"Fis It" (used by Katelyn in place of "Fix It")

My dad is quite the handyman. Growing up he fixed anything we broke (Jonathan broke way more than me!), any problem in the house, or any car troubles we faced. Usually within a couple of hours of the above mentioned tragedy, Dad would "fis it" in a way that would convince us that he could do anything. Since we are now grown adults who are still convinced of this, he is called on to help with projects around our homes at any given time. Without fail or hesitation, and despite his busy travel schedule and his own household projects, he manages to help anyone in need. (or in want!) Throughout the past year, Dad has built several swingsets (after designing them on his own), along with assisting Jonathan with a play fort for his boys. Somehow in all of this "fissing it" - he has torn his rotator cuff and has to take a break from the projects for a while. The Sebrings will remain on a waiting list for a swingset of our own, and once Dad has fully recovered (6 months or so, but we'll give him as much time as he needs) - we will gladly welcome our "wings" (swings) as Katelyn would say. Hopefully by that time, it won't be near as hot, muggy, and unbearable outside as it has been lately. As Katelyn said today, "Papa's gettn' his boo-boo fissed." His surgery is tomorrow around 1:00, and we write this to ask you for your prayers tomorrow, as well as in the months ahead as he travels the road of recovery. We'll keep you posted and we thank you for praying for our handyman, Katelyn's Papa, our good 'ole Dad...

Our Little Fish

Katelyn had her first experience with swim lessons over the past couple of weeks. Some days, she loved every minute of it. Other days, she pointed to the gate and said "Mama, let's go, go, go!" It was a great beginners class to help her get used to kicking, using her arms in the water, blowing bubbles, and jumping off the side. She especially loved the last day when Daddy came to watch her.

We are in the process of growing her bangs out, but when I pull her hair back, she says "I don't yike it!" and immediately pulls it out. Here is a lovely shot before class where she is trying to see past the hair in her eyes...













Each of the children were able choose a fish to play with during the class. The first day was quite a challenge when she had to give her fish back at the end of the class, after becoming so attached. She soon learned that each day, she'd see her fish again.

I'll give it a try...

I will admit that I am a little hesitant to enter into the blogging world. I am that girl that has a box of journals from throughout the years, with written ink only on the first several pages of each one. I somehow fear my blog might end up taking the same path that my poor empty journals have. I am also that girl who never gets her photos printed or keeps up with replacing pictures around the house. In fact - this morning I noticed the latest framed Griffith family picture was from Christmas 2004. Yep, 4 years ago! So, in an attempt to turn over a new leaf, I will start sharing pictures and maybe I will even write more than I ever did in those poor journals. I will give this bloggin' thing a try!