I realized that I haven't talked to some of you for quite a while. So here's a little update.
We are still working on our 1800's labor-of-love house in Marietta. We haven't accomplished much over the summer because we've been doing lots of fun stuff including Dutch Wonderland (click on the link to see pictures of our time at DW), a trip to Virginia, and a trip to Washington D.C.
Ben started first grade!! He attends Riverview Elementary school, which is just over a mile from our house, so he and Ryan often ride bikes to school. He really likes his teacher (Miss Wasakoski - not the easiest name for a bunch of first graders, but Ben manages all right) and has already made several friends.
Drew goes to preschool two days a week at the Hildebrandt Learning Center in Mount Joy. He is also quickly making friends (those of you who know Drew well know that he makes friends easily WHEREVER he goes).
Ryan continues to work for Intel and is branching out into new and more challenging projects under a new manager. As many of you know, Ryan lost his father to multiple myeloma on July 1st. Part of Ryan's way of dealing with his dad's death was to build a tree house for our boys. Now when I say tree house, I really mean tree mansion complete with a deck! This thing is impressive! Ryan encouraged them to decorate the walls inside in any way they want, so they have been busy painting. They love it! If you come over, you'll need to sign and date one of the walls!
I (Cindy) am on staff with the kidMinistry at LCBC (Lancaster County Bible Church a.k.a. Lives Changed by Christ), where we have been attending for the last two years. I love it! It is mainly an administrative role, and I get to work with a fun group of people who are passionate about reaching kids and teaching them about their value in Christ. There are 16 of us on staff in the kidMinistry department alone, so there is never a dull moment!
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Keeners' New Blog!!
Okay, yes, it really is 4:14 a.m. But here's the story...
I was sleeping soundly when I heard the door to the boys' room opening (it's got a little bit of a creak to it. Actually as Drew would say, it's a "big bit"), but then heard no little footsteps out into the hallway. I decided to get out of bed and check it out. As I entered the hallway, I noticed that the lights were on in the boys' room (again, not a shocker since this is one of Drew's middle-of-the-night hobbies). I peaked in and saw Drew sitting on his bed with all of his "friends" in his arms (Eeyore, Bear, and Cow). I asked him what he was doing.
"Nothing," he said.
"Okay, well you need to go back to sleep," I wearily replied.
Drew - "But I don't know where my puppy is."
Me - "Let's just find him in the morning. Let's go back to sleep."
Drew - "Please find him." (Sad, lonely tone of voice in full swing.)
At this point, I crouched down to check under the bed ("friends" often slip between the bed and the wall and end up on the floor), but Puppy was not to be found. Then I remember that he had taken him to preschool on Monday and I hadn't remembered seeing Puppy since we brought him home in Drew's backpack.
Me - "I think Puppy is downstairs in your backpack."
Drew - "Please get him." (Sad tone still very much present.)
Me - "Okay, I'll be right back."
So, after snuggling my littlest man and his puppy back under his covers, I retreated back to my bed for what I hoped was a few more hours of good sleep. Ha. Very funny. As I tossed and turned to get comfy, I heard the loud shrieks and cries of cats fighting. Awesome (Um, for those of you who don't know me very well, I tend to use sarcasm from time to time). Callie is outside and is known to be the neighborhood snob. So, slippers go back on the feet, and I head downstairs. I open the front door, am quickly greeted by the chilly night air (I'm not exactly dressed appropriately for outside activities at this point), and call for Callie. After a bit of convincing, she comes inside.
Now I realize that I'm not all that sleepy and actually a little bit hungry and so sleep is not probable at this point. So I sit down at my computer to check email. Earlier in the day, I had gotten an email from Becky Wile, a wonderful friend who has started a blog for her family (www.wilefamily.blogspot.com). I hadn't previously checked out their blog, so I decided to take a look. Cool stuff!!!
So here I am. That's the story of my night. Actually, that's only part of the story. The night also included a large pile of Molson's regurgitated candy corns at the top of the steps, but that's another counseling session.
I'm sure you'll hear from us again soon. Love to all....
Cindy
I was sleeping soundly when I heard the door to the boys' room opening (it's got a little bit of a creak to it. Actually as Drew would say, it's a "big bit"), but then heard no little footsteps out into the hallway. I decided to get out of bed and check it out. As I entered the hallway, I noticed that the lights were on in the boys' room (again, not a shocker since this is one of Drew's middle-of-the-night hobbies). I peaked in and saw Drew sitting on his bed with all of his "friends" in his arms (Eeyore, Bear, and Cow). I asked him what he was doing.
"Nothing," he said.
"Okay, well you need to go back to sleep," I wearily replied.
Drew - "But I don't know where my puppy is."
Me - "Let's just find him in the morning. Let's go back to sleep."
Drew - "Please find him." (Sad, lonely tone of voice in full swing.)
At this point, I crouched down to check under the bed ("friends" often slip between the bed and the wall and end up on the floor), but Puppy was not to be found. Then I remember that he had taken him to preschool on Monday and I hadn't remembered seeing Puppy since we brought him home in Drew's backpack.
Me - "I think Puppy is downstairs in your backpack."
Drew - "Please get him." (Sad tone still very much present.)
Me - "Okay, I'll be right back."
So, after snuggling my littlest man and his puppy back under his covers, I retreated back to my bed for what I hoped was a few more hours of good sleep. Ha. Very funny. As I tossed and turned to get comfy, I heard the loud shrieks and cries of cats fighting. Awesome (Um, for those of you who don't know me very well, I tend to use sarcasm from time to time). Callie is outside and is known to be the neighborhood snob. So, slippers go back on the feet, and I head downstairs. I open the front door, am quickly greeted by the chilly night air (I'm not exactly dressed appropriately for outside activities at this point), and call for Callie. After a bit of convincing, she comes inside.
Now I realize that I'm not all that sleepy and actually a little bit hungry and so sleep is not probable at this point. So I sit down at my computer to check email. Earlier in the day, I had gotten an email from Becky Wile, a wonderful friend who has started a blog for her family (www.wilefamily.blogspot.com). I hadn't previously checked out their blog, so I decided to take a look. Cool stuff!!!
So here I am. That's the story of my night. Actually, that's only part of the story. The night also included a large pile of Molson's regurgitated candy corns at the top of the steps, but that's another counseling session.
I'm sure you'll hear from us again soon. Love to all....
Cindy
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