tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39623446237757865872024-02-19T07:22:43.312-06:00The Johnson FamilyAllyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-10308906442143629322013-05-04T10:47:00.000-05:002013-05-04T10:47:08.350-05:00ChangesI haven't been inspired to blog in a long time. Obviously.<br />
But with so many changes in our lives in recent months, I thought it might be time for an update.<br />
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We moved to Conway in December and I started working at Theodore Jones Elementary teaching K-4th graders music. I absolutely love it! Our school has about 77% of the kids on free and reduced lunch. Many kids have rough home lives and live in poverty. I remind myself every morning as I watch them walking down the hall to their classrooms that I don't know what they experienced at home before coming to school. I make a point to hug those who need hugs and give encouragement to all of them. I love these kids. Even after only teaching them for 4 months, I love them and feel like God has given me a new ministry through my job at TJES. Henry goes to school at TJES and we have really enjoyed being able to go to the same school for the first time! He has made some really good friends there and has fit right in.<br />
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Scottie is starting a new church plant with the backing of the Arkansas Baptist Convention called Outdoor Church of Arkansas. This church will be unconventional and will meet on a weeknight to accommodate outdoorsmen and their schedules. It will likely meet in a shop at our home. Scottie is definitely in his element! He has felt God calling him to this ministry for some time, but we knew last fall that it was time. Things are still in the beginning phases, but are moving along.<br />
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A is with us and everything is still in process. We are going on 2 years with him in our family. While the process is slow, we are patiently waiting. We love him so much and cannot wait to share pictures of our WHOLE family!<br />
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We sold our house in Farmington and closed last month. We have started looking for a house around Conway and are anxious to get settled! We have been living in a 2 bedroom duplex and are a little cramped, but it has been good for us. <br />
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God has definitely worked out all the details for us to be in central Arkansas. There are many people we miss in NWAR, but we feel so blessed to be here starting new ministries. We are also so thankful to be close to Jamie, Rodney and Nick as well as all of Scottie's family. We haven't lived close to them in over 15 years.<br />
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God is good. I look forward to sharing more and maybe a few pictures soon!<br />
Who knows, maybe I'll blog a little more!<br />
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Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-52539519096572885582012-10-04T15:01:00.001-05:002012-10-04T15:01:45.319-05:00Drake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On September 1, 2012, we lost a precious member of our family. <br />
Drake Walker drowned during a flash flood near his home in Conway.<br />
Our family will never be the same.<br />
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For us the call came as we were with friends watching the first Razorback game of the season. Scottie got a phone call that Drake had been missing for over an hour. We immediately turned to social media to get the word out for everyone we knew to start praying. The next phone call came that the police were dragging a nearby pond. The final phone call was that he had been found in the pond and had drowned. There are no words to describe the emotions that came as we dashed out of our friends' house and started to think about what to do next. I have never experienced anything like it before. Henry was staying at a friend's house. I called my parents and told them. They were on their way to get baby A. We started packing. I knew we had to tell Henry so I went to his friend's house and told him something had happened and we had to go home. Telling Henry that his cousin and best friend was gone was the most difficult thing we have ever had to tell him. To say Henry and Drake were close doesn't tell the full story. They were like brothers.<br />
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We arrived in Conway just after midnight to our sweet family standing on the porch and immediately began hugging and crying. There simply were no words. I remember just saying "I'm sorry" over and over. The house was full of people. Over the next several days we were able to witness the church being the hands and feet of Jesus as pastors and small group members took care of every detail imaginable. They kept ice chests full of cold drinks and food supplied. There were tissue boxes all over the house. There were ladies cleaning and doing laundry. There were tables and chairs and canopies set up on the deck for people to sit. There were plenty of people around from early morning until late at night for hugs, tears, prayer, support. It was an amazing scene in the midst of a terrible situation.<br />
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Drake's legacy lives on through a mission fund set up at his church. Through this fund, his family will be going to Haiti next summer to share the gospel. His legacy lives on in schools throughout Arkansas as students strive to be the friend Drake was. He was nice to everyone and took the time to make everyone feel accepted. He stood up to bullies. He welcomed new kids as friends. His legacy lives on in the lives that have been changed as a result of his story and his family's testimony. We know hundreds of students have accepted Christ of their savior in the month of September. This month of tragedy has also been a month of blessings. Drake's legacy lives on in his family and friends who strive every day to live each day to the fullest. Drake loved life and we owe it to him to do the same.<br />
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Drake's story is a reminder to all of us that we are not promised tomorrow. Life is so short and we often take so much for granted. May God change this attitude in us. May God make us more aware of how precious life is. May we live differently.<br />
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Drake loved this song by Building 429 and this has become his anthem. I am so thankful to have know Drake Walker and to have called him my nephew. I miss him dearly and I cannot wait to see him again in heaven one day.<br />
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Please pray for my sweet family and they grieve and seek God's plan in their new normal as a family of three. I have witnessed them praising God in the midst of terrible tragedy and I know God is with them supplying their every need. We believe God has plans beyond what we can comprehend through this amazing family. It's all for His glory.<br />
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"Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29617A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup> about those who sleep in death,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29617B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup> so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29617C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup> <span class="text 1Thess-4-14" id="en-NIV-29618"><sup class="versenum">14 </sup>For we believe that Jesus died and rose again,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29618D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)"></sup> and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29618E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Thess-4-15" id="en-NIV-29619"><sup class="versenum">15 </sup>According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29619F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)"></sup> will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29619G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Thess-4-16" id="en-NIV-29620"><sup class="versenum">16 </sup>For the Lord himself will come down from heaven,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29620H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)"></sup> with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29620I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)"></sup> and with the trumpet call of God,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29620J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)"></sup> and the dead in Christ will rise first.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29620K" title="See cross-reference K">K</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Thess-4-17" id="en-NIV-29621"><sup class="versenum">17 </sup>After that, we who are still alive and are left<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29621L" title="See cross-reference L">L</a>)"></sup> will be caught up together with them in the clouds<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29621M" title="See cross-reference M">M</a>)"></sup> to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29621N" title="See cross-reference N">N</a>)"></sup> forever.</span> <span class="text 1Thess-4-18" id="en-NIV-29622"><sup class="versenum">18 </sup>Therefore encourage one another<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-29622O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)"></sup> with these words."</span><br />
<span class="text 1Thess-4-18">1 Thessalonians 4:13-18</span>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-88658018535452693982011-12-29T21:04:00.001-06:002011-12-29T21:04:36.392-06:00Update...AgainObviously, blogging isn't really my thing. I think it could be, but it just hasn't been a very high priority these last few months. I could go on and on about busyness, but anyone reading this is probably in the same boat. Just wanted to give a quick update.<br />
Baby A has been with us for 5 months. I thought about this while I rocked him to sleep tonight and wondered how many miles we have rocked these 5 months! He is such a sweet boy. We had to get up at 4:00 am to prepare for an EEG his neurologist wanted to do to rule out seizures. Our instructions were to keep him awake and one nurse even said if he falls asleep, we will have to reschedule! Scottie and I were both up with him and then took turns taking short naps. Keeping him awake was pretty easy at first, but got more difficult as the morning went on! Our appointment wasn't until after 10:00 am so you can imagine...6 hours of keeping a sleepy toddler awake!! Some of our tactics were eating, walking outside into the chilly air, playing with all sorts of toys and a cold, wet paper towel on the head and face! They worked well! Things got really tough when we left for the appointment. A wanted to go immediately to sleep in the car. Scottie had to task of keeping him awake there. I had a hard time not speeding to hurry to the appointment! Long story short, the appointment was a success. It was not easy for this momma to sit and watch the tech glue 24 electrodes to his sweet head while he fussed and cried. When the test was over, we thought he would go right back to sleep, but he surprised us all by staying awake! We drove over to Mad Pizza (one of my favorite places to eat) for lunch. A stayed awake through lunch and even munched on some ham and cheese. He did take a great nap this afternoon after we got him home and cleaned up (he still had some glue in his hair).<br />
Christmas was so much fun! We haven't had a little guy for a while, so it was a fun experience. He got some wonderful gifts from family, friends and Casa. We have had a wonderful time together as a family this year, for sure!<br />
We went to court recently and will have baby A for a while. It's tough to know how to pray. It is even tougher not to be selfish. I have to keep reminding myself that he isn't mine. He is in DHS custody and I'm a third party raising him for the time being. Our goal is still reunification. We pray for God's will everyday for this little guy's life and want whatever is best for him, even if that means we don't get to keep him.<br />
The new year holds lots of promise and excitement for our family. We can't wait to see what's ahead! Happy New Year!!Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-1713244994104819072011-09-28T20:21:00.000-05:002011-09-28T20:21:22.194-05:00UpdateIt's been a long day.We had court today and I had no idea how exhausting it would be. For all of us.<br />
I am thankful today for a judge who sincerely has the best interest of children in mind day after day.<br />
I am thankful today for a system, though flawed, seeks to protect children of all ages.<br />
I am thankful today for an incredible and supportive family who I love dearly and they love me.<br />
I am thankful today that God put me in a family who loved me and took care of me.<br />
I am thankful today for a network of friends who love me and my family.<br />
I am thankful today that God has called me to be a mommy to children I did not give birth to.<br />
I am thankful today my own son is able to love other children just like they were his siblings.<br />
I am thankful today that God is always with us equipping me for every good work.<br />
I am thankful today for so many reasons. Too many to name them all.<br />
Most of all, I'm thankful for this crazy journey we are on. I am learning to trust God more and take it one day at a time. I am also learning to be prepared for anything at any moment!<br />
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<em>And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28</em>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-1219722819184605882011-09-22T12:59:00.000-05:002011-09-22T12:59:22.072-05:00What Can You Do?I have been thinking a lot this week about foster care and the church. I have read James 1:27 a bunch of times. Yesterday I read foster children referred to as "American orphans" and it took my breath. It is so true. I just read <a href="http://smalltownjoy.blogspot.com/2011/09/foster-care-call-to-action-and-yes-this.html#comment-form">this post</a> and was brought to tears. There is so much you can do to help, to bless, to love foster families. You don't have to become a foster parent to love foster children and support families who care for them. You can help be Jesus to these precious little ones, too. So, I ask...what can you do?? Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-44268273857041417332011-09-02T22:02:00.000-05:002011-09-02T22:02:23.944-05:00County Fair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFv8S6FtvXT4HZLEKxFqJGoQJ-Jge6iC4MjaYKKoHuWAn2Yk3AI9nBb6IjkpJ-G5GzbFiCPomsiti2RM_R_urSDDHus2WjKlUSL2IITD3EKC1pE8_D08CH3YPNex_e4ezsUDfoPPNSCYz/s1600/Fair11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFv8S6FtvXT4HZLEKxFqJGoQJ-Jge6iC4MjaYKKoHuWAn2Yk3AI9nBb6IjkpJ-G5GzbFiCPomsiti2RM_R_urSDDHus2WjKlUSL2IITD3EKC1pE8_D08CH3YPNex_e4ezsUDfoPPNSCYz/s320/Fair11.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
Henry had his first opportunity to show a sheep at the Washington County Fair this week! It was very exciting. And as you can see from his expression, even though he was a total rookie, he was all business. He was very serious and even though his sheep (not really his, just the one he got to lead) didn't win, he was really proud. And he got a free t-shirt!Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-70789943783728557052011-08-23T18:22:00.000-05:002011-08-23T18:22:09.564-05:00Back To School!!The last 2 weeks have been unbelievable. Getting back into the routine of going back to school is always a bit challenging, but throw a baby into the mix and it's downright silly! I really don't know if I can sit here and actually recall everything that has happened. Let's just say that every time the phone rings we hold our breath and say a prayer.<br />
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Henry's first day back started off like this:<br />
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He has crawled all over this house today, cruised all around our living room furniture (he's getting quite good at it), eaten some yummy baby food, had a few poopy diapers and made a trip to Wal-Mart. Whew!<br />
Baby M. has been with us for a week now. <br />
We are having the best time!<br />
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Scottie attended the first hearing this week which went well. He was able to talk to baby M.'s mom and reassure her that he is safe and doing very well. There was a possibility he might go with a family member next week, but that has fallen through, so he will likely be with us for a little while. We are tickled to have him as long as we can!<br />
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God is doing some amazing things in my heart and in our family through this little guy. We are trusting Him for what is best and praying for him and his family. We are all growing though this experience.<br />
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I have been asked by several people lately, "How can you do it? How can you get attached and then have to give them back?" and even, "What do you do if you get one you wanna keep and have to give it back?" I have had to think about my answer to these questions. Here is what I have come up with: It's not about me. It's not about what I selfishly want. Becoming a foster parent is the opposite of selfish. We are giving up time, energy, money, sleep, comfort - you name it - for children who's parents who have made poor choices. I am not allowed to be selfish in this whatsoever. And that's why it's a <em>calling</em>. I sensed God calling us to adoption on November 3, 2010, but had no idea at the time what that would look like. We have such a peace that this is exactly what He wants for us to do right now. Even though it's not easy (what about the Christian life is?? Really??), God is in control. This is all His. These precious children are His. I am just being Jesus to them for a little while. What an amazing opportunity we have!<br />
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So, there. That's how I feel about it. We still feel called to adoption, but know that baby M. may not be our "forever child." If he's not we will give him back when it's time. We pray that God gives us the grace to give him back and we know we will be sad. But we also know that means our "forever child" is out there and we will keep loving children through Jesus until we get to him or her.Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-41593581412662993612011-08-01T21:37:00.000-05:002011-08-01T21:37:44.990-05:00Brothers (part 2)Another call came last week. <br />
Thursday at 8:00 am, to be exact.<br />
It's amazing how one phone call can change EVERYTHING.<br />
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The DHS worker said there was a baby boy who needed placement. A baby! I told her I would talk it over with Scottie and call her back. In a matter of moments, we had a critical decision to make. We were both groggy and still sitting in the bed talking things over and praying (sounded something like..."God - what do we do??"). See, we were leaving the next day for a wedding in Mountain Home where we would both be singing and I would be playing the piano. We also knew I would be in Hot Springs for a few days at the ARKCDA Convention. We were trying to figure out how to make it work and I kept thinking about The CALL video where everyone was too busy to take a little girl. I couldn't be that person! I called my mom and she agreed to step in while I was away. We could make it work! I was excited to call DHS back and say yes!<br />
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I picked up baby M. later that day. What a precious little boy! He has the most amazing smile and is so, so happy. We took him with us to the wedding where he charmed our friends and they fell in love with him instantly. We have had to adjust to making bottles, changing diapers, baby food, spitting up, teething, diaper rash, rocking to sleep, etc. again. It's been 8 years!! But we have settled into our new routine with him and it has been so much fun! Henry is an INCREDIBLE big brother. He is so helpful and encouraging (he gave me a high five today and told me, "good job, mom!" after I was able to rock M. back to sleep after he woke up hungry from his nap!). This little guy has captured our hearts!<br />
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We do not know what is ahead and we are waiting for word on his hearing. We are praying for him and his family and enjoying him for as long as we have him! <br />
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We are so blessed to be on this special journey. We can't wait to see what God has in store.Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-44675911015371674342011-07-13T10:14:00.000-05:002011-07-13T10:14:13.972-05:00Brothers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_ej92MRFCR-DuuWDqL2RSqCIGR5-VCn8JeQA8e9YphbMpiSyMuOWPI9RYTH85zYH6LFDYVcRp_lgt6ckySeHoFZAPbbiN-fseDV_A-d_4fLT5565iPqQPrkzO8XHpbYSkeH6b_GFjOC_/s1600/IMG_0582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju_ej92MRFCR-DuuWDqL2RSqCIGR5-VCn8JeQA8e9YphbMpiSyMuOWPI9RYTH85zYH6LFDYVcRp_lgt6ckySeHoFZAPbbiN-fseDV_A-d_4fLT5565iPqQPrkzO8XHpbYSkeH6b_GFjOC_/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Henry and Rollie have a special relationship. H has considered R his "brother" since he was a kitten! They have a brotherly bond.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSySm2Xgy_FEOuvcQfmV57OBKzQ-xtgnVkulLKPZyCgANgJaFa6qxGCAv0HsmFBdTlsA8u4qYJvX2jqvc0A2iwr4Ups8sn-2myFe9jSthNH0COJEondyVGsNFjAh_Jrm6r_l44DYWS_JHg/s1600/IMG_0584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSySm2Xgy_FEOuvcQfmV57OBKzQ-xtgnVkulLKPZyCgANgJaFa6qxGCAv0HsmFBdTlsA8u4qYJvX2jqvc0A2iwr4Ups8sn-2myFe9jSthNH0COJEondyVGsNFjAh_Jrm6r_l44DYWS_JHg/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Brotherly love knows no bounds!Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-11477290998884326822011-07-07T13:37:00.000-05:002011-07-07T13:37:06.553-05:00Why We Do What We DoThe first time I saw this video was in church and it made me cry. I cannot imagine being "too busy" to help a child in need.<br />
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"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world." James 1:27 (NIV)Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-16254461053557924542011-07-01T09:47:00.002-05:002011-07-01T10:06:31.093-05:00Our Quiet HouseToday our house is quiet. We took our girls to live with their grandma yesterday afternoon. It was very bittersweet. We enjoyed having them in our home for 9 days. We swam, played barbies and kitchen, ate at "Chick-A-Lay" twice (K's pronunciation) and I braved Wal-Mart with the crew by myself twice! They got to watch Henry play baseball, went to church, ate at MickyDonald's (again, K's pronunciation) and went to 2 swim parties. It was quite an adventure, to say the least! I'm happy K and L will be with family and will be able to visit with their mom. At the same time, I grew to love these little ones and desire nothing but the best for them. We saw them flourish during the short time they were in our house. We made a special point to love on them, encourage them and praise their good behavior and efforts. We all had moments of frustration, but we had a very good first experience with fostering. I have believed for some time God has called us to this unique ministry, but that was only confirmed after the last 9 days. It is my prayer that we will have a positive impact on the children who come through our home, no matter how long or short they stay. We will love them as our own for as long as we have them!<br /><br /><br />For now, our house is quiet. Henry and I are snuggling in the chair with Rollie waiting for blueberry muffins to cool enough to eat.<br /><br /><br />We will enjoy the quiet for now, but can't wait to see where our adventure takes us next!Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-44913423659293244982011-06-25T08:53:00.003-05:002011-06-25T09:24:55.692-05:00Our AdventureThis week has been quite an adventure. To say the least. I always wondered where I would be when our first call came. It was Tuesday and Henry and I were at the car wash. Two little girls needed a home. Even though Scottie was out of town and we had several obligations over the course of the week, how could I possibly say no?? Wouldn't that be incredibly selfish of me? After all, this is why we signed on to be foster parents. These girls' world had just been turned upside down and they needed help. Of course I said 'yes, bring 'em over!'<br />They came later that evening and didn't have much with them. I bought them some pj's and a few things to get us through the next few days. These precious girls are so sweet! We have had a great time loving them and playing with them. We have spent quite a bit of time playing outside and went swimming yesterday for the first time. They loved it!! I wasn't sure how they would like it, but they did so well. They are even tolerating Maggie swimming with them really well! We have had a few moments here and there, but I think the girls are adjusting very well. Henry is a super big brother! But I knew he would be! He has such compassion and is very caring with little ones. He is pretty patient and loves helping them do things. He is having to learn to share ALL his stuff...something tough for an only child! It's a new adventure for all of us. Scottie has been so anxious to get home from Super Summer and meet the girls. It has been hard for him to be so far away knowing all that is going on here. He comes home today and we can't wait!<br />There have been several amazing blessings that have already come out of our adventure. A lot of people have stepped in and offered help. I have bought the girls several things, but we have had lots of stuff donated. An organization called <a href="http://www.nothinginreturn.org/">Nothing In Return </a>brought us a bunch of toys, clothes, snacks, soap, toothpaste and all kinds of goodies! A DHS worker came yesterday afternoon with a sack for each girl of brand new clothes from The Children's Place and we had a fashion show! They are thrilled to have new things. I really don't think they have had anything new before. We have a meal coming tonight through <a href="http://www.thecallinarkansas.org/">The CALL</a>. We are so blessed! <br />Beyond that, I appreciate Henry more. The last few days have been a huge adjustment for all of us and he has been such a trooper. He has had to share me with 2 other people, something he has never had to do before! We snuggle and hang out when the girls are napping and after they go to bed. I am trying to be careful to spend one-on-one time with him when I can. I have also come to realize how spoiled I am. I have been really selfish with my time and I didn't even realize it until the girls came. I went anywhere I wanted, bought what I wanted, ate out whenever I wanted and didn't even think about it. I have been blessed beyond measure and took it for granted. Having two precious little ones come into my home with nothing has made me realize a lot of stuff. God is doing an amazing work in my life through these kids and their situation. I had no idea that would happen. I knew I would be helping out some kids who needed it, but I didn't know they would be helping me, too.<br />Please pray for K. and L. The first court hearing is next week and I will be attending to find out as much as I can about their situation. Pray for their family. My prayer is for reunification, but I want them to be in a healthy environment.<br />Thank you for your prayers!!Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-2015421146199924062011-06-18T19:54:00.009-05:002011-06-18T20:26:02.340-05:00BaseballThis is Henry's first year to play baseball and it has been such a positive experience. His coaches have been wonderful and patient as he learns, and the players really work well together as a team. We are so glad we have had this experience this year.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619733472668803202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKktl9G-fVot1nZUs7SO7popHri16QhfDXoJ-LQeXAu6iTllSqXrO5qKXmKtC8qUUIvxdO4V_nrVGUKt1P5L4DNUozV96LcphfvpLPE_AcM59XJ9Rfly5jdJDHsYW3Xlw2FJd6Tv6BVZs/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" />We have traveled to Lincoln, Prairie Grove, Elkins and West Fork for games.<br /><br /><div><br /><div>We had lots of games to make up because of a really rainy spring!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619732886527360674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kK-wTGuPXzxhDMHxNROpo13TRbvJofTf5upsQ-DqXPp6Qixx-rPJt2D3nQE7dj7gqg5ZR9OwhftwDRXo5hbQPBp6eBrVld5pOvSgzKG_xLaUnwjSfgsgtrJxRtm-BIEIopn327xEeeA_/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" />Henry's last game was this past Wednesday. They won 12-6! It was a great way to end a great season.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619730447638536994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV-p4FfhEj4g_OXGKdKzpkPCpK29Cj_RSrjWBL9nlVjF3hKsYVC1PHX4ogdWqIBLCc1XzT1VUVekTMlCoVDiUCXooRRmmFZGOoep4-NwFFrYVB0-YhrgWWIWzpQK3vltvSSQdB9cX9BtUL/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" />Tournament is this week and we are pumped!! The Fireballs are ready!!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619729486987417218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8YCLQ6XyVDK7muBOXsrYrIBlmRhcHOHjuAjoPGii43U7qpCJJpBLaqkR9ZzHi6JJceBPJnWPYhaxCtMMnqqFEb-IAnDlYfP9xMQPIEdbatlpRg_XmPKnHtWJLvfur4EJ_aSn4zUUyuV4h/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" /></div></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-22842638770973998782011-06-15T09:58:00.014-05:002011-06-15T10:50:46.999-05:00What We've Been Up ToIt's been a while since I've blogged. The end of the school year came so fast and we were so busy, this has taken a back seat for sure! I wanted to update on our journey into foster care/adoption. We officially began our journey on January 17th at an information meeting with the CALL. The first part of our journey ended yesterday with our "final" final walk-through with DHS yesterday. DHS wanted to come on April 30th for our final walk-through, but we were not in town that day. I didn't hear back from them for almost a month. They came on May 26th and found several things that I needed to change or do. The night they came, Kendra and I were in the process of painting the "foster" room and Scottie's gun cabinet was still in the room! Shameful! Our DHS worker said we would have to have the room set up before we would be put on the list to get a child. I hadn't been told this before or I would have had the room set up a long time ago!! We were also told to put key locks on our gates and shed and a chime on our back door (they were pretty concerned about our pool). In the garage we had to put away some things that were just out. We were also told there would be a safety plan for the pool, the gun cabinet (which is now in our bedroom...ugh) and Scottie's 4-wheeler. With the end of school, my final concerts, Henry's baseball games, church, etc. we decided to wait until I was out of school to finish everything and have DHS come back. It was a good decision. <br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Yesterday we were approved for 2 children, age 0-5, either sex.</div><br /><div>Here are some pics of the room:<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618467651947895394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnYXOW-LP8UfgPTfJTs6n9baiP653KtzdO5BmnBBub9OXq21LP0q9e9oQ4NR7cdtSoU-DHQjf4FiuIrtMIscstZ9vcEtdicJBlpXlPiu8tY5OxPe0nieOUxBEzzhkTGTTKxv7B_p_x16Cl/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" /><br /><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618468076803946082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPmGaF3XkL_cE07ofXuWfhETAZ3gBnoFjwpX3l7OGtbPM_xJ218J8Z9HdiwxBFoS_D8J7IZhXPxrHB3Dx9tIosNUs5A1zd95KG4KoVc_msHuHrvqC7qqXPfDWxoUVQij6KJFKPYSSdk9-7/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618468410533274354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhus0WfM5iKUsxO9XbRN3w6VrCm_YGcQc4IvkXFk8TnmfREYUYKo4mgrduLMzmAED6nTuZp1eX9SwWdQusJQ9sN1bkQ1A-M1OTkTIpMizkl886p4qMsGtlmKwlm-Z0jjOgenNhXSjEN9ola/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618468974068278546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEdnc__JHIGyzVQFRuKQhV9QJPW2MNc6t30E6rwUJxAAfYq-dMhMPESLd5Oo9Ajjg_mA0OVWGg2nZIrSStY9NWwqMa8ArNWYzxXWLfOch95LE-ClS9Pzdd-km4aeEPPUwQnaPhO6CmucRo/s320/IMG_0578.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618470123064784498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW-8n8v1jdoHhJUnYxY2sI32uQSu82yul7mAPnjPVbieAYB7X-z4f9KktYI7mddYvxW3ik451Ua5hHVZPMBJmbs5gkCWTM4OoB_BIb2mo0DLFXYvJn6nsbyJ_wQ6CH9MncbXaYyZYDV-R0/s320/IMG_0576.JPG" /></div></div></div><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618470577093479682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BXe1YvviTtJ6XeU1-oCCxj2r2GzG_jySBlcvhJDV2d9R_9IKtpxBbsn6Xoexl-TdoeLyuMd8OFAxaer3rX910ntpOFRU0dGOzsbeChE0stLVBYczjLuU2Z4LyTRdQFY5OoGAe4XFZIXV/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" />Our journey is just beginning. We know it will take a few days or so for our information to be processed and entered into the computer before we get a phone call. We have been praying for wisdom and discernment in as we enter into the next phase. There are lots of unknowns, but we know God has called us to this ministry. We were told yesterday by DHS that there are 130 children in foster care and only 28 foster homes. We are humbled and excited to part of this huge need. We cannot wait to see what God has in store for us!</p>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-77729895877058185752011-05-07T09:24:00.018-05:002011-05-07T09:51:49.350-05:00Easter and A CraftEaster Sunday was a great day! We had an early service at church in addition to regular worship. Grama and Papa came to church with us.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980297034909234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuxfXBtdr76_cA59zW32GhuQtUEQ6LmtRYJoCmpQm6w2Ye0gPJ7D5sL7xNlekxP4OetITdah8yYbgL92MH8WlylDg6htjMekYZtjmOWMTMMkMxm0thXp9uq_jSx1MhJVZYXMDZi2t4uzH/s320/IMG_0546.JPG" />Henry was so handsome! He actually wore a tie that I got to pick out! That is a rare thing.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980114353832018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiVdlc7odhjzBC48nNmuFT_oSHJUbGv8T9BKPKRE1VpyiZwnG6em5zOtmdBPzQFt9mN4gZ5sj8M0pbnCJVhzJkup1nbFgzhKDlBvi-1qnDYfB5jXsRkGvnGCVvWRNjtrFH9_JnnOgrOJCj/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" />The Easter Bunny brought him some tasty goodies and his favorite...Legos!<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603980757435410498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXUAUJFJq8e8DMA9zm_N83Bc2InAG4kUtzDU2OaNNT6_R-BuvFg0Zs3SdrZOJ7JG-0UTLHScYtRrPjRPWhl7CSSfZtb97jd1uTcINnS6s-Hvg3bFMfrXBYKfdaBJLKcGbbJQXmNLsy7EmI/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" />Easter Sunday was cold and rainy. Not ideal for egg hunting! Henry's grama and I hid eggs for him inside.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981551616022162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8-J9JsPG1AjfgEQmOFPZiWIaJ_g2_BgV_ML0Ij3CY782jxdkoNXIStnpe5XxdL0_TOKihyXP5A-T4ErJpKRw-moCAoJv1mfCaC_4VSnAQJE4FarJW9uBYQWmIKhBMcAEfYWnMg1zzNTVJ/s320/IMG_0550.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603982385967791474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQEpslc9VYl7VoAY2qcq7NYz6GMCgq6gRcuwKRsHs3G_UDNUj2moEfbJZP-xBZNQGhZyRx3jUx6iD6mVJ0ai7fmiom4O8Zg-HL2SET-HuEb9u19gi3UQKtpP2jfRZ6RRU156nmiBJaseC/s320/IMG_0555.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603981850444637906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcU2FGA1dXsJbjhZVb9RH4_r295mLfxAl75s-Ka6t947DaE6c3XszccSReCLdUIFUICqt3BciUZd-UMLpRWY8pjxm5aBC5tF0a0LXk0DnDLKq2uCC0P2OqJbLa-Kt76eqveCA_gRg1EUZC/s320/IMG_0557.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983616859364562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpteXAFcSJBU90xgpCm7nGnCeAzn6IpxVIwya4KABpECymeBZbwtQIicEPzF2hnWT7pEteCdKQVM7QIHLeMgRRQhiPRf5hEkRmObtpwZ6YkpyLHfgUuO4g2WK5QJkwUOD3Kc3qo5yW9Gi/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" />I don't consider myself to be particularly crafty, but I dabble. We went to Second Mile (second hand store) to find stuff for MORP a couple of weeks ago when I stumbled upon these flowers! They charged me $2 for all of them!! What a deal! Most of them still had the price tags on them and if I would have paid retail, I would have paid over $35! When I got home, I got out my white pitcher and made a little spring arrangement.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603982823405196050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPLTzPmGATGdnMD6b-XilaqGVtjun6SvVtjUVRHnTlk0k7OHAqkaQLsfB_L7959z9ByQc_cn67MJ5lH-5hWoaA7-_fQqzGulVJZqGAWVCJFZsr1JO4_PN0dPa7CWjnygd7K895S11A7cE/s320/IMG_0558.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603983616859364562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpteXAFcSJBU90xgpCm7nGnCeAzn6IpxVIwya4KABpECymeBZbwtQIicEPzF2hnWT7pEteCdKQVM7QIHLeMgRRQhiPRf5hEkRmObtpwZ6YkpyLHfgUuO4g2WK5QJkwUOD3Kc3qo5yW9Gi/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" />I am pretty proud of my new project!! Happy Spring!!</div></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-41801453611476454272011-03-29T12:10:00.022-05:002011-03-29T12:38:18.141-05:00Spring Break 2011We went to Winter Park, Colorado, this year for spring break with 24 teenagers, college students and adults from church. It was an AMAZING trip!! We had a wonderful time together skiing. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSepfwBO1_WMCRWc2PkU3lbIFLr0kXQG1rapFKE1F_sNCQE-UVcouzIqjsOEW45bhBETXwc5CPdwScY26aT1cPzAd6RPrE4gB26tgXGpQb3hxtT_XLrcP1kRybNUHh-BX3MntbxOfohBjU/s1600/photo9.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589553182919662626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSepfwBO1_WMCRWc2PkU3lbIFLr0kXQG1rapFKE1F_sNCQE-UVcouzIqjsOEW45bhBETXwc5CPdwScY26aT1cPzAd6RPrE4gB26tgXGpQb3hxtT_XLrcP1kRybNUHh-BX3MntbxOfohBjU/s320/photo9.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552982960018546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDGaMOPjn1IvkmLltWAsZM28HV_1NgFp1Z_SuH-1wHsOkYm8AwtFAgBp2jc6juveYtaLReNM9ecI4gfiV98daac3GBiPtRB7ZU3-CNyn_cM1v5dh6i3nxwbi1mKgfxssocz5ed8CI4V7k/s320/photo.JPG" /> Driving through Kansas was rough! So flat and a bit depressing...we saw lots of tumbleweeds! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552781368638418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8h8byMSSyTtD6lbyc9LmiWwh8XGWvWch7bQ5ChTmxYxTiihumHJf8dIjrIUPjnlKkJLJSX-IWptv0bJ2qT1gzT1a-kDzv7K7NtdrjSu4jAzTHdDZ5yxqKrmZ09MRdzlaG4L3mQhnIZrFC/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" /> Mountains in the distance... <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizbMvKnd47NdeZdsumJgD8TOG6oZsIgRGWBLjs6qnQLL5a1SP9C9sFgJmwR3NvL9RMVNyQx-xuIOYkNe0pWZj2W4fPM4XLGQQq6Zjw0ZJWK3VAMlk4jW86qjm1fARP6-JCu1QxuYosbOH/s1600/photo6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589553082094685714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizbMvKnd47NdeZdsumJgD8TOG6oZsIgRGWBLjs6qnQLL5a1SP9C9sFgJmwR3NvL9RMVNyQx-xuIOYkNe0pWZj2W4fPM4XLGQQq6Zjw0ZJWK3VAMlk4jW86qjm1fARP6-JCu1QxuYosbOH/s320/photo6.JPG" /></a> Taking a break on the first day. Scottie was so good and patient with me on the first day! I hadn't been skiing since high school and was a little rusty. He helped me so much!! Henry was in snowboard school all day that first day. <br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESv2TIaZqjZzN-WBOEpYI_4IBmTx7PI26F6ccGtggosCIqR7fC8PBoLjhtNokzDfEPzaoROLmjIFviCb7ivte7Chtctx4DwFJqhx4-MaD92lFwMzHQaTaNZ-nJ8UM-MawaGEn2CXVIivl/s1600/photo3.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552907390385474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESv2TIaZqjZzN-WBOEpYI_4IBmTx7PI26F6ccGtggosCIqR7fC8PBoLjhtNokzDfEPzaoROLmjIFviCb7ivte7Chtctx4DwFJqhx4-MaD92lFwMzHQaTaNZ-nJ8UM-MawaGEn2CXVIivl/s320/photo3.JPG" /></a> Scottie and I really enjoyed skiing together!! We've been together for over 17 years, but had never been skiing with each other! <br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2h1hA_tu9O_5gzb00lZDNF-vKtL4-lj24SzH5VpDbuLcMAy8V6965SIUGUMtsHyH5l7W3my9Sgexuf9yJksRWPRU407sV7wsjB_w_YYb8rYi3hqfhWpfmY8oUb-o8HUC2fgVQn3rWTac/s1600/IMG_0229.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552689283069042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2h1hA_tu9O_5gzb00lZDNF-vKtL4-lj24SzH5VpDbuLcMAy8V6965SIUGUMtsHyH5l7W3my9Sgexuf9yJksRWPRU407sV7wsjB_w_YYb8rYi3hqfhWpfmY8oUb-o8HUC2fgVQn3rWTac/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" /></a>We stayed at The Vintage Hotel which was a gondola ride from Winter Park Village. It was very nice and I would highly recommend it! </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQrka-_C2MztPc30XeY2e9zR_ax4Q9L5ky25qWh8GghpW51_Ixzj8YvIX671swvvQ9RL4YU33muE3iU6cgLwSj53AG2Eibla_jnn3WxcN8wp1ByFDdJyiSx24AefiGnRDSiqPH92HFj_S/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552602238676274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQrka-_C2MztPc30XeY2e9zR_ax4Q9L5ky25qWh8GghpW51_Ixzj8YvIX671swvvQ9RL4YU33muE3iU6cgLwSj53AG2Eibla_jnn3WxcN8wp1ByFDdJyiSx24AefiGnRDSiqPH92HFj_S/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" /></a>Henry had a fold out couch bed and loved it!! Our room had a fireplace and a kitchenette...perfect!! They also provided a locker for us to store our ski stuff at night. </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWdnmFt9uNvx-h7Ie_lLCxOUmzFEH7RKhbB1rXyodOJpAp_L0DIwHijPRmDDnRVS7C6P0tvetsJVFfDsEH4zLeEqLF6jkgLN94cmugyReNThYc8AXBKI78vTVoVyus5lM6Bq-yIWbUU2O/s1600/IMG_0227.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552527508588802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAWdnmFt9uNvx-h7Ie_lLCxOUmzFEH7RKhbB1rXyodOJpAp_L0DIwHijPRmDDnRVS7C6P0tvetsJVFfDsEH4zLeEqLF6jkgLN94cmugyReNThYc8AXBKI78vTVoVyus5lM6Bq-yIWbUU2O/s320/IMG_0227.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVuDHO6P1abEBVRJA44VrqDAl1uLLIJT1cTDGfRoieDUtSWzJg3pYnA5juhf9HgI7NCM-ODRESIgFt_9vWAg4OQkjJXTR1GWWsHdxdZ7x-KrZGNJH1hWQ-ErDMIhxT0Yqo4V_-GL71k6N/s1600/IMG_0226.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552427490302994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXVuDHO6P1abEBVRJA44VrqDAl1uLLIJT1cTDGfRoieDUtSWzJg3pYnA5juhf9HgI7NCM-ODRESIgFt_9vWAg4OQkjJXTR1GWWsHdxdZ7x-KrZGNJH1hWQ-ErDMIhxT0Yqo4V_-GL71k6N/s320/IMG_0226.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg76bUOP8Rp9ChTPHr4Fa-6dMdQJmmnt6lE-66JUa0U9veVK-1KJ_oOtrwMY5H8M3nT6n1m0jMmgYKujtcuo8MzHMwGZuugfVw0FEj4IK4Gqfvyd-K32L27AJYiqMYBGREW7FQ06vgHVLN/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552320752760818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg76bUOP8Rp9ChTPHr4Fa-6dMdQJmmnt6lE-66JUa0U9veVK-1KJ_oOtrwMY5H8M3nT6n1m0jMmgYKujtcuo8MzHMwGZuugfVw0FEj4IK4Gqfvyd-K32L27AJYiqMYBGREW7FQ06vgHVLN/s320/IMG_0225.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihA0-g6D5uo_HAv0RdBf4tALl8OhcDKYr206otij1sPcwUJshs2PgwtWECxIIowhcx6fVldKtgrUXK4eSwlgqAzYIoktH1QAh0j4LcQt4rB2oSR-8Nco6Oqu9ZQGDHPbrvEjE8CCXMrwIp/s1600/IMG_0223.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552225871318418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihA0-g6D5uo_HAv0RdBf4tALl8OhcDKYr206otij1sPcwUJshs2PgwtWECxIIowhcx6fVldKtgrUXK4eSwlgqAzYIoktH1QAh0j4LcQt4rB2oSR-8Nco6Oqu9ZQGDHPbrvEjE8CCXMrwIp/s320/IMG_0223.JPG" /></a>Hittin' the slopes with my boys!! This was the last day we skied. It was snowy all day and windy. Made for rough conditions, but we still had a great time together. </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMM5F-WQLQuRzf09e2Fc21ZK8Q5-t-_MpA-WEI8i5uZKwEr6_9weR7qOFqPj_WkiBdU6f0F92iFv3OEfemEaAkECBQJWSouduh917w1zp7N0bC9zTQQDgitglHF9z8979sxYEMnRVictE/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552107826847842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMM5F-WQLQuRzf09e2Fc21ZK8Q5-t-_MpA-WEI8i5uZKwEr6_9weR7qOFqPj_WkiBdU6f0F92iFv3OEfemEaAkECBQJWSouduh917w1zp7N0bC9zTQQDgitglHF9z8979sxYEMnRVictE/s320/IMG_0221.JPG" /></a>Snowboard champ!! Henry really did great. He picked up snowboarding pretty quick and said he loved it and can't wait to go back! We are so proud of him!!</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvvh5PI5YQ2yWXlg_GBVOEf8x1kkETnYHtyvqtnGeN8xxIi4XNgdaUJm4kJEkCgY-m96KbUObeuOaDx7Mr17i3mP5DW7mwszw-18XQrC04dlDkYr_Z-79nP0B2msTyaSGJilEDj4HUN6G/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589552004825911122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvvh5PI5YQ2yWXlg_GBVOEf8x1kkETnYHtyvqtnGeN8xxIi4XNgdaUJm4kJEkCgY-m96KbUObeuOaDx7Mr17i3mP5DW7mwszw-18XQrC04dlDkYr_Z-79nP0B2msTyaSGJilEDj4HUN6G/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9h6hTQvX99h0H7TRJvutxJdmE0fryV-F62WqXFyZ2VpzwXP4YSGjv6dKXmRkGMirRBYicr_TOJkhwmBJ3wsZNh3FOEgU7t_8kSHEn4umQ6Sqehmgc4VJRo4R5KDW1ZkeWKRKnEDJ6WChH/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589551906219884002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9h6hTQvX99h0H7TRJvutxJdmE0fryV-F62WqXFyZ2VpzwXP4YSGjv6dKXmRkGMirRBYicr_TOJkhwmBJ3wsZNh3FOEgU7t_8kSHEn4umQ6Sqehmgc4VJRo4R5KDW1ZkeWKRKnEDJ6WChH/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yirWgcNjyKD9J5WbYZ-hthnhYHU2srvnhvfHZyKvirRdhZMSWoSotQXpiUg6M2K4QJ5Oi05aEHBPT6gCAladulwcvHk4c5QTr4i-X4PIs1BJo_F2cT2Gx4uwxT_omTSdN1rk9FVzs19R/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589551785770276482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yirWgcNjyKD9J5WbYZ-hthnhYHU2srvnhvfHZyKvirRdhZMSWoSotQXpiUg6M2K4QJ5Oi05aEHBPT6gCAladulwcvHk4c5QTr4i-X4PIs1BJo_F2cT2Gx4uwxT_omTSdN1rk9FVzs19R/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div>Gondola ride from our hotel to the village. </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuZ90O1G-S06GkYdyB8dw7VDXRT55ECG88qa88oTg0xSMXoExjKAMuZK5TQtFFQTtgpxIxSyrHdR1kxpZtHCKG_Ffhq4vG6vRrjme_YRJp7OYsqk1NnXGkR4Hq4j46-kVT07fkgiVbr4q/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589551666996435026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuZ90O1G-S06GkYdyB8dw7VDXRT55ECG88qa88oTg0xSMXoExjKAMuZK5TQtFFQTtgpxIxSyrHdR1kxpZtHCKG_Ffhq4vG6vRrjme_YRJp7OYsqk1NnXGkR4Hq4j46-kVT07fkgiVbr4q/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIKbbyntrkb26SdDuS9d3vXsJct30PH3Y0cD1PApeXCe6EiWjfAMRAYr7osRuhk2HUAgGt-jAsAzBD9k3UvUilbxYTZg2kDmpD21xoB9u7gcGL6RD1X2S0-ZH294trpzdoDrM__p2Ti1c/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589551552852583026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIIKbbyntrkb26SdDuS9d3vXsJct30PH3Y0cD1PApeXCe6EiWjfAMRAYr7osRuhk2HUAgGt-jAsAzBD9k3UvUilbxYTZg2kDmpD21xoB9u7gcGL6RD1X2S0-ZH294trpzdoDrM__p2Ti1c/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" /></a>Tunnel on Village Way </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERUMo2UCE2JIBwluUV5QJ497QUzkWH_FVGzR0R0aZtLDcNnnVIsdYrpV7xHIQPx9AyQtXcZET5nThJmpgvEzPW7NhM0pgDIvy-C1I-8ZSIdv5cPoz0-V4_VaUHL04iQEsUCwkCjjygO9X/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589551446126105314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERUMo2UCE2JIBwluUV5QJ497QUzkWH_FVGzR0R0aZtLDcNnnVIsdYrpV7xHIQPx9AyQtXcZET5nThJmpgvEzPW7NhM0pgDIvy-C1I-8ZSIdv5cPoz0-V4_VaUHL04iQEsUCwkCjjygO9X/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFpf3CQOEyGs8KWI0KP5Cxuk0n20-7xiFtibEwvh28jaPnkAOX7SK6n2an6dAX23gVofWX_w5Ur8_OtCNTvtLzKczre8hE7RCcai_w-vmU9xJHvC0W7BCyOZ2449ivkT-dgi5wmRRmlFq/s1600/IMG_0211.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589551323503068466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFpf3CQOEyGs8KWI0KP5Cxuk0n20-7xiFtibEwvh28jaPnkAOX7SK6n2an6dAX23gVofWX_w5Ur8_OtCNTvtLzKczre8hE7RCcai_w-vmU9xJHvC0W7BCyOZ2449ivkT-dgi5wmRRmlFq/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" /></a> What a great trip we had!! I can't wait to go skiing again - I forgot how much I enjoyed it!! <br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-22086248177371214852011-03-13T20:25:00.003-05:002011-03-13T20:49:02.605-05:00Our Adoption Journey<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgsW22n-C5jQTvLqj4n2tx02c3ONiDZlncn3RmxnrHH0p-qkXbszVf1NpeEQehUIbZBVgAsD2lcwBlgktwDEREfVhwlZx3WTT2mjV1MR2cCRzLirA28k3D5h0DsWym2SlnLk4RrE4FnfW/s1600/theCALL.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583741833628997218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgsW22n-C5jQTvLqj4n2tx02c3ONiDZlncn3RmxnrHH0p-qkXbszVf1NpeEQehUIbZBVgAsD2lcwBlgktwDEREfVhwlZx3WTT2mjV1MR2cCRzLirA28k3D5h0DsWym2SlnLk4RrE4FnfW/s320/theCALL.gif" /></a>Our adoption journey officially began on Monday, January 17th, and an informational meeting. It unofficially began much earlier than that. Mid-way through the meeting I looked at Scottie and said, "We are exactly where we are supposed to be." I just felt in my spirit that it was right. And I still feel that way.<br /><br />We have been praying for several years for God's direction for our family. After cancer, a miscarriage and not knowing if a successful pregnancy is even possible, we began seeking God's will believing He desired for us to have more children. In November, we sensed Him leading us to adoption. Shortly after, the C.A.L.L. started in our area. While we have considered foreign adoption, we feel there is such a huge local need and decided to work with DCFS through the C.A.L.L. We have completed our PRIDE training and have our paperwork nearly done. We have our home study scheduled for next Friday and will complete CPR training on April 9th. The only thing left after that is a final DCFS walk through and our home will be open.<br />When we began our journey we planned to go "adopt only." We have the option to foster, foster to adopt or adopt only. As we went through training, we began to reconsider foster to adopt. Our trainers said it is typically the fastest way to go, but as foster parents, the goal is reunification of the child with their birth parents. So that means we could have a child or children in our home and have to give them back. At first we worried about Henry getting too attached and not understanding having to return a child to their parents. We ultimately decided we should foster to adopt and have a real peace about that decision. We have talked to Henry and explained that we may not get to adopt the first child we have in our home. We may only have them to love for a little while and have to give them back. He seems ok with this. Scottie asked him today if he wants a brother or a sister. He replied, "I would like one of each!" We feel we could take one child or a sibling group of 2.<br /><br />So, the journey continues. Every day we are a little closer to the child God has for us. I pray every day for my <em>children</em>. For the family of the child. For God's direction. We have such a peace as we travel this road. We know there will be bumps ahead and this is not an easy journey, but are so excited to see what God has planned for our family.Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-37273198644591432202011-01-20T19:41:00.008-06:002011-01-20T19:53:29.726-06:00Snow Day!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhL1GDFuCq280zB-8HUf5IaswRZBcmbvW08v2p2MRUYw-gNt0nbrva1G_5WbUNQrRLNgxY5h15cLsIa16xkyF3ZOz9wF2hQkFlcAEyRlaone2WGkHdy84056rw-m355qeZAgkWQ42Md_U/s1600/IMG_0521.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564449153024004066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhL1GDFuCq280zB-8HUf5IaswRZBcmbvW08v2p2MRUYw-gNt0nbrva1G_5WbUNQrRLNgxY5h15cLsIa16xkyF3ZOz9wF2hQkFlcAEyRlaone2WGkHdy84056rw-m355qeZAgkWQ42Md_U/s320/IMG_0521.JPG" /></a> We had a great day together as a family staying home!! It was my second snow day, but Henry's first. He was very excited! There was cheese dip, video games, TV and pj's all day!! Henry declared it pajama day at lunchtime. Except for a brief period where we had to get dressed to get out, we were all in our pj's all day!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfaGQrsHGsr-zCs-4fCIyV8QmCU2ihFpOGl-QHBp1aEiywugi_QNQikaW4Bs3F60KKhpuUSF-_drZpgqzh9C_ikmBeO_1QjZYKtuQQTLkZIvmQn767y3WTNcD8g-_fQ25zOjP03ccyvfH/s1600/IMG_0518.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564448964572860210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbfaGQrsHGsr-zCs-4fCIyV8QmCU2ihFpOGl-QHBp1aEiywugi_QNQikaW4Bs3F60KKhpuUSF-_drZpgqzh9C_ikmBeO_1QjZYKtuQQTLkZIvmQn767y3WTNcD8g-_fQ25zOjP03ccyvfH/s320/IMG_0518.JPG" /></a> Having fun with Daddy and Maggie outside in the cold!</div><div><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564449082053459170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpbhdBKFBzbS1_syEQazG7-16aJIN9W8WTgjYC1yVPKGS9m5znOJPIRnEw1om0OucXvHaEwqyKMMOjwyoct6yFon0hgaDPn-mqZOCMvIeWxQqRrS2kVHoXXkqAI1B3orHWbndC4PZPuMHP/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" /></div><div>Daddy' wrestling with Maggie in the snow! Yes, that's our dog under there!</div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJHTvync0XxpSifdFuaBw04qgTiY1bPAtFNF3ddxtABi34_ve1hTLFcBJi5txtCmDkczqvseS6CR76o5IBO0Ofu0tp2HWjCYkv-Koc_h5E9DsRzjiuWM0LqITowG3OM4JYRFtYe5OC7cO/s1600/IMG_0517.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564448872721236722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJHTvync0XxpSifdFuaBw04qgTiY1bPAtFNF3ddxtABi34_ve1hTLFcBJi5txtCmDkczqvseS6CR76o5IBO0Ofu0tp2HWjCYkv-Koc_h5E9DsRzjiuWM0LqITowG3OM4JYRFtYe5OC7cO/s320/IMG_0517.JPG" /></a>Maggie is jumping to eat the snow. She loves it!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrXr5TzmOm8uoJKoL56ma6dp25G7-dfIzPedqKW3y7Zl-qcnY4bvjo3cnHF47J3cIQa1Ns4GjRgytz7sbsHN7HKQt2aAVdfJ0Q1vDXFaY3S2KcKafCpVJD2mPfttU4TzMq0nTRN0bQDM2/s1600/IMG_0516.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564448764698960690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrXr5TzmOm8uoJKoL56ma6dp25G7-dfIzPedqKW3y7Zl-qcnY4bvjo3cnHF47J3cIQa1Ns4GjRgytz7sbsHN7HKQt2aAVdfJ0Q1vDXFaY3S2KcKafCpVJD2mPfttU4TzMq0nTRN0bQDM2/s320/IMG_0516.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkz3vaD5Bou1o1dyp8AkqLMIL0tqqGEJ8D0bn-ChXAmGkP-AmGtAq2-jJ29QzC50JDkXbgT_Wr1RiqZod1hNd8zy2kwpQYeysuGPg9W8V72Mz_BZg8inTB6zOdiTPPil8lZQ3lwsCaq8r/s1600/IMG_0520.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564448676448877618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkz3vaD5Bou1o1dyp8AkqLMIL0tqqGEJ8D0bn-ChXAmGkP-AmGtAq2-jJ29QzC50JDkXbgT_Wr1RiqZod1hNd8zy2kwpQYeysuGPg9W8V72Mz_BZg8inTB6zOdiTPPil8lZQ3lwsCaq8r/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" /></a> Soon they started throwing their snowballs at me! Time for me to go inside! Quick!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCbJQhdKyvGEi_X4ZFRjmY0YaFTJOEFuonckrzi7PokRTIz4V1cO9v6JXoBxsa7Ina-iHy6UmRKlugwMzDYewul4eoH_2JEH1L6429W-MoCYUcXyRb-Xp9nYOzTGYhIdKuFYjCQU5tKBm/s1600/IMG_0515.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564448579891494402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhCbJQhdKyvGEi_X4ZFRjmY0YaFTJOEFuonckrzi7PokRTIz4V1cO9v6JXoBxsa7Ina-iHy6UmRKlugwMzDYewul4eoH_2JEH1L6429W-MoCYUcXyRb-Xp9nYOzTGYhIdKuFYjCQU5tKBm/s320/IMG_0515.JPG" /></a> My boys (big and little) and Maggie Mae had a wonderful time!! With another snow day tomorrow, there is more fun around the corner!!<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-77464736216163882612011-01-10T19:49:00.009-06:002011-01-10T20:37:18.305-06:00Ramblings On Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7p2FVFCmHie_TfNAPRMFdp9gPUnaMIvkCa4GZuC3s9mW3MO1zVJWNMrOlbHNE8SBJgtVpKX0RqR-FPnTq-NnjaaP4WGICeEX5F7gEXTJGXB1SWH7NyKby8BsRq-kUSYP30fVpe-zM8AV/s1600/3dclocks.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560739635952607922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7p2FVFCmHie_TfNAPRMFdp9gPUnaMIvkCa4GZuC3s9mW3MO1zVJWNMrOlbHNE8SBJgtVpKX0RqR-FPnTq-NnjaaP4WGICeEX5F7gEXTJGXB1SWH7NyKby8BsRq-kUSYP30fVpe-zM8AV/s320/3dclocks.jpg" /></a> Lately I've been thinking a lot about time.<br />It's such a funny thing.<br />Sometimes it seems to go fast and sometimes it seems to creep along.<br />Does time really fly when you're having fun?<br />I have come to understand that I don't understand this thing called...time.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560746448138976770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxERT2MDAV5rP0rMx-BKneHgxxuJ6cD_yiHs7JvVRAq3YDMDoMQ8vkvGg56G3_hNyBUM3pv2L107cLcLzxTFfgIvG9I2lTn-Nh0IMErmbZujqpEJyrPE2GHTeZ8unSLa7m8Wa_f0qwKxK5/s320/time1.jpg" />There are days when I wish I could go back to when H was a baby and hold him again.<br />But there are other days that I can't wait for him to be a grown up.<br />It seems I am often caught in the middle of...time.<br />Almost like I watching time go on all around me, but I'm at a stand-still.<br />Then I look in the mirror. And I see the effects of time on my face and my body.<br />I feel the effects of time as I get older.<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560749317179250370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw3Z9pI9GVeQZ9wNVoObIxW7t9AvEvAqHp-_srrQtml3931bv1faaxhY-SEPMofIow6JdysCB2L164M2tQkXLrPYjXptTWbapVLpp0y6AjHTQ09N_2Z0vtWQQlgYg7Ry6asQNrbqn2spQT/s320/time.jpg" />I love this picture because it's exactly how I'm feeling.<br />I'm in such a period of waiting and watching and listening.</p><p>And it's hard. </p><p>It's scary because I don't know what's ahead.<br />But it's so good to trust in God and wait and watch for His hand. </p><p>He is in control and I rest in that. </p><p>There is such peace in that. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560744597013278130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6Cl-M_rOrd6NyMA9cZANnrKUAomBcdrWAjmvcFBuLJ7LZkFzlJqafOYo45pi8nSQ3ZXYhMdS-L8els6Ttde7cOZLiwNXg_tXI9AnEVQKOYCP74RpgIFYGu0kSWPPO1oQd2lqVKRp8eRA/s320/unix_time_format%255B1%255D_html_3116a0f8.png" /><br />It's not that I don't trust God.<br />I do, with all my heart.<br />But I also want to know what He's up to.<br />I say, "I trust You, God. But tell me where we are going. Tell me what's going to happen."<br />It's almost as if I can hear him chuckle when I do that.<br />He shakes His head and says, "Oh, you of little faith. Just trust me."<br />And that's where I am.<br />Just trusting.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560740830025808546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlHycxUM9AC6hej-AlXzLhSLkdDReZmQxeSjfOG-bb77n6a66awyWonn7j2pgbuEenio0PlA1EdKcGEsKfs-PpvUsVoCHZHwYvXIhDPvvEQEg2ozSDQqoX0Ya8IpchnhUhD049hsVgZGt/s320/its_about_time.jpg" /><br />I know that time is that it is short.<br />I want to make the most of every moment, be the best I can be because I know that life is short.<br />I don't want to regret moments in time that I didn't take or missed.<br />I don't want to hold on to bitterness and resentment.<br />I want to forgive and show grace.<br /><br /><br />Think about time.<br />And do your very best to make the most of your time.Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-27026933485467755252010-11-17T18:34:00.013-06:002010-11-17T19:14:07.718-06:00My Family<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-Cey9eJNuBFvm9G-2mAG7ekZpL0fPMsrb1UUKBKiogOFHFytl2Z5iqVXozVKRTK9aKPTTvIJXBqLH5jIZnQdEHtPyxAB4YWD_hzYBlyjoM5SuUpKgIn7sofeO4rydWH8WjBUj2J2YOGk/s1600/IMG_2781.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540683088620738946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje-Cey9eJNuBFvm9G-2mAG7ekZpL0fPMsrb1UUKBKiogOFHFytl2Z5iqVXozVKRTK9aKPTTvIJXBqLH5jIZnQdEHtPyxAB4YWD_hzYBlyjoM5SuUpKgIn7sofeO4rydWH8WjBUj2J2YOGk/s320/IMG_2781.jpg" /></a> As Thanksgiving approaches, I realize how truly thankful I am for my family. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I also realize that family can mean many different things.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540689818807033170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiX217DsZYweHp3a2J-F2-lRYevCE7WaNCGf2THChRKFDDiWSVDtiSl3_OzT0mk8X3POqnAemHqIE8cAlB-fTGT6vovGi0AGC7RMh5WXfam0UyO76HkIWUIUTNW6lFqS2jh5zRXpxdT5bP/s320/IMG_2815.jpg" /> <p align="center">I have one brother. Always wanted a sister.</p><div align="center">God blessed me with 4 sisters when I married Scottie.<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540689425598952770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL2K58VQHCPZ-Sr8oTCaqdvD5yFfJh-TarpJQ3zXYFBBKIC0ybDzojFnVhSmPuNdhF9X0Qd0Rc2VndpHDM73ZNMVzzKEozUXcjBKMib2ysUKmSlQXzt0D4fEL_JQ_PSyImdqJMLzMZ-6Hr/s320/IMG_2792.jpg" /></div><div align="center">I have an amazing church family who loves me and has blessed me richly over the last 7+ years. </div><br /><div align="center">I have friends who I consider to be family.<br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540682135784302290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCQ_cPGcnFEdn4KI1UHGO6wiYuQosPV1Go3QWTJAhid6tg0cHrkYthmr0as2PBwxuphIwxQ5pZo094jznNf5RDiU9LobPKiLysqogF9a1peQChyoS5jTIThKmPNGltU1dOoY6Vu43nUhPU/s320/IMG_2784_1.jpg" /> <p align="center">I live with the most amazing boys in the world.</p><p align="center">I am outnumbered, but wouldn't trade these two for anything. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540688827049008226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixF9-buwN4y_Z9D6NiEwDjVNBgrtPX3HKQJ5ntALEjKb0YxB8kf4ycisFXEPQ9xZpswpSnJMlP6jG59YR-An6E4udGQCInr-d-WsnebFPAJWeyCJikp7Mz-lo33tgCyEXCFPFvhPzJdYLM/s320/IMG_2947.jpg" /> <p align="center">My parents still love each other.</p><p align="center"><br />(And they treat their only granchild like royalty!)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540683378617731762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn4rjNlNOn-0JGs3ksu6X10mUoJE-QqsTEoel7w-KfwqCKPBIlkzJAFLLmgRDDmX3lsHNOLPa7MfeKY_JTNXIGab6ZSB86x9xxyxZT8AXFA5kl-V0U17KQVwOhIs7DazEOgNo_wSHV81pk/s320/IMG_2992.jpg" /></p><p align="center">Our family.<br /></p><p align="center">I know these people love me for me and would do anything for me.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540684095325729042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgId0nNiVCXx0GdT3k2z_I78IQHg_dBoKMOt66joUjsbDxGQ2kNVLMRwuQnYMSgRxSalgmGXv0lV2wx-w69_crZ1nNynD5XbzQJ37U6jrktpm92uOK58r3nssh-dW9N-BwzS4KM81UuONyo/s320/IMG_3056.jpg" /></p><p align="center">My dad's side of the family.</p><p align="center">I have some wonderful memories with these folks.<br /></p><p align="center">God is changing my view of my family.<br /><br />And teaching me how to trust.<br /></p><p align="center">Our family will be expanding.....</p><br /><p align="center">We will be adopting a child through <a href="http://www.thecallinarkansas.org/">The C.A.L.L.</a></p><br /><p align="center">We are super excited!! </p><p align="center">We cannot wait to see what God has planned for our changing...</p><p align="center">...family.<br /></p>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-14225735443112889972010-10-12T18:07:00.017-05:002010-10-12T19:09:21.415-05:00Henry Turns 8<div><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday, Henry!!</span><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527303572145031666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZUAkp6C18I-AAHGO8oMJyQv-bYMjNSj5_jq3SrLy1t2rtwQIMn-4NERUchyphenhyphenWo0mdvif11e6Mq739vJp9Tc2OY3beAJ59NrSAhWPUxz5nlieulOlEJlJDyZLqRre_qUHD8gQKrcfQC1UM/s320/IMG_0432.JPG" /></div><div>Henry turned 8 years old on Saturday, October 2nd. It was such a fun day and I'm so glad we all got to be together on his special day!<br /><br /></div><div>He started off the morning "cooking" with me in the kitchen. In this picture he is talking on his banana phone.</div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527303849430839250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8UBh14aLwsE16No3WeE1lVGNYNKvYhuk-3gwLCogQrfomO1-pUBzgaS31eFDUkFwW4x-dJFad48BpRY85rZA8CsRHq5FsyntuhIH67I7dJzl00MeY0Fh19hk96ZxPePKhzEQWL8cdSWp/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" /> We had his party at the Jump Zone. It was so perfect!! What an amazing place!! <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527303936113016146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcoz_f4I4AHnKzK29wOERfDCRh87v1f70BAlDOKUSj4zeRvGuyxlpnUCPj3BaIoAA7cz0YAK-lKt4a59vLQ00gaKf_vx-CHm_dpwVw7qOVcyOUJgNfyYAyYiwATDKvLmBV_XwiFDsNCDmb/s320/IMG_0433.JPG" />Mr. Jerry is explaining the rules! The party was in the Razorback Room. Soooo cute!<br /><div></div></div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527304967966736530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj97PqUzO-srLknR0z2EEjIPilbzMcAndOZqv73ONgZUeU2uzSE98lF6uI7VwndW836nJK9bNgp1cdasrZIpmvbH4iSKLEtd3l8aP0bHVaVb_M1IkER0wUs4JZ16WTNNWBli6HH57EgDevw/s320/IMG_0459.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527309867876673090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3-2DVDAWmRJZjwcnglkf8gOxkq5l8M9ErQE6Nj8pWj7MW1kC831b42aDBPdW0jm3Hnxx_ejz0mo90t23QjinEwugCvK7BpchHGN6y7LNowYo6RoROhs8M4W4PazZEbNfq6ZeCLsRfQZs/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527305123592869362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTj4heXdYsNIjothFaANq_OWClF9FZUPI6LEKHK5_0PJo0NlvTAXJ9VwYGe5Y7uYFi6h7qq641fTWk6EX2cQdK6ReP2e1Yjlh-_l_xTo_Q5Uv4RXtyCZE-rv6352UtORe1h_YG27d5Tpl-/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" /><br /><div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVfJNo_35M8ad6Ry5R58ZhMw9gdgmm1ZN4dIzo8SkLMR7O7WWeY0NOE5_F6-3CdiYqZWzBhkdwn35auCTuvP-uW2ZHS4ffR9CzPlFSDtCRpetXy9eMamWtev_XU8vU2PYSz8Hk99P3UN2/s1600/IMG_0434.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527304623590103730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVfJNo_35M8ad6Ry5R58ZhMw9gdgmm1ZN4dIzo8SkLMR7O7WWeY0NOE5_F6-3CdiYqZWzBhkdwn35auCTuvP-uW2ZHS4ffR9CzPlFSDtCRpetXy9eMamWtev_XU8vU2PYSz8Hk99P3UN2/s320/IMG_0434.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527311613380666802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbx3vvUZZAs_-44oqd7ZETzAc7-h98P4fJC3cBkz3_zlpTP1jwGLC3RPrqxzQ-MWd-S-OIztpV_s8Q0rzU39TkvZML8xbaS7LcWcm0Z3iTCKm-DdnlxvDQYpn5cZMk2PhFvtIndqMvcRSu/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" /> </div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527309027800711074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhiCWc0MwvJBk8g_FkJyF3wzHDx386tKr25KmaZfcnJ1q0dutTjTOx6FDZpV3qQRIgXeUgOAUB_0rPc410Afat-pYnCYbfaA5YplTgbL6MEHmbJDmVLW5G1Xqw13_xRkFqlyaMmeYkPVaA/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" /> </div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527304060526505570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPO4X5yyCk1A5y4VVKQDXSs6Zd6ky89Qrbd96ifSg42MQNrbJqBLOMTClwRdzPBgYRW3_ZKJEFJlzUryVSwBduk-mTwPJaPIoV2Gp1AEwwdnX_bb60x5bsrfimMrrWKWIu8C15KgmdLP2/s320/IMG_0456.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527310140023990386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwobrOeCMgRbyVGdOqjv8T4LgKo9OLbHTfMPbdzPfsRk_-wZxhTLPLENXMmVetAxJjXBBvW2viOip53egJJc7TLBKjUc-aLxyGle3TwHFxSGJ4QBnZZJsPR3mRBmQRYCRgBd3w84LObyFC/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527312422889714322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV78XestPY_fLFIdX7Fkmmy0DR30BXqX3-z6qNa20CrDi97IAPx0w8YP3DDHK1Rv8bUdkhIGz_0Tz2DIqFPW9IR8XZLsKYOGvP7Y8O1w_W2VjS5YjQzPhz0kI1dtihCRD2lnMFZmTPgizg/s320/IMG_0470.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527311142914352274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiZsfw-uHwZ3AIiI7zIYboWqqlKhOawa88CWMF0J-Ey1uK08eSmDpf2U8tOi77sgR7JHtr8jvaMmbZInJm4YjB3x0DQcQTYjRbU0WDTk92KR1twEP9YYKlVfAYJUTdSoAtfPXjXRkTW6k/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527310661947328402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Z3AZRmmquvBHfOjYkhX4xDg2kFr1_K0pOqeuwb2eZwn5yK1kUyQMwz5TgSHuwDi-bFxyKNPvvztYO4zor5CCV3IDwAohT91dBdxNX8FvK8J3tGuQoLGj-xR3v-tzCywyhcr4IjO8-52J/s320/IMG_0472.JPG" /></div><div>Henry got some wonderful gifts. Lots of Legos, money and a kickball and bases from his Grama and Papa!</div><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527312925197816738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0uV7FTiASPCgUaZfc91kEv1l8nh3D5T92x__l-es6mHd-Qv3EGVG9607L89Dg_ULIoc7GWQrabpqJOlmrnSllio2jb1jr3DyQh4otSPFBkJO58LqhWpqPEXaLsXx7o8RuRB7xm5Pd45Zb/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" />It was such a fun day!!!<br /><br /> <br /><br /><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">At 8 years old, Henry:</span></div><div align="center">You are in the 2nd grade and love school.</div><div align="center">You enjoy Math, but tell me your favorite subject is recess. :-)</div><div align="center">You love to play with Legos and like to build "scenes" with your Star Wars sets.</div><div align="center">You are very creative and have a wonderful imagination.</div><div align="center">Your favorite TV shows are Spongebob and The Suite Life With Zack and Cody.</div><div align="center">Your favorite snack is Goldfish Crackers.</div><div align="center">Your favorite food is pizza.</div><div align="center">You like to go to the mall and Target with me (and I'm REALLY thankful).</div><div align="center">You have a sweet spirit and hate to be in trouble.</div><div align="center">You like to go to church with mom and dad.</div><div align="center">You are a helper and a leader.</div><div align="center">Your best friend is Taylor.</div><div align="center">You killed your first deer last year at the age of 7.</div><div align="center">You are such a blessing to your dad and I. </div><div align="center">We thank God every day for you.</div><div align="center">We are so proud of you!</div><div align="center">We love watching you grow up and can't wait to see what God has in store for your life!!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-16160403883360376132010-09-30T18:04:00.007-05:002010-09-30T18:08:56.322-05:00Tinker Toys<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDj4keWx4JQF6sGVK02v9TVgHFgRzRrMnMdWZ0b8ieeduQ6CuxH2EwJvEckEZDkzmQ3b2KkQv3Odt91dtDbOgOp4s3Mk_DQuG0jvMKyxav4m3lfHhk3THxZeL27ICNkZgERmV2tdcv3w0/s1600/IMG_0422.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522847075926338706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYDj4keWx4JQF6sGVK02v9TVgHFgRzRrMnMdWZ0b8ieeduQ6CuxH2EwJvEckEZDkzmQ3b2KkQv3Odt91dtDbOgOp4s3Mk_DQuG0jvMKyxav4m3lfHhk3THxZeL27ICNkZgERmV2tdcv3w0/s320/IMG_0422.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAzaXIajLpgwX3Uz8RehVMjoNUUW-U-fOLNQ4bfsLMWadNHKIBGIobLgCCNjczoGsvUZrlhDXiJJ8iVdrXgf6kOk5tAWpFeoheEFsDeWzTSCOEp-YXWCUJyTHWxmVC1o41R6Md2DnJELg/s1600/IMG_0421.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522846896955939986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAzaXIajLpgwX3Uz8RehVMjoNUUW-U-fOLNQ4bfsLMWadNHKIBGIobLgCCNjczoGsvUZrlhDXiJJ8iVdrXgf6kOk5tAWpFeoheEFsDeWzTSCOEp-YXWCUJyTHWxmVC1o41R6Md2DnJELg/s320/IMG_0421.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzIxlnM4s7uYOw1XlJQlrsqi6rOI6Vhhf8aA8emG3Sg_kmywHoeK9nTYQDkqW3NN-08t0w-6_f0WPYxxIH71tJYRdCIC9vBjktNUSKsjxyM_zeIasZMLtON_teN8-bkyB5t7aYtAEWoMu/s1600/IMG_0414.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522846807001086722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGzIxlnM4s7uYOw1XlJQlrsqi6rOI6Vhhf8aA8emG3Sg_kmywHoeK9nTYQDkqW3NN-08t0w-6_f0WPYxxIH71tJYRdCIC9vBjktNUSKsjxyM_zeIasZMLtON_teN8-bkyB5t7aYtAEWoMu/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" /></a>Henry was playing with his Tinker Toys the other day and made "laser beams" across his door frame. He told me he would have to "scan my eye" to make sure I was a good guy before I entered. I love that even though he has a wii and a DS, some days he just wants to play with his Tinker Toys. Even if it is to build death beams and eye scanners.<br /><br /><div>The little turkey turns 8 in 2 days and is so excited. Birthday pics and fun stories to come.</div></div></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3962344623775786587.post-81548050420985777822010-09-13T18:01:00.011-05:002010-09-13T18:23:15.638-05:00Big Boys and Their Toys<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last week my parents came down to go to the Clothesline Fair in Prairie Grove. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Henry and my dad LOVED the old tractors. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They even got to drive them!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8LjeG7BiJn-WStKtRd0q10YPzs34oMG4178ZJGq9t52ztbun5OF2Kn1ryaOaEp5NtIaJ72PYXKiS81aAptkLHWjCimYLTrct_7Wk5zCzGZjGQy3RV_B9ddWUSERFo5y_Fuxlyrp8dOsR/s1600/Photo_090610_003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508764644570196642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-CeLkpI3ivy_0i9biWGI65Ldy2NJsthlxT2cvr3veIJ0-hzaX3mUHNYIexhN7uJUkzNIT0A-ZJBb86XJeiZCVIqZ05dM35luTIvXEf0qZ79ilFNtzuC8TD6agmBVGCu8Q4pMFDNMtlE__/s320/August+2008+001.JPG" />Kindergarten, 2008<br /><div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vvPwNJq4yTkvUasBWbK25vC2QmJdMVdyP1UUQMe_I-QfWa6TY3hpYyjMyx7jCNp3qO5aPWL6ue2GcIj5209j7FE18szwFDIuwIWlPOkX7J_UNdUrmLJASNKu1RahlndTauW3uuBqRO1P/s1600/DSC02139.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508764221671010546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vvPwNJq4yTkvUasBWbK25vC2QmJdMVdyP1UUQMe_I-QfWa6TY3hpYyjMyx7jCNp3qO5aPWL6ue2GcIj5209j7FE18szwFDIuwIWlPOkX7J_UNdUrmLJASNKu1RahlndTauW3uuBqRO1P/s320/DSC02139.JPG" /></a> 1st Grade, 2009<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508764863959556386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGSxlkj0oE-TyrWg2uOgItlP-UJooy4qgqngTOo45KNlKCRCg57iXthJaujww3peAScZIxiawOefD1ErHSfNzQhE56sPtIzchVpu6WvTrEzPkDxsA8UMyk2CnjjxTwx8lzEEPxKUyTqnq/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" />2nd Grade, 2010</div><div><br /><br /></div></div></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508765293253267346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmUqSY-ydCSPD9P6w_91n_R90nciic2QeMZ7Y6nm2Qu_iREDPlIqu0Myizi8Q3aOY-cBQ6QHvnFHc7FqwnQSkZGZz-GZA990vM-bNZPERqsVOLuLIHgZP7gTGfFSqpzUSUllmojZeOnDv/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" /></p><br /><br /><p></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508766714401173730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8RPdDK0ojnOWft8MdsZ_zL22viL6evdpZ84XPYhWVjGohmDupMJkbPuL6KISBGmyZ7c7YGv3NKW9GvtS3SLtDLylkYvoHp31WyPrNtjsV2he85N7_OMXDMemiT78uqrupL9N7PYxLc0Js/s320/IMG_0747.jpg" /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508765685447803634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj24JBkxxBI6wPKCzu4JEmfw6xrJ7n_RdPb9iCpn9P4B0xfIRgbrPOFe6A0EJNtpmiGl5llfSFPeP73dwYDjTHpyc-VDp3AOgTMjZ9tqNsoWfLYq-A770FidY24teC4RDf8vVcaveCEB4Bq/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" />His teacher has a "dog" theme in her classroom that this one was in the hall display. Perfect representation of Henry. He has already had homework and is already loving this year!<br /></p></div>Allyce Ann Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05452616945692217233noreply@blogger.com1