Caption Contest Time...

Ok, so not a true caption contest, because I'm giving some of my own captions and the stories behind the photos. But if you have caption ideas, I'd love to hear them! This is actually more like a month in review-it takes forever to upload pics and I don't have the patience to do it and make a separate post from each picture:






"Hail", the conquering heroes! Before/after our walk the other day. We made it halfway down the block before it started hailing. Granted, it was raining a little before we started, but I was feeling desperate to get outside. Taking my kid for a walk in the hail...do you think the neighbors will have CPS in their speed-dial by the time Tait turns 2? ( :







The Case of the Missing Socks-Solved! Now I know why 1 sock of the pair always comes up missing-Tait's been eating them.




Surprise! Natalie was lured out to the gym when sneaky Cassie told her there had been a head injury during volleyball ( : We celebrated her bday. I guess that's what you get when you go complaining about never getting a surprise party growing up!





Monkey in the Middle-just teasing, Trent. My handsome guy and his beautiful sisters ( :





Sunshine MomentsSo fun watching Trent & Tait together-Tait's hiding under Trent's favorite baseball cap.






Lucky Tait---I guess you are never too young for that sweet marshmallowy goodness. This box kept Tait entertained for almost 20 minutes. Works for me!





Quack! Tait loves this teal duck that Great Great Gma Kieser gave him. Isn't he blessed to have great great grandparents?!

a 1st for everything

So we finally got around to creating a blog. This will probably be mostly Tait pictures. Somebody's got to keep the grandparents happy ( : I thought about calling it "the blog less traveled" since I don't know how much I'll post.

Random title, I know, but all of my "witty" ideas were already taken. I (Mandy) was inspired by a story I read as a child about Amy Carmichael, a missionary to India. She prayed as a 3year old that her brown eyes would turn a lovely sky blue like her mother's, and could not understand why Jesus didn't answer her prayer. Many years later she and her friend Arulai were sneaking into the local Indian temple to find out if children were really being sold into temple slavery as she had heard. Amy had darkened her skin to blend in with the Hindu worsphippers, when Arulai reminded her that it was a good thing her eyes were not blue like so many of the foreign missionaries, otherwise she would've been discovered right away. I hope the blog title reminds me to trust that Jesus knows what we truly need before we could ever understand His reasons. M