Do you think you're Irish?

Once again the weather was fabulous this past weekend so we decided to head out to the park on Sunday. We have still been back and forth staying at my parents because of the work being done at our house, so we went to Parr Park in Grapevine. When I was first on the American Eagles soccer team we practiced there, so we love that park and they have really made the playground area very nice so the boys had fun. Luke really loves slides - and going down them head first. Preston is starting to like them more if you hold his hand on the way down.

We brought the boys tricycle that Aunt Stephanie and Uncle MiC got them for Christmas. They can't quite reach the pedals, but it's adjustable, and has a handle on the back so you can push them. It also has seat belts so they don't fly off. They actually love pushing each other in it. It was really cute! We brought our outdoor blanket and after the boys played on the slides they decided to just run around and explore with Daddy, so me, Nannie and Grandpa just rested under the tree. I am pretty sure Grandpa snuck in a little nap, too! We brought Bianca with us and she was a pretty good girl. I was walking her and pushing Preston in the tricycle and she loves to pull until she starts snorting and being all crazy and Preston thought is was so funny. He couldn't stop laughing at his silly doggie. He pays more attention to the dogs than Luke does. He pets them both every now and then. He even tries to "ride" on Bianca if I am not looking. So we had a nice Sunday relaxing outdoors! I just keep telling myself to get out there and enjoy the beautiful weather, because before you know it, it will be July and 100 degrees out!!

Since this week is Spring Break, the boys didn't have school Mon, no bible study on Tuesday, no music class for Preston today and the only therapy we are having this week is feeding/speech therapy tomorrow. So this week has been kind of slow!! I have been getting lost in my days and for some reason I keep thinking we are a day ahead - strange. We are celebrating St. Patrick's day by having a sort of traditional Irish meal. I don't like corned beef, so we are having roast, but we are having Irish bacon and cabbage with carrots and potatoes. Should be interesting! I am not the hugest cabbage fan, so well see. I know Luke will like it because he likes cooked carrots a lot!! Oh and don't get the false idea that I cook every night, because that would be a joke. I am not a bad cook. I think I am actually a pretty good cook. I am just a bad planner. We never have any groceries in our house to actually cook dinner with. This is the first time I have cooked (or gone to the grocery store) all week, but I am hoping to improve on that. ;-)

Randy and I always do this on St. Patrick's Day - we tease each other about him not really having any Irish in him (that he is aware of) and me most likely having some Irish in my family. It's just a funny little thing we do, we tease each other like it's bad TO NOT have or TO have Irish in you, each of us bragging our heritage is better - haha. But that does remind me about that new show on NBC on Friday nights called "Who Do You Think You Are?". I definitely recommend watching it. It is a really cool show that totally makes you want to go search your families' genealogy. I hope someday to do that! Who knows I might have more Irish in me than I think??

I have had a lot of people on my mind that I have been praying for this week. I have two friends going through some unbelievably hard times right now. I received the sweetest e-card from one the friends and she said something in it very profound that I don't think she would mind me sharing with you. She said "when I was angry with God and couldn't pray, you prayed for me". She went on to say that God answered my prayers in a specific way for her. I was deeply touched by that. It is an amazing reminder that our prayers are not futile and that they may be helping in way you would never realize.

I know many people we have never met lifted my family up in their prayers when Preston had his first head surgery and the following day my Dad had his heart attack. I definitely was praying then myself, because that's the only thing I knew how to do at those moments. But afterwards when I found out that people - groups of people I have never met - where praying for my family specifically by name it made me really feel the power of prayer. I am sure many of those people prayed for things I never would have thought to and I know with out a doubt their prayers impacted my life. I think it is a good reminder that the prayers your are saying for others do not go unnoticed or unanswered - so keep them up!! And thank you again to all of those who keep my family in your prayers. I know God is listening to them.