good FriendsPalm or Passion Sunday is one of my favorite Sundays of the entire year. At the start of mass the palm procession around the church feels so ceremonial and regal. Then by the gospel reading, we are experiencing the passion of Jesus and all of the pain, guilt and suffering that comes with it.<br />
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I asked my friend Fr. Gary why we have to read the passion on Palm Sunday. We have all of Holy Week to journey to the cross and Good Friday to <i>really</i> dig deep into it. </div>
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<b>Why can't we just stay in the Hosanna for a little while? </b></div>
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He explained the very logical reason - not everyone can make it to church on Good Friday and we can't go from the Hosanna to the Resurrection and skip over the cross. And then the other reason, that having both within the same one hour mass reminds us of our weakness. </div>
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The same people who were welcoming Jesus into town, shouting, <i>Hosanna in the highest!</i> one day were shouting <i>Crucify him!</i> days later. Listening to Fr. Gary talk about the two sides of our humanity reminded me of how important my crowd is. </div>
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I doubt everyone shouting Hosanna was fully in-the-know about Jesus. Maybe one guy just showed up because his buddy did or maybe another guy heard what was going on and jumped in. Then they got to catch a glimpse of the savior of the world passing by. </div>
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Same deal with the crowd in front of Pontius Pilate. There were probably a few people who thought, <i>Jesus is amazing. I've been around him and he doesn't deserve to die.</i> But then, in the middle of the angry shouting, they gave in and added a voice. </div>
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<b>Your crowd is important. </b></div>
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They can lead you to see Jesus or they can lead you to turn your back on Him. What a gift we have in this special day. What a great way to teach our children the importance of solid friendships with kids who will challenge them to grow closer to Christ. And it' a great reminder to us to really explore our church community, find a place where we can contribute, invest and receive the support we need to stay in the hosanna.</div>
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<i>Copyright 2017 Abby Brundage</i></div>
Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-49858598038288405562017-04-08T10:25:00.002-07:002017-04-08T11:12:18.353-07:00Lazarus Was a Good Person<br />
After many years of hearing <a href="http://dynamiccatholic.com/" target="_blank">Matthew Kelly</a> say, "Our lives change when our habits change" I finally took one piece of his advice. I got a mass journal.<br />
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(<a href="http://dynamiccatholic.com/free-resources/the-mass-journal/" target="_blank">Here is the gist of the mass journal</a>.) I used my journal for the first time last Sunday. Over and over again I found myself saying, <i>Alright, God! Lay it on me! I'm listening!</i> only to get interrupted by a dropped crayon or a <i>Momma can you read this to me?</i> </div>
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The first reading came and went. Gone went the Responsorial Psalm. Was there even a second reading? For the gospel I was being badgered by the little one to wear my bracelet. It was the story of Jesus bringing Lazarus back from the dead, so I'd read it before. No biggie. </div>
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Then came the homily. I only caught a few words of the message, but what I got was important. It was important because the deacon talked about part of that Lazarus story that I had never noticed before (God is pretty amazing at constantly showing us something new, isn't He?). </div>
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It started with this thought: Jesus could have come sooner but He didn't. He knew there was a greater glory to be revealed through Lazarus's resurrection from the dead. But here's where the Deacon took us next (and what I wrote about in my pristine mass journal). That verse about Jesus weeping for his dear friend... He loved Lazarus. It pained him to know that he suffered and died. It's not like all this happened to some stranger and Jesus showed up, brought him out of the tomb and introduced himself. <i>Hey, I'm Jesus of Nazareth, happy to meet you. I'm guessing you're REALLY happy to meet me. </i></div>
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No, Jesus and Laz (I bet he called him Laz) were friends. They knew each other. </div>
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When you suffer do you ever ask God <i>Why me?</i> <i>I am checking all the boxes. I know you. So why is this happening?</i> It's the age old question, </div>
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It's because there is greater glory in the resurrection than in the moment and that is true whether you just met Jesus yesterday or if you two have been intimately acquainted for what seems like a lifetime. No one is immune to suffering, but the closer you are to Christ, the more He can be glorified through the difficult times. So love Him like Lazarus did. He ALWAYS shows up!<br />
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Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-7085423927579194352017-03-28T06:23:00.000-07:002017-03-28T06:23:27.070-07:00Who Do You Look Like?Every night at dinner we pass at least one question around the table. "What was your favorite part of the day?" The first person answers and then asks another and so on. My older son even reminds the family to do it when we are out to dinner and if guests are with us, they gladly join in. It warms my heart that we actually have a special family tradition!<br />
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Sometimes when we are home we throw in a second question from a game called Table Topics (they actually were giving away travel editions in Chick-fil-A's kids meals for a while). It's just a cube filled with question cards, but it leads to some interesting conversations.<br />
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Last night's question was, "What part of you resembles one of your family members?" I saw a look of confusion on my boys' faces so I explained, "Is there anything about the way you look that looks like somebody else in our family?"<br />
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Both of my boys have my eyes, Liam looks like his daddy in every other way and the little one and my mom are basically twins.<br />
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But Liam spoke up as the first to answer and said, "My love looks like you."<br />
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Confession - I was tempted to correct him and say, "No - I mean <i>physically</i> what about you looks like me or dad," but thank goodness I had the peace of mind to just look back with an inquisitive head-tilt. He said, "When I love I look like you" and he even hugged himself as he said it.<br />
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What in the world did I do to deserve a kid like this and how, in all of my imperfection and mom-mess-ups, is this possible?<br />
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I am grateful that God has allowed me to experience love in such a deep and fulfilling way. The best part - <i>I</i> look most like my Heavenly Father when <i>I</i> love. I'll tell you what, that moment of shared love quickly became my favorite part of the day!<br />
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March is Women’s History Month, and the perfect time to celebrate
the contributions of women religious. Theirs is<span style="color: red;"> </span>a
poignant history of faith-guided compassion toward those suffering. This history
needs to be woven into the fabric of women's history and into U.S. history as a
whole. Yes, it is time to examine history
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That would sum up our mission, to give kindness the fanfare
and remembrance it deserves. We call
ourselves Davis Studio Publishing, but we are really just six women working diligently
in the front room of a tiny...ahem...cozy... house. We've recognized that
history's stories so often leave out the role kindness plays. Just think about
this for a minute, how often did your history book consider the impact of
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Currently, we are working to tell the important stories of Catholic
Sisters who served as nurses during the Civil War. We are honored to share their stories of
kindness, which have changed our lives. But wait! We are telling these stories in quite a unique
fashion. At Davis Studio Publishing we
are pioneers in storytelling using the digital format of an "app" or
application. Imagine immersive books with photographs, movies, music, voice-overs
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Our first app story is called Civil War Truce — Remarkable Story of Sister Lucy, SCN. Sister Lucy was a young Sister of Charity of Nazareth, and a musical prodigy. As a Novice, she was somewhat isolated in rural Kentucky, and the possibility of civil war in the United States would have seemed very remote. Nevertheless, when war erupted, it would be Sister Lucy's voice, a songstress voice, which would cut through the carnage and disease of war, leaving an indelible mark. She was so beloved by her soldier patients — well — the rest of the story can take your breath away. <br />
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Just released, Willing Hearts is the second app in our series, and was built with the help of the Sisters of the Holy Cross. Their Sister-nurses’ service is a remarkable story of faith, kindness and finding joy amidst an angry, divisive time in our country. Yes, within days of volunteering to serve as nurses, Sisters of the Holy Cross found themselves in the middle of civil war, with little or no supplies and in challenging times nearly impossible to envision. It is impressive how the Sisters faced <span style="text-align: justify;">these difficulties head on, and by doing so
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At
Davis Studio Publishing, we are grateful that both apps won gold medals from the Illumination Book Awards —
Shining a Light on Exemplary Christian Books, awarded
by the prestigious Jenkins Group. <i>Civil
War Truce</i> and <i>Willing Hearts</i> apps
can be found on Amazon for Android mobile devices and on iTunes for iPad and
iPhones. So, take a moment and look through the lens of kindness and give these
apps a try. <b>For the first five who request it, we are happily giving away five
free copies of our newest app, <i>Willing
Hearts</i>. To receive your copy, please email your request to willingheartsapp@yahoo.com
and put FREE APP in the subject line. A portion of the proceeds will go to the
Sisters of Charity of Nazareth and to the Sisters of the Holy Cross ministries.
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My kids run.<br />
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I tell the little one to go get socks. He runs. We decide to go down the block to see my parents. He runs. My older one runs to me to tell me he has to go potty. I tell him to stop reporting to me and go! He runs to the bathroom.<br />
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It was no surprise to me last week when, upon agreeing they wanted to play trains, my 5-year-old said, "Let's race!" The play room is about 8 feet away from where the plan originated, so the little one was at a serious disadvantage and had zero time to catch up. Still, he was all in! So the two-second race ended as quickly as it began with one yelling out, "I win first place!"<br />
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For some reason whenever the two of them compete, I expect there to be tears from the loser, but there rarely are. What I heard on this occasion brought me joy and a challenge.<br />
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"I win second place!"<br />
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My three-year-old didn't complain that his big brother won the impromptu race or that he got off to a late start. He just celebrated his grand second place finish.<br />
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There's the sad saying, "Second place is the first loser." I wonder how many people don't even try something at which they might not succeed because they are afraid of being the "first loser."<br />
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Meanwhile, my little guy, in his wisdom, saw that he was a winner, not because he was the first to get to the finish line, but simply because he ran. How is he so wise? Must be all the calories he burns from running. Everywhere.<br />
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<br />Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-57636851697955139842016-12-02T10:55:00.004-08:002016-12-02T10:55:58.088-08:00My Social Spa - A Triple Threat Giveaway!Three things I love: A trip to the spa, my friends and a glass of wine. Combine those three and you have something special. And this something special has a name! My Social Spa!<br />
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<a href="http://www.mysocialspa.com/" target="_blank">My Social Spa</a> allows you to enjoy a night out with the girls and come home with spa products you've made yourself, with your preferences. YOU actually make the spa products, like a scrub, a soak or a bath bomb, so you know all the ingredients and all the materials are provided. You add the scents and the colors you like the most!<br />
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I've been to two My Social Spa events so far, and I say "so far" because I know I'll be back! Just last month my sister and I treated my mom as a birthday present (See - we all wore stripes! We're totally related!). All three of us loved it. We had a glass of wine, some appetizers, great conversation and we came home with two bath bombs and almond scrub - plus some priceless memories. You don't have to have any experience except knowing how to have fun - actually, you can probably learn that too!<br />
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Have I piqued your interest? Want to try out My Social Spa? There are two events coming up that are going to be AWESOME. One in <a href="https://mysocialspa.ticketspice.com/ladies-night-out-holiday-gift-glow" target="_blank">Valrico</a> on December 8th and one in <a href="https://mysocialspa.ticketspice.com/tampa-ultimate-diy-gift-event" target="_blank">Tampa</a> on December 13th, (plus some special <a href="http://www.mysocialspa.com/new-events-1/" target="_blank">Mom & Me</a> events too if you want to take your daughter)! It's a Holiday Girls Night where you can show off your DIY talents as you get into the holiday spirit making Candy Cane Sugar Scrubs and more with a glass of champagne and friends. Imagine the excitement of gifting Hand Crafted Bath Bombs and Bath Soaks! Each Guest will leave with 6 Hand Crafted Gifts. </div>
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If you want to win a pair of tickets to one of the Holiday Girls Nights, comment below with your name and which night (Valrico or Tampa). I'll pick a winner for both! In the mean time, check out <a href="http://www.mysocialspa.com/" target="_blank">My Social Spa</a>, it's a triple threat of the best possible kind!</div>
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Have you ever started a journal and quit? I can hardly write that sentence with a straight face. Every time I get motivated to journal I think, <i>THIS. This is the time I'm going to stick with it. </i>But what's going to be different this time? Hmm... This time I'll get a more expensive journal. This time I'll get a cheaper, no frills journal. It will show why I'm really in it. This time I'll follow an on-line program. This time I'll just write. This time I'll color around the margins! Seriously - all of those are actual thoughts and journals I've bought, started and quit. Quickly.<br />
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I have a journal sitting next to me now. And it keeps opening to the same page. Must be a rip in the binding. I bought this journal as a sign-in book for my 10-year high school reunion. So the first two pages are old classmates' names and email addresses. But since then, 2008, I've gone back to this soft maroon (GO BHS!) book when I just felt the need to talk to God. This one journal has entries from 2010, 2012, 2014 a 2013 letter to my husband that I wrote and never delivered and even that dated tracing of Liam's and my hands.<br />
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One of the best reasons to journal, in my experience and opinion is that it give us perspective. We can look back and see what we were thankful for, what we were worried about, what God was showing us & what we were pleading with God to do. The 2014 entries in this mishmashed journal are all the same format. Two lists.<br />
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List 1: Ten Things That Went Well Today.<br />
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List 2: Ten Truths for Tomorrow.<br />
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As I look back over these words, I am taken back to pain, comfort, exhaustion, determination, uncertainty and peace. How all that can exist in one person on one day is remarkable. It's a testament to what God can create in someone who is searching for His presence. Here's a glimpse.<br />
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10/26/14<br />
Ten Things That Went Well Today<br />
1. I made the boys a healthy dinner.<br />
2. I got a nap!<br />
3. I didn't miss him that much.<br />
4. The weather was beautiful.<br />
5. My dad and I hung out and drank a beer.<br />
6. I went to my divorce group and talked.<br />
7. I said out loud that I was unhappy.<br />
8. I killed the spider!<br />
9. I heard the boys laughing hysterically.<br />
10. I was reminded that Jesus wants me <i>now</i>.<br />
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Ten Truths for Tomorrow<br />
1. I will love again.<br />
2. My boys and I will have a safe home.<br />
3. My boys will know Jesus.<br />
4. I will be joyful.<br />
5. I will find peace.<br />
6. I will use my voice to glorify God.<br />
7. I will be grateful.<br />
8. I will be healthy.<br />
9. I will place God first.<br />
10. God will provide all of my needs.<br />
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That was almost two years ago. Sometimes I find myself missing the days when my divorce was fresh. It's crazy because it hurt. Badly. But it was so beautiful and grace-filled at the same time.<br />
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We are so afraid to suffer. We don't want to feel pain, physically or emotionally. Even after my experience I still cower away from the idea of suffering, but I have to look back on occasion and remember that in the midst of suffering God is revealed to us in deep, profound and life-changing ways.<br />
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So I encourage you - write it down. Write it as often as you can even if it's only twice a month. Then believe that whatever you write will be something you can look back on and recall God's presence, grace and mercy.Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-79970543475447687902016-10-06T08:15:00.003-07:002016-10-06T08:15:33.347-07:00Before & After<span style="font-family: inherit;">I’m just 10 lbs from my goal weight…<br /><br />I think that’s going to be written on my tombstone.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br />I have never been the “thin” girl. The one who could eat anything and not gain weight. I’ve envied her. Father, forgive me. But no, I’ve never been her. I’ve always been a sucker for the exercise and weight loss infomercials though. I’ve spent many hours (and eaten many snacks) watching everything from Deal-a-Meal to Sweatin’ to the Oldies, Insanity to P90X. I’ve googled, How many calories do you burn watching people work out? For some reason the search produced no results. C’mon! Somebody do the research!<br /><br />The hook, the clincher, the thing that gets you to make the purchase (or at least watch the infomercial the next time it comes on at 2 AM while you’re nursing the baby): The Before & After Photos (I’ll call them B&As)! The transformations are incredible! And now, thanks to social media, these photos aren’t just relegated to the flyer that comes with the DVD. We see them in our Facebook newsfeed and as we scroll through the filtered world of Instagram.<br /><br />Folded in with my envy of the “after” is always a little suspicion. Did the person really do that in 30 days? What about the lighting? Is she sucking it in?<br /><br />I’ve taken B&As before. It’s a great way to see the progress you’ve made. Or not made. I’ll admit that I’ve been disappointed when, in order to see the progress, I’ve had to pinch and zoom in. Look, right there. There used to be a second roll and now there’s only one-and-a-half rolls!<br /><br />I think we all can agree when it comes to weight loss, we want to see results, but sometimes the change that is important is not evident in the photo. I think it’s commonly known as a non-scale victory. Your cholesterol comes down. Your back stops hurting. You can jump rope with your daughter.<br /><br />After my last “before” photo session (which is basically, me propping the phone up on the ironing board), I stared at the pics and thought, Do I demand to SEE results in other areas of my life? Do I look for visible proof where maybe the stuff going on under the surface is just as or even more important?<br /><br />Do you find yourself looking for tangible evidence that God is working, or do you celebrate the victories in your heart like feeling peace when you would’ve normally worried, showing patience when your teenager rolls her eyes or receiving strength to resist the temptation to gossip?<br /><br />Just like it’s a lot easier to post a photo with the caption Down 10 lbs! 8 inches lost! I think it’s also easier to talk about our great God when we have a concrete blessing – the check that showed up in the mail right when we needed it to. But our God is SO great that He is constantly producing results within His sons and daughters. We put in a little exercise and cooperate with His amazing grace and it happens.<br /><br />God’s transformation of us is continual – we work it out with fear and trembling (Phil 2:12). Don’t think that the non-scale victory isn’t exactly the victory that He wants to see.</span></div>
Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-82532552023121715972016-07-27T09:22:00.000-07:002016-07-27T09:22:07.732-07:00Guest Post: What is Your Tragedy?This morning we shared a great thought from a <i>Today Show</i> writer. She wrote about her battle with infertility and how, thoroughout the process of trying and failing to get pregnant over and over again, she fo<span style="font-family: inherit;">und herself asking "What did I do to deserve this?" while shedding tears of pain and lamentation. Fastforward a few years - she has three beautiful adopted daughters and she asks the same question, "What did</span> I do to deserve this?" but now with tears of joy and gratitude. Isn't it amazing that when we join our struggles to Christ's suffering, God can redeem us through them? The same things that make us wail in pain can make us shout with gladness. It's truly a mystery.<br />
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My anonymous <a href="https://fulloffaithblog.wordpress.com/2016/02/29/what-is-your-tragedy/" target="_blank">guest blogger</a> today shares how her own struggles have allowed her to encounter God in a different way. Good stuff.<br />
<i><br /><br />Today I am so grateful for the opportunities that I have been given and for the discernment that God gives to me. I sometimes wonder what in the world am I supposed to be doing. What is God’s plan for me? It has been said that in order for our lives to be meaningful, we have to go through suffering to get there. That we have to be uncomfortable because if we are comfortable, then maybe our relationship with God is just mediocre. I don’t want a mediocre relationship with God. I want him to take me where he will have me go!<br /><br />I recently heard someone say that sometimes it takes a tragic event in our lives in order to transform us, to bring us to God or back to God or to even pay attention to what He is trying to tell us.<br /><br />My tragedy was that I almost lost my life! But my transformation didn’t happen overnight. As a matter of fact, it’s still happening. I continue to feel different feelings and have different thoughts and am still a work in progress today. I have always believed in God although my beliefs were skewed by others at times. It’s just that throughout my life there have always been things that I can look back on and just know that God did that. There is no other explanation. I have an education, God did that! My abusive boyfriend tried to kill me but did not succeed, God did that! I could have been beaten and killed but I wasn’t, God did that! I was driving drunk and made it home, God did that! I was driving drunk and didn’t kill anyone or myself, God did that! I got sober, God did that! I met a wonderful man who I love and who loves me, God did that! I have children, God did that! I have a great relationship with most of my family, God did that! I have had several saving graces in my life, God did that! I am writing this blog, God did this!<br /><br />You see, I have this crazy little thing called alcoholism which means I cannot drink like a normal person. Something in my brain is chemically different than that of a non-alcoholic person’s brain. If I put alcohol into my body, I act differently and feel differently and just can’t handle it. If you put alcohol into a “normal” person, they may get a little tipsy but no big deal. So because of this crazy little thing called alcoholism, I have suffered a lot. The people around me suffered a lot. I lost everything at one point. I almost died more than once physically and I definitely died spiritually and emotionally until I found God again and realized it was Him who saved me and I could not let him down this time. I needed to listen! I needed to hear Him telling me that I was to be alive for a reason and not to worry about what the reason was, but to pick myself back up and get on the ball! God picked me up, dusted me off and said “stop feeling sorry for yourself, I love you, you got this. I have things for you to do.”<br /><br />For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jeremiah 29:11).<br /><br />Today, I choose not to drink alcohol. There is nothing wrong with it, and I don’t look down upon anyone who does drink alcohol. I just know that I cannot and so I make that choice for myself. Today I am listening to what God is telling me and am so happy to be sharing this with you. I have moments where I just sit back and think about how blessed I am to even wake up in the morning. A song pops into my head by a wonderful country singer named Martina McBride, called “Blessed” and I just want to sing it from the rooftops. I love that song, I feel that way! I can’t believe I am here! I have been blessed, I have so much to be thankful for.<br /><br />So what’s your tragedy? Have you been brought back to God? Do you feel far away from God? Do you feel blessed? Have you reached a goal that you never thought possible? I bet you were chosen for greatness too no matter what your answer is. God works in all of us.<br /><br />Don’t question it -> Just go with it -> Let go and let God<br /><br /><br /></i>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-42250856659470986962016-06-23T07:25:00.001-07:002016-06-23T09:09:44.402-07:00Guest Post from GASP... a Dad!<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">The crickets have been chirping and the dust has been accumulating on the ole MomSquad Blog, so here comes a dad to the rescue. Enjoy a guest post from Spirit FM's Music Director and More Music Mid-Day host, Davis Watts!</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I spend hours each week on the telephone interacting with people in the Christian Music industry. It’s just one of the parts of my job as music director that I am completely in love with. When I first took the position I thought these calls would be tedious and phony interactions. What I found instead are warm, loving people with whom I am fortunate to have a strong personal relationship. These people carried much of my burden as I walked with my daughter in the final days of her life. Much of our time on the phone is spent catching up on life and learning from one another. Yesterday I had a beautiful conversation with a lovely woman, Katie, who is pregnant with her first child. The conversation began with how great her baby bump looks on social media and quickly turned to talk of children and parenting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">As we were chatting about parenting styles, Katie shared something with me that took me by surprise and reminded me of the power we have as parents to shape these little lives we have been entrusted with. Katie said she clearly remembered talking to her mother when she was 4 years old* about a boy she had a crush on in school. Her mother’s response was negative. So negative that Katie told me she never wanted to talk to her mother about her personal life again. Can you imagine! I’m sure Katie’s mom didn’t really think about her reaction at the time. I remember my own daughter sharing about her childhood crushes and I just thought, “Why on earth would you like that stinky boy?” But I never thought my reaction would have an effect on my children opening up to me about what was going on in their life.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">When I hung up the phone I couldn’t stop thinking about that conversation. As a father who has already been through the process of raising my children I can tell you more about the things I did wrong than what I did right. If you are the parent of a young child I will tell you right now you will screw up, and that is totally fine! If you have been around this parenting thing for a while, just when you think you have the hang of it BAM, you will mess up again. So I’m not saying I have some great parenting advice for anyone. But I will say that my kids turned out great! Maddy was a fighter and showed me how to live life with abandon. Ethan is a hard working young man who is determined to take life by the horns and love the people around him like there is no tomorrow.<br /> </span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">In light of my conversation with Katie I will tell you one thing I am happy that I got right. I listened to my children. I made a conscious effort to get down on their level and look them in the eye when they spoke to me. I worked hard at not getting a look of exasperation on my face every time they told me the same story for the 100th time. I reminded myself that in their tiny lives <span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>tiny</b></span> things look very <b>BIG</b>. I will confess that these actions did not come naturally to me. I had to work at it every day. Some days were better than others but now that I’m on the other side I can see how that hard work paid off. Here is what I told Katie on the phone that day: <i>You got this!</i> That is my encouragement to you too! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://maddyscf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Read more from Davis here!</a></span><br />
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*Editor's Correction: Katie was in 4th grade, not 4-years-old. Also, she wasn't talking to her mom about a boy. She had expressed her interest in joining the circus as a trapeez artist. I kid. I kid. But seriously, she was like, 10. </div>
Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-63189783813270377542016-04-07T08:14:00.000-07:002016-04-07T08:14:25.173-07:00Why Are You Wasting Time?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I'm sure you've seen Frozen. If not, good on ya! The song, <i>Do You Want to Build A Snowman</i> is super cute and slightly less of an ear worm than <i>Let It Go</i>. I'm sorry if you're singing that now. Really. Really. Sorry.<br />
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In my house the FAQ is <i>Do you want to build a train track? </i>I am not a huge fan of playing with trains, but I am a huge fan of my boys, so most of the time my answer is, sigh... <i>Sure! </i>The other day I committed to creating what was sure to be a monumental track, but first I needed to wash some dishes that were piling up in the sink. As I did, my four-year-old came up behind me urgently and asked <i>Momma! Why are you wasting time!</i> The clock was ticking and this track wasn't going to build itself. The dishes could wait!<br />
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Being a boring old adult I thought, washing dishes isn't fun, but I wouldn't describe it as a waste of time. It's something that needs to be done to keep the kitchen clean and to give us something to eat off of at our next meal. But I knew at this moment, they could wait.<br />
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As we built our train, I thought about those words and how I'm spending my time. Are the majority of the hours in my day doing anything to honor or recognize God or are they being wasted?<br />
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Later in the evening we were watching the Inspector Gadget reboot on Netflix and Dr. Claw said, in his menacing voice, <i>I'll get you Gadget! If it's the last thing I do! </i>I couldn't help but draw a line connecting the question, <i>Why are you wasting time?</i> with that evil threat from Dr. Claw. He was ok with his last action before he goes to the cartoon afterlife being one of violence. Ah, the life of the villian.<br />
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I thought to myself - <i>Dr Claw is not setting himself up for heaven!</i> Yeah, weird. I know. And then I asked myself, <i>Am I?</i> Am I committing myself to making sure the last thing I do is something glorifying God? Sure, life gets in the way. Dishes have to get done, but if you look at my calendar, could you tell that Jesus is who I belong to? Or do I belong to my job? My phone? My friends? My kids? My sin?<br />
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Last week there was that tragic story of the three girls who drown when a car they stole went into the water. I couldn't help but think of how awful it would be to die while commiting a crime. I am not judging where they will spend eternal life. That's between them and Jesus, but I do know that it would be awfully nice to be commiting an act of love in some form or fashion when I go.<br />
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Dr. Claw's other famous line is <i>I'll get you next time, Gadget! NEXT TIME! </i>Sometimes there's a next time. Sometimes there isn't. So it's time to get real with yourself. Are you wasting time? Can something wait so you can put Jesus on your calendar?<br />
<br />Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-31259649526959393312016-03-08T05:28:00.001-08:002016-03-14T07:09:13.118-07:00Day Out With Thomas at The Florida Railroad Museum<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Day Out With Thomas™ is a family event that offers aspiring engineers and their families the unique opportunity to take a ride with the classic storybook engine, Thomas the Tank Engine™, at regional heritage railroads across the country. And what do you know? One of those railroads is right here in the Tampa Bay area! </div>
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The Florida Railroad Museum in Parrish is home to Day Out With Thomas from March 11th - March 20th. Thomas the Tank Engine has traveled all the way from the Island of Sodor and has arrived Right on Time to take a ride with you and your family.</div>
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Because you're a Mom Squad Blog reader, you've got a secret shot at winning 4 tickets! Just put the name of your favorite character from Thomas & Friends in the comments. I'll draw a winner Monday at 10am and reply to your comment if you're the winner!<b> The tickets are for Sunday, March 20th with the train ride at 3pm.</b></div>
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Tickets for Day Out with Thomas: The Ready, Set, Go Tour 2016 are on sale now and available by calling Ticketweb toll-free 866-468-7630, or by visiting <a href="http://www.ticketweb.com/dowt">www.ticketweb.com/dowt</a>. Ticket prices range from $19 to $23 plus tax for ages 2 and up (service charges and fee may apply). </div>
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Our winner is Lisa Rees! Proof below. Thanks to random.org. And btw, I counted individuals, not separate entries. </div>
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Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-36667586518395937642016-02-10T03:44:00.000-08:002016-02-10T15:00:26.342-08:00Mom Squad Blog Giveaway - The Mass Box"Preach it!" I actually said those words while watching the intro video on <a href="http://themassbox.com/">TheMassBox.com</a>. The mom-dad team who created The Mass Box recalled that they want to do crafts and activities with their kids that help them grow in their faith and prepare for Sunday, but by the time they search out the idea and get the materials together they are out of energy and patience. Yep. We are in the same boat, my friends!<br />
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So imagine my excitement that as I was hearing these words in the video, my boys were unloading their Mass Box and all the perfectly packaged craft materials and instructions (for all of Lent!) were there, ready and waiting!<br />
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Here's the<span style="font-family: inherit;"> gist according to T</span>he Mass Box team:<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Introducing the Mass Box - a program for 3-7 year olds to help your family get ready for each and every Mass with craft supplies, kids missals, and coloring sheets delivered every month to your door!<br /><br />We take the work out of getting ready for Mass so that your family can spend time together preparing instead of searching the internet for ideas and collecting craft materials. Everything is ready, and we've even made a YouTube show called Catholic Crafts with Clare to help prepare you and get children excited about the Mass and the crafts.<br /><br />We are in a pilot in the Mass Box for Lent 2016. Trial kits are in the mail now! We begin full production - for every Sunday and Holy Day - at the end of Advent. Please pre-subscribe for your family to receive the Mass Box starting in Advent!</span></i><br />
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<i><br /></i><b>I'm part of this pilot program for The Mass Box and lucky you - you can be too! I have one to give away. The only requirements: </b><br />
<b>1. You have to "like" The Mass Box on Facebook and post pics of your kids doing the activities.You're a guinea pig, after all. </b><br />
<b>2. You have to come pick it up here at Spirit FM</b><br />
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<b>Here's how to enter - just post in the comments what you are doing this Lent - are you giving something up? Adding extra prayer time to your day? I'd love to hear your ideas! I'll pick a winner at 6pm tonight and post an update on the blog with the winner's name. </b><br />
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The first activity is Ash Wednesday and there's one for this coming Sunday, so you'll miss a couple of activities, but this particular box takes us all the way to Easter Sunday. My favorite parts so far -<br />
The instructional video starring their daughter, Clare. I like that it takes the guess work out of the craft for us less-artsy folk. I also love that in the conversation between Clare and her dad, Clare isn't reading a script that makes her sound older than she is. He asks her a question and she says, I don't know! And dad gets to teach her. Hooray for honesty! Here are the results of our first go at The Mass Box!<br />
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<em>*Update - I wish I had four to give away! Kathleen is the winner!</em><br />
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Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-64402881470796046982015-12-01T12:08:00.000-08:002015-12-01T12:08:02.317-08:00TADA Goes the Sugar Plum Fairy!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's hardly Christmas without the Nutcracker! Here's an exclusive Mom Squad Blog giveaway to see this amazing show this weekend. I have two four-packs courtesy of <a href="http://www.tadance.com/" target="_blank">TADA</a> studios. One for Saturday's 3pm performance and one for Sunday's. Email me if you want to go! Both performances are in Blake High School of the Arts' beautiful theater! Since the show is this weekend, you'll have to swing by Spirit FM and pick up the tickets - and take a tour while you're here! Happy Advent to you!</div>
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">1985. I saw my fifth birthday and snow in my backyard for the final time. My parents had shoveled enough from our little suburban-Milwaukee row house yard and finally said (as though we were in a predictable and weakly-written movie), “No more! We’re moving to Florida!” Cue the montage with the Kenny Loggins song. We arrived in the Sunshine State in August. Yep. August. In Florida. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><em>Welcome to Florida! We have oranges! We have beaches! We have Disney World! We have 132% humidity for ten months of the year!</em> Woo hoo. We’re home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">I’ve grown to love my home or perhaps I’m just too hot to care anymore. While I’m not quite willing to call myself a “Floridian” I definitely have more of Florida’s culture in me than Wisconsin’s. My parents, on the other hand, have held tightly to their Midwestern roots and passions, like wearing a Packer sweatshirt on a 89-degree day and eating raw beef, shrimp & herring on New Year’s. One tradition we celebrated when I young was St. Nicholas Day. I was shocked when I talked to my Florida friends about it and they had no idea that a surprise stocking could arrive on the morning of December 6th! </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">One day a couple of years ago I was talking about receiving gifts on the feast of St. Nicholas and finally got tired of the blank stares, so </span><a href="http://www.stnicholascenter.org/pages/united-states/" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: 400;">I did some research and found</span></a><span style="font-weight: 400;"> out that this is a very specific tradition to a few northern and Midwestern towns, including Milwaukee. Do you celebrate the Feast of St. Nicholas? </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">It was pretty simple. On the morning of December 6th, my sister and I would wake to the sight of a stocking on the bathroom counter. Not sure why St. Nick couldn’t put it in a less private place, but whatev! They were bonus presents, so I wasn’t going to complain. There was nothing fancy in them. Just stuff like lip gloss, some candy, maybe a new pen or small toy. We knew St. Nicholas had visited while we were sleeping. This took the place of any stocking gifts on Christmas Day, but it was a great way to remind us of the wonderful Saint from whom Santa Claus is derived. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Now as my kids get to the age where Santa is becoming a pretty big deal, I am trying to think of ways to put some extra emphasis on St. Nicholas. It’s tough to compete with the marketing and advertising budget that the world has, so I love that this generous and thoughtful man has his own day. My boys are still too young for a big theological lesson, so for now, I throw in a race car or another small toy and an orange in the toe of the stocking. I just use it as a way to tell them this great Saint’s story. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="http://www.americancatholic.org/messenger/dec2008/Family.asp#F1" target="_blank">Here’s</a></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> the story behind the orange!</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">If you have older kids, I have a great idea to share. First I’ll tell you, it’s not my idea. A listener called me up and said she used to do this with her kids and feel free to pass it on (Thanks Midge!). She calls them </span><i><span style="font-weight: 400;">Grace & Mercy Cards</span></i><span style="font-weight: 400;">. They are coupons you can use as stocking stuffers that can assist you in teaching the kids about, well, grace and mercy! Design them yourself as plain or as fancy as you’d like. The gist: Getting something you don’t deserve (grace) and not getting something you do (mercy). They are two separate coupons that your kids can “cash in” when they choose. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">How might they choose to use their <em>Grace & Mercy Coupons</em>? </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Scenario 1: Little John-Paul didn’t eat his dinner and doesn’t get dessert. But wait! He hands over his “Grace” coupon and gets that cupcake he didn’t earn. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">Scenario 2: 12-year-old Mary Elizabeth lied about getting in trouble in school and you sentenced her to a weekend of restrictions. She uses her “Mercy” coupon and shaves 24 hours off her time and gets to go for ice cream with friends. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;">I wouldn’t say it’s theologically air-tight, but it’s a good starting point. As I think of ways the kids might use these coupons I realize it might be a greater lesson in grace and mercy for us moms. In some scenarios it would be hard to accept the coupon and follow through, so again, we’ll get a small glimpse into how our God is so awesome. </span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: 400;"><strong>Stuff those stockings with a lesson on grace & mercy this St. Nicholas Day. I’d love to see what you design, so snap a pic and post it in the comments or share it on Twitter and tag it #Grace&MercyCoupon. Be sure to mention me so I can share it too. I’m @abbyspirit.</strong> <strong>In what scenarios do you imagine your kids would use these coupons? Do you think it will be hard to hold up your end of the bargain?</strong></span>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-90387499231424080792015-11-16T07:13:00.004-08:002015-11-16T07:13:58.081-08:00And the winner is...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Alright, moms! I counted the number of individual entries (no duplicates) and entered the range into a random number generator then counted down from the top (see the pic above for proof, if you have very good vision). Congratulations to... <b>Melissa J</b>! Email me abby@spiritfm905.com with your home address and I'll send out your two tickets to VeggieTales Live!<br />
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To the non-winners (never any "losers!") there are still many more chances to win. Tomorrow morning on <i>The Big Big House Morning Show</i> around 7:30am and at our last two <a href="http://www.spiritfm905.com/12Words-NourishOthersWithUs" target="_blank">Veggies for Hope</a> stops today and tomorrow. And you're the first ones to hear this: Wednesday is "Winning Wednesday." What's "Winning Wednesday?" I'm glad you asked!<br />
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Every hour on <i>The Big Big House Morning Show</i> and on <i>The Way Home</i> (so 6-10am and 3-7pm) you'll have a chance to call in and win a family four pack of tickets to the show AND on Thursday we'll give away a four pack with a Meet & Greet! Hooray!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-26767803747023285952015-11-13T03:58:00.000-08:002015-11-13T03:58:37.153-08:00Win VeggieTales Live Tickets!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like little heat-seeking missiles, my boys started smelling the <i>VeggieTales Live</i> show weeks before I told them about it. Randomly, from the back seat on one ordinary day I hear, "Mama, can we go see the VeggieTales show?" I already had the tickets but had not yet shared the news with them. My big one told me he saw a commercial after Sesame Street. Ah... well played, Veggies! Well played!<br />
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There are a lot of things my kids ask for that I'm not crazy about, e.g. the 48-inch tall Darth Vadar from Target. Truth be told, I wanted to take them to <i>VeggieTales Live</i> as soon as I heard the show was coming. As parents, when our kids ask for something good, like a second helping of broccoli (No joke! This just happened last week!) or to go to church a few minutes early so to have extra time to pray (I'm still waiting for this one), we are willing to bend over backwards to make it happen.<br />
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Sometimes financially though, it's not as easy as that backbend. Spirit FM and the Mom Squad Blog to the rescue!<br />
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<b>Here's a chance for you to win <u>two</u> tickets to <i>VeggieTales Live! Little Kids Do Big Things</i>, November 22nd at the Straz Center in Tampa. </b>It's at 2pm, but come early because before the show, Spirit FM and other folks will have tables set up with activities like coloring, puppet-making and veggie bowling!<br />
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How do you win? Just leave a comment with your name and your favorite <i>VeggieTales </i>song. I'll draw a random winner on Monday around 10am and post the name. Be sure to send the link to the blog to friends and family to increase your chance of winning!<br />
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Here's some more good news - there are a few ways to get discount tickets - as of last night there was a <a href="https://www.groupon.com/deals/gl-veggie-tales-straz-center?p=1&utm_source=channel_pc_im&utm_medium=email&division=tampa-bay-area&user=dcadf5172835926bedc34c4776ccf7e3c8d54c1e66e51fa7d6b144b6b53c9a7b&date=20151112&uu=ec63417e-23e3-11e2-86db-00259069d5fe&s=body&c=link&d=deal-page&utm_campaign=4ea86803-7820-4bc4-b4a7-6e7299bd4569_0_20151112_treatment0" target="_blank">Groupon for discounted tickets</a> and there is also BOGO 50% off if you use the promo code "LARRY". You have to do the math to see which deal is better. That is outside of my skill set. <a href="http://www.strazcenter.org/Events/Straz/Shows/1516_Family/Veggie-Tales" target="_blank">HERE'S A LINK TO THE SHOW and to PURCHASE TICKETS</a>.<br />
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There are <a href="http://www.spiritfm905.com/Veggie-Tales-LIVE-Little-Kids-Do-Big-Things" target="_blank">more giveaways</a> coming up on Spirit FM and through our <a href="http://www.spiritfm905.com/Veggie-Tales-LIVE-Little-Kids-Do-Big-Things" target="_blank">Veggies for Hope collections</a> on Monday and Tuesday, but if your little one's heart is set on it, and you can make it happen, I think it's worth it to make the purchase. Hope to see you there!Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-61868174850817898012015-11-02T10:29:00.001-08:002015-11-02T10:29:35.037-08:00Itty Bitty Soul<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of the first posts I wrote when I started this blog a few years ago was about my niece, Ella. A beautiful little blonde girl with a sweet spirit and a perpetually giddy personality. Ella and her mom and dad are the first adoptive family I have ever had the chance to get to know. Growing up, there were kids who were adopted, but I never got to know their parents. After all, I was a kid too! <br />
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I was so amazed by how perfect that family was. Don't misunderstand, they had imperfect moments, plenty of them, but they perfectly fit together. Then I had the chance to host an event for Catholic Charities Adoption Services last year and I saw it all over again. I think it's a bit of a mystery that although this isn't the "normal" way God makes a family it still feels so natural and right. It's one of the most beautiful acts of love that I think we could ever witness. <br />
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November is the month where we focus on what we have to be thankful for, which I think is a perfect fit for Adoption Awareness Month. I just read a great book that would be an awesome addition to a preschool classroom bookshelf or in your own home. <em><a href="http://ittybittysoul.com/" target="_blank">Itty Bitty Soul</a></em> is the story of a little guy who God sends to be part of a family. Mom is a business woman and dad owns a food truck! They are a fun-loving, faithful couple who is just waiting for the call that their baby is here. <br />
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I love that it shows the range of emotions adoptive parents go through. But what is even better is that God speaks to the little boy and assures him that although he is tiny, he is important and can change a life, which to me is a great testimony to why we should work hard to support adoption as an alternative to abortion.<br />
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Jim Fellows, the author of <em><a href="http://ittybittysoul.com/" target="_blank">Itty Bitty Soul</a></em>, shared that he wrote the book after witnessing his friends go through the process & the rollercoaster ride of emotions it takes you on. One interesting thing he mentioned is that his friends frequently heard, "I know a lot of people who try to adopt and then end up getting pregnant!" as though adoption was a consolation prize. I think if you talk to any adoptive parent, they would say they feel like they won the grand prize, not a consolation. So I asked him, "What SHOULD we say to a couple trying to adopt?" His reply - "You're going to make a great mom and dad!" or "I'm praying for you!"<br />
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It's so simple. We don't need to fix the problem, we just need to love them and support them. And I think that it starts with teaching our children, through a book like this, that adoption is one of the most beautiful gifts God has created. What if our children grew up seeing adoption as a privilege, not a threat or an alternative. How many more unborn babies would be allowed to live? How many more couples would embrace adoption instead of spending their life's savings (and emotions) on infertility treatments? How many more children who are adopted would see their life as special and not unwanted?<br />
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So check it out - the colors and illustration are beautiful and you'll fall in love with mom and dad, just like I did. <a href="http://www.ittybittysoul.com/">www.IttyBittySoul.com</a>. Part of the profits this month go to <a href="http://www.giftofadoption.org/">www.giftofadoption.org</a>, an organization that helps bridge the financial gap for couples who are trying to create a family through adoption. And happy Adoption Awareness Month! Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17727698458827990957noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288579227914161487.post-57134785416137669612015-10-18T17:43:00.001-07:002015-10-18T17:43:38.380-07:00I See "How Beautiful" It IsThis Sunday God had fun and created a music video for me. He must have been bored!<br />
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The communion song was <i>How Beautiful</i>, by Twila Paris. I know, it's not the newest song, but the melody is timeless and our choir sang it perfectly. I've always loved this song. I even had it sung at my wedding.<br />
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I came back from communion, knelt to pray and after a few minutes did the usual, studying of the people walking by me. As I saw soul after soul receive the Eucharist, that's when my personal music video began and I was struck with how true the lyrics of the song were. The chorus is simple,<br />
<i>How Beautiful, how beautiful</i><br />
<i>How beautiful is the body of Christ.</i><br />
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First a little girl passes by in a smocked dress, then her older sister who was awkwardly eleven-years-old.<br />
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Then a mom and her three sons.<br />
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Then a grandfather and his grandson.<br />
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Then a young woman with Down Syndrome.<br />
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Then a Filipino woman. A black woman. An Indian man.<br />
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An usher who is permanently confined to a wheelchair.<br />
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It was such a privilege to look around the community of people I worship with and see, not what the world defines as beauty, but what God does, and to witness it as those words were being sung. The world has a very narrow view of what is beautiful, and if you look over a long span of time that definition changes with the wind. But I got to see real beauty in the form of the individuals who make up the body of Christ.<br />
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