Goodbye Charlie

Terry did the most painful part and spared me that -- I washed up your dog bowl -- put away your dog bed and am going to hide your toy for awhile.  All reminders of the ways you enjoyed life.

I have to admit that your loss, little guy has hit me harder than any other pet we've had. . . . 'could be that is true because you favored me more than Terry most times (He's is the dog whisperer deluxe and other dogs pretty much ignore me)

We reminded each other of dogs who've gone before you -- The infamous Cisco who was brother to our foster daughter Sharon for 19 months -- the Church dog - who interupted many a softball or frisbee game on the church premises where we lived by getting it and running off.  Pooh - our first dog -- Buttercup, of course Maggie, Macey  & Durvey.    BUT YOU -- 

. . . you had so many little unique traits about you.

. . . someone must have fed you ice cream, because whenever we ate it you would go nuts for some.

. . . you coughed and hacked to communicate what you wanted.

. . . you knew exactly when it was snack time at 9:00 before bed -- 

. . . with your deafness you watched Hyder for cues. Hyder looked out for you and made sure you got where you needed to be.

. . . you LOVE the 3 Goodletts and during their sleepovers you would cough and sputter all night until you could get into their room to sleep -- wherever they were, you had to be there. . . . hanging out under the table - hoping to catch their table scraps.

As you got worse, you would bounce back after a rough night.  You seemed like the Eveready Bunny!
If the kids happened to be over you were so ready to play -- jumping up on the couch to watch them in the playroom.

You took the growing cyst in your leg in stride,  but the last 10 days Terry couldn't relieve your suffering.  

You were 16 that makes 112 in dog years -- your time had come -- we just weren't ready for it!

Psalm 36:6 You, Lord, preserve people and animals -- never read that before --  Pope Francis 
feels that dogs will be in the Kingdom of Christ

My Summer Fav's

These are too good to pass up!!!  I had a hard time picking my summer favs

Clara conquers the stairs

She did it!!!  We gave her carrot bubbles for Easter and that is her big enticer! Can't believe they still have it!

11 months old and getting to see her daddy after about 3 days!!

Too cute and too cool

Can't wait to see this sweetie on her birthday in a couple of weeks!

Marshall makes the milk carton when his mentor can't find him after texting 6 times in 5 minutes and sends out this on an e-mail.

This blog has lots about Sydney -- but she's growing so quickly in her ideas -- these are things I want to remember.  It's fun to watch Sydney's reasoning develop. If she doesn't know the answer to what you are asking -- she comes up with the funniest responses.  

The other day Syd found out there was a swimming pool in our neighborhood and proceeded to tell her mother about it, telling her that Papa and I swim there without our clothes.

Baby Rosie goes everywhere!  When Syd is sad, upset or sleepy -- she looks for Baby Rosie. We have running conversations about her all the time. --
Me:  When is Baby's birthday (her name before she added the Rosie)?
S: July 4
Me:  How old will she be?
S: 5
Me:  So she's older than you?
Sydney was a bit puzzled -- not being up on number sequencing.

Baby Rosie -- sleeps with her "momma" and is talked to continuously all day.  Syd has a whole make believe world that she shares with Bethany.
When Campbell is challenging momma and about to have a melt-down Sydney becomes the perfect polite child -- exactly opposite her sister's drama.  (she has done this since she was about a year old)

The other day I found Sydney sitting on the counter in the bathroom  having an animated conversation with somebody.  I asked her what she was doing and she explained she was teaching her girls how to brush their teeth.  These imaginary friends have different names depending on the day.

For a short week Rosie was named Rosie Matthew Good.  .  . but now she is just Baby Rosie again.

Around here we take Rosie pretty seriously and make sure she's in the car when we head out anywhere. . . it just sweetens the journey. LOL

Helping me at school

Waiting on us at Best Buy

When Sydney was sleeping over the other night -- all by herself -- it seemed as if she was missing her big sis and little brother.
S: Why you don't got any kids?
Me: Your momma and Uncle Marshall are our kids.
and I offered to show her the album of her momma's first year.  Thumbing through the pages she was trying to put it all together.
S:  Who was taking care of me when you were taking care of Momma?

She kept asking when we would be at the end of the book. My guess is -- she wanted her momma to grow up to the mommy she is today.

C won the $13  quadruple dog dare  to taste the jabanero salsa from Uncle Marshall.  
Anyone who talks about building something Campbell immediately gets paper and starts drawing out the plans.

Campbell has entered the world of BIG SCHOOL and has been busy this sumer with camps and pre-K readiness activities.  She is so READY and we are eager to watch her success.

Jack continues to be our EXPLORER --

We had a hard time getting Jack to keep his explorer hard hat on for his birthday -- but his big sis's were only too happy to model it.

We have loved having the girls at KU this summer -- Sydney's first night she worked hard be a big kid just like the others.
Campbell easily connects with all the students who come and is our biggest fan of Kids University.

This is my fav or our four together:

Happy Birthday, Jack

Oh, sweet boy -- how my heart melts when I look at those big blue eyes and precious grin.  Your glasses make you even more adorable.  I was holding you the other night and it took my heart how very handsome you are. Your giggle brings such joy!

You keep us on the move whenever you are here -- even when you are supposed to be sleeping.  You climb to whatever you want.

We heard you in the cabinet next to your pack 'n play finding things -- like the permanent marker you marked yourself up with while we were sound asleep -- once when I checked on you, you had the packing tape dispenser lying beside you in your crib.  Sometimes you wake up singing and talking in the middle of the night -- and our hearts pause to that beautiful melody.

You are the one that wants the cap put back on every tube -- every door shut or things to be set straight.

You want to see how every thing that moves or makes a sound works

You love brushing your teeth and flushing.  

(letting you brush your teeth several times a day was the only way mom could keep your glasses on you.)

Your giggle is infectious and your daddy is your best buddy

You walk in a room and size it up - then push a chair to what you think you need

You and Papa are all about the rough and tumble

You DON'T walk -- you RUN.































It seems you grew so quickly, wanting to keep up with your sisters.  By 18 months you would "whaaa" letting us know that YOU SAW what Campbell and Sydney just got and you wanted one too.

Jack Tucker Good - you want to sit between Papa and I during dinner and then quickly get on someone's lap so you can eat off their plate.

You weren't quite sure what to do with water balloons -- but quickly learned

I loved it during our sleepover last Friday when it was thundering that you came running,  looking for me -- to sit in MY LAP -- no one else would do!

Yes, little buddy, our prayers for you are that God will use you mightily!

Prodigal

I read a book years ago titled, "The Autobiography of God" by Lloyd John Ogilvie (former chaplain of the Senate.)  He said if you want to know who God IS -- read the parables.
Ogilvie explained that this one in Luke 15 is about who God is -- that the story really is about THE FATHER -- not the two boys. . . one full of independence -- one full of self-importance.

Over the years I've come to see so much about our Father in this parable:
      > He didn't go looking for His boy and drag him home
      > Undoubtedly, He'd heard the stories -- He knew what his youngest was up to. (Today, his pictures would have been all over Facebook)
      > He merely was home waiting.
The Bible says, HE saw him off in the distance --meaning, He was not only waiting -- but watching.
The verse says HE RAN -- in those days -- Jewish men didn't run. 

I can just imagine that son -- when he got to the end of himself -- and was down on his luck -- with a gnawing in his gut -- he REMEMBERED how good he had it at home.  He probably rehearsed the words over and over that he was going to say to his Dad.

Terry taught me the other night that this was a well-known Jewish parable and to the Jews the hero in the story is the oldest son.  .  . but Jesus gave it a new twist --

He came to show us the Father and in that story he teaches the greatest lesson of redemption and a fresh start.  No sooner had the words of "just let me be one of your hired hands" gets out of this son's mouth than his Dad is throwing a huge celebration.

I love this about God that HE allows us to choose and gives us freedom-- but is always standing ready to welcome us Home when we are at the end of ourselves.  GOD RUNS!!!

What if the older brother, (who by this time had a big case of "what about me?" gnawing in his heart)-- what if he'd been the one to see the older brother first -- would the younger have made it back to Dad???

I know it's a PARABLE and I don't want to beat it to a pulp -- but I see so much in this story --  this happens in our lives over and over. Sometimes we're the older brother -- sometimes the prodigal.  We might stay away from God far too long, thinking there's no way HE'd ever take us back -- We let our spirits become dry by the spaces we put in our together times with HIM.  Or maybe we have a case of "what about me?" when it seems like God's blessings and favor have all but dried up.

Either way . . . . HE's waiting 

Happy Birthday Katie!

A little over 3 years ago you became our daughter -in-love and that day our family grew by one beautiful woman!  

You and Marshall are a team and as his momma, I appreciate the support and understanding you lend to his hectic schedule and busy life.  Terry and I love watching you two as you do this parenting thing together.

Your schedule is maxxed as you care for Clara, are Marshall's wife,  take care of your extended family and work a busy week as an RN.   

You're strong and gifted in so many ways.   You spoil Terry and me with your lavish TLC, making our visits relaxing and restful.

I so enjoy the time I get to spend with you!  I am proud to claim you as one of my own!

Love ya so,
Jan

Kids University

Kids University has been a special mission of our entire family for five years.   The past 18 months of health issues caused us to downsize in late 2015 - early 2016,  Our efforts focused on the children of the mothers who attend the class led by one of the KU moms.  We serviced 8-10 instead of our usual 20-40 children.  As summer arrived the kids in our neighborhood began to come  in larger numbers.  It was terrific to see kids from previous years. . . it was clearly more than Terry and I could manage on our own,  Lora Obert-Thorn and her husband Keith stepped up to help.

Both our kids and their spouses have supported this effort from the first day.  This summer Bethany and Campbell have joined us to help with our increasing group of students and Mat and Sydney plan to come help this week.  Answered prayer:  we have been blessed with many needed workers and moms of Bethany's friends are joining us to have a fantastic July.  Another project - Mustard Seed led by Cori Lyon is helping the children of our attending moms have the necessary school uniforms and supplies they are needing.

Jesus and Art with Ms. Robin

What foundations are you standing on?  Our 4 core values are: Trustworthiness, Service, Hard Work and Respect

Serving Others: Sewing for the Homeless

These are just a few pictures of our Wednesday night activities.  Please click the link below to get a history of these special kids.  You may want to check out previous years when our community garden was in full swing.

Mfitkidsuniv.blogspot.com

Waiting . . .

Bible class last week  was a strong dose of WAITING from John 11 – where Mary and Martha had to wait two days on Jesus to come heal their brother who in the meantime died.  No where does it say they came to see what the delay was or ask to be put at the head of His healing list.   Our teacher gave a great parallel to our time of waiting in faith on Jesus answer to our prayers.  I could understand it in the spiritual day-to-day realm of deep needs –BUT it seemed the hours since have been one test of waiting after another. Not an hour later after leaving that class I encountered a  LONG 25 minute wait at Best Buy who brags on NO WAITS if you make an appointment.  
I decided most of this summer's agenda has been about THE WAIT

. . . WAITING to adjust to the medications and for my energy to return and the achiness to stop.

. . .WAITING for the heat index to get below 90 degrees and Fall breezes to clear the summer doldrums.

. . .WAITING to find out what I am teaching and what my schedule looks like for next year.

. . . WAITING for the Social Security to get Terry's account straightened out (and the waits in that office are long enough)

. . .WAITING for my phone to be fixed - and my computer repaired -- within days of each other

. . .WAITING for the plumber to get my kitchen sink back in working order after a 4-day break (don't know how Bethany did it without her kitchen 4 months!!!)

Thursday our wait took  the form of a storm that knocked out our power for 6 hours -- I can't complain -- several around us were without for 2-3 days.  But 5 hours into it -- I was DONE!!!
With no phone and stress rising -- Terry decided it was time to take me to the Apple Store to check out my phone -- better that than be stuck with a whiney wife.

Something about Wednesday's class magnified that so much of life involves waiting and being patient -- knowing Jesus best purpose is to grow us up in faith.

The Bible reminds us that God is patient- not wanting any of us to miss eternity with Him. . . 

New Beginnings

One season is complete and another one begins:  Yesterday, July 1st Marshall began his 3-year fellowship in Cardio Thorasic Surgery. This picture is his last day of Residency yesterday and Clara's first day of preschool.  Momma cried -- Clara was a trooper.  Love our 3 Colorado Kids.

They love Clara at La Petite Academy -- I hope Marshall's people feel the same about him.

All I Wanted Was A Picture of Our Four Grands Together

I told Bethany that for my birthday I wanted a picture of the 3 little Goodletts and Clara TOGETHER!  I figure - she's the best photographer I know -- they were all going to be together -- it just made sense.

BUT I know what it is to take children on a trip -- We used to take Bethany and Marshall on long trips to family and could never predict exactly how moods would transpire -- with naps and meals and bedtimes interupted.  We'd already tried this number at Christmas -- 

Girls couldn't be happier but "no-nap Jack" didn't want any part of it!

All week we've gotten some great text pics of their time together -- to say I'm jealous is an understatement!!!