Monday, May 25, 2009

Graduation Week

Last week was a big week for the Fox family.

On Thursday, Allyson officially graduated from Sonshine Patch Pre-School! This was a big day for her and we were excited to see her walk the aisle as “Pomp & Circumstance” played. Below, we have included some photos of the momentous occasion and a video of the graduating pre-school class singing.

On a related note, I (David) officially graduated with a degree in Computer Programming from our local Technical College last week. My graduation was not going to include any singing, so we opted out of attending!

Ally and I are accepting graduation gifts. You can send them via paypal or U.S. mail. :)

I apologize for the quality of the video…we used our regular camera and the results are less than wonderful.





Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Happy Birthday David!

Many of you might be quick enough to say, "Hey, she's a day late wishing her husband happy birthday!" However, we in the Fox household unanimously decided that we would celebrate on the 20th this year.

We have not posted about any of our ministry obstacles here because we really wanted a light and fluffy chronicle of our lives. However, it seems the time has come to share just a bit. You'll find the reason below. (You have to keep reading! I'm pretty tricky like that.)

The short and not-so-sweet version is that ministry here in Janesville has been nothing short of tumultuous. It seems like whenever there was a small step forward, it was quickly followed by a large step backward. Battle after battle after battle. And without sharing too much, David and our youth pastor discovered that our another staff member was acting immorally. That sounds pretty benign, but you'll have to take our word for it. It's bad news. We handled things a certain way and it seemed like our efforts to help the church (and him) were thwarted at every turn. To say it neatly, the last several months have been horrific. Recently we discovered that someone who we thought was our biggest supporter was concocting nasty lies about David, questioning his integrity and character.

The interesting thing is, we had already resigned. For those of you a bit out of our loop, David is now working full time for a web development firm here in town. AND LOVING IT! He volunteered to lead worship on Sundays for a few additional weeks to aid in the transition process. And it has been during this time that the problems have only escalated.

In the past three days, David has had approximately 8 hours of meetings (aside from his day job) that revolve around the ugliness happening in our church. Painful. And sad. We think that the leadership involved are now willing to take some necessary steps toward healing. But we are done. This Sunday will be our last (unless the most unlikely of miracles should occur). I can't tell you how excited I am about our future. Is that weird? We have been painfully attacked in the last few weeks, yet I'm sitting here, nearly giddy with anticipation.

So, the reason for the sharing? I just have to take a moment and tell you about an amazing man I call my husband. He has handled the last four months with the utmost integrity. At every turn, he has sought God's direction, desiring to do the right thing. We have had moments of tears, panic, fear, betrayal, yelling, and even a few curse words (although we're trying not to make that last one a habit). But as we near the END, I just have to stop and tell my husband how proud I am to be his wife. There were days that I held him up and days that he did the same for me. But through it all, David has walked like a soldier, not looking right or left (too much), but heading forward into the place God is leading. For the past two years, David has been a full-time worker, a full-time student, and a full-time dad. And for the past year he has had TWO jobs, college, and young children. And he always made time for me.

On his real birthday, David spent approximately 10 minutes at home between 8:15 AM and 8:30 PM. So we're pretending today is the day. And next week we start the next phase of our lives. There's no one I'd rather stand beside.

Happy Birthday babe. Love you.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

How NOT to Use a Bouncy Seat

Okay, so y'all remember that we were done having kids? Well, last summer I had a small garage sale to get rid of some baby things. (Of course, this was about a month and a half before I learned I was pregnant.) Anyway, one of those baby items was a bouncy seat that we used for both girls. When I say "used," I mean ABSOLUTELY RELIED ON. If I were to make a list of my favorite and most used baby items, I think the bouncy seat would be right on top.

Last week I drove past a garage sale and had to stop because I saw the very same model of bouncy seat that I had sold last summer. I raced to the driveway and saw the absurd price of $2. Seriously, folks. TWO BUCKS. How could I possibly say no?

Anyway, it required some laundering and wiping down, but now it is ready for use by our soon-to-arrive son. What I had not anticipated was how much Natalie would enjoy the seat.

See for yourself! (Sorry for the audio on this...Allyson was watching a movie in the background when David captured the moment. Oh, and please forgive my messy playroom/basement. There just isn't enough time in the day.)

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Phew! Just a dream...

It's quite common for pregnant women to have bizarre dreams. (I had one last week where a puppy, among other things, entered the operating room and Dave and I were screaming to get it out!)

However, it may not be quite as common for the daddy-to-be to be plagued with such dreams. David had a good one last night that I must share!

As you may know (if you've been paying any attention at all!) David has some unnatural obsession with the name "Tyrone." He has loved this name and encouraged our use of it since I was pregnant with Allyson (over 5 years ago). This time, since we know I am carrying a boy, we have agreed that our sweet boy can be called Tyrone while he is still being knit together in my womb. However, once he sees the bright lights of the OR, his name will change to one that has been deemed more... um... suitable. :)

So last night, David had a dream that he was thrilled to share with me this morning. Apparently we were in some sort of danger and a large, buff, handsome man came to our rescue. This man was named "Tyrone." After our near-death experience, Dave turns to me and says something like, "See, that's why we should name our son Tyrone." And get this - I AGREED!

Oh, the lunacy of dreams.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

A Natalie-Powered Vehicle

Is it just me, or does this seem a little, um, backwards?

Monday, May 04, 2009

The eyes have it!


We were invited to dinner last week by a local youth pastor and his wife. I have spent some time with her and David has spent some time with him, but we hadn't spent any time all together.

We entered their home and their girls found our girls and made fast friends. Stephanie, the wife, took one look at Natalie and said, "There's a lot going on behind those eyes!"

That's exactly what we've been trying to tell y'all!

Saturday, May 02, 2009

The levels of pain.

When you're in the hospital, or even the doctor's office, you may see a handy little chart with various little faces depicting pain. At the bottom, there's a smile indicating very little or no pain. Progressively the little faces become grimacing, and you can almost sense the little dude's tremendous pain at the top of the chart. After my last c-section, the nurses would point to the chart and ask my pain level EVERY time they entered my room.

Ally decided to simplify things a bit.

Yesterday we were walking through Wal-Mart and she was holding a new Polly Pocket treasure that she had saved her birthday money to purchase. I was pushing the cart and she was walking between me and the cart. (Not a great spot, but at least she wasn't wandering off!) Anyway, I took an abrupt slow-down to eye up a clearance rack and caught Ally off-guard. She ran into the cart, making her package smack her chin.

I quickly apologized and she said, "That's okay. It didn't hurt hurt hurt. It just hurt hurt. Just two hurts, not three."

Okaaaaay. I said, "So two hurts doesn't hurt very bad, but three hurts is pretty bad."

"Yep."

"So how many hurts would make you cry?"

"Like 5 hurts or maybe 4."

Good to know.