I believe in angels...... yes I do!

Tonight after a busy Sunday, we just cleaned up dinner and put the baby down to bed. I settled the three boys on the couch with a movie and sat down to the computer for a few minutes. I was happily browsing through the pictures of Marks cousin's wedding, sipping my diet coke.... when all of a sudden I had an impression to "check on Owen!!" I kind of brushed it off (he was fine, just sitting watching a cartoon with his brothers) Then I felt it again... "Go and check on Owen!!" I casually went through to the family room and discovered that he was not where I had left him. I walked through the house and he was not there!! I opened the front door and scanned the neighbourhood from my doorstep... no Owen!!! I ran around the house again shouting his name. I could not find him!!!! I pulled Mark off the toilet and told him I couldn't find Owen!! I started panicking! I ran around the corner of my street, yelling for him, but he was not there!! Then I thought... "The car!!" I raced to the car, I tried to open it but the doors were all locked! but through the window I could see his bright blonde hair, he was lying on the floor of the car not moving. Frantically I scrummaged for the keys, and grabbed him. He was fast asleep!! I ran inside with him and gave him a big drink of water, The car was very warm, but Owen was perfectly fine!! "I don't like water!" he said sleepily. This whole experience had happened in maybe five minutes... This could have been tragic. I am so grateful to know that there are Heavenly eyes watching over my babies and helping me to keep them safe.

the parable of the dog.....

Almost a year ago, a scruffy, stray dog wandered into our neighbourhood and life. We decided to keep him on a temporary basis, while we tried to locate his owners. a few weeks passed, one family came to see if he was their dog, he wasn't!! Kyle and Brody stared at me with hopeful eyes, (they had just moved to a brand new school and were struggling to make friends) My heart melted. We named him Milo (after much gender, identifying confusion.) At first I struggled with him since he was not potty trained, he was messy, and annoying. One day he snapped his teeth at Ava! (she was sticking her fingers up his nostrils) I had had enough of him. He was pooing everywhere, and the babies were too rough with him, so he would get irritated with them. It was time to let him go. I put something on facebook, offering anyone a free dog. It was a few weeks before someone came forward with a request to have him. I don't know what it was, but I just couldn't let him go! I said "sorry, we are going to keep him after all!" Sometimes, he is annoying.... but mostly he is sweet. He sleeps every night on the boys bed. he loves company, and he guards the kids bedrooms at night. He is actually a good dog. And as hard as it is for me to admit.... I care about him! (yes me.... the one who finds even a goldfish to be annoying,) On Sunday, One of the deacon's came to our house to get the fast offering. He told Mark that a while ago he lost his dog, he then went on to describe Milo to the tee. Then he saw him and was sure that he was his long lost dog! I spoke to the young boy's mother, and told her that if they were sure it was their dog, that they should have him back. She arranged that she would come by after work the following day. I looked at my little Kyle who's eyes were red, with tears swelling up. This was tricky. The rightful owners should have their dog back. He was theirs! He should be returned. Their little boy missed him, he deserved to have him back! That is justice! But what about mercy? How do I tell my children that Milo was going to have to leave them? Then what about the dog? What was fair for him? Shouldn't he get to choose where he would prefer to stay? Were we going to have to have a custody battle over this dog? What would judge Judy do? Was King Solomon going to have to cut him in half? The next day, the lady came to identify her dog. All the factors seem to add up, same breed, same size, same gender, wasn't wearing a collar,...... she took one look at him (we all stared at her in anticipation for her dreaded response) but to our surprise she said ....... "nope, that's not him!!" "PHEW!!!" Milo was getting to stay!! I was not going to have to buy 2 hamster's to replace him! I am sure their is a conference talk within this story somewhere, but for now...... we are grateful that we are getting to keep our favorite dog in the world... "Milo Pugmire" To celebrate, we took Milo to the groomers for a wee trim....... I will add pics tomorrow (P.S when did I become one of these pet worshipers that write blog entries about their animals???") This won't happen again!

owen is THREE!!!!

Owen has been excited for his birthday for the past few months!!! He kept asking me~"mum, I almost big?"

When his big day finally arrived, poor Owen was not feeling well, he had a yucky bug that we brought home from Scotland. Owen was miserable and hot, so we cancelled his birthday party. :(


The next day we decided to take Owen's cake over to sunday dinner at grandma's house and call it his party. He was delighted!!!

Aunie Kierra made him a fabulous cake, which made the day perfect!!







Some of the kid's were eager to "help" open Owen's present's for him, and he would quietly and politely say... "I got it"




Owen is turning into such a sweet little boy. He is the cleanest of my kids, he loves things to be organised and tidy, and he doesnt like to have a speck of dirt on himself. He is VERY polite, he never forget's to say please when he asks for something. He has settled down from his wild and troublesome ways and is just a joy to have in our home.

We hope you had a fun day little man, we love you!!!