Monday, January 11, 2010
Love Came Near
"They saw the child...and they bowed down and worshiped him...they opened their treasures and presented him with gits of gold and incencse and myrrh..."
The gifts of Christmas have been opened, sorted, and put away with the lights and tree...and yet we continue to be in awe that our Savior would come to US to give us the gift of abundant life. What a great season to celebrate this LOVE. We were so blessed to be surrounded by so many family members over our two weeks of celebration. We treasure the gift of family we've been given--as rich as gold, frankincense, and myhrr--this abundant life.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Are These Two Related?
Q: Does anyone want to ask Jeff what he got for his 30th birthday? Something to help him feel youthful...

A: ...or at least FULL of YOUTH on the road! Yep, we said we'd never do it and we're eating every anti-minivan word. What a way to bring in the new DECADE! :)
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas!
"Titt 'ights" = Christmas Lights...we laugh every time she says this!
"Good Job, Daddy" = What Gracie says whenever she sees outdoor lights put up--he gets credit for the whole town's lights!
"TREEEEE!" = Christmas tree
"Hee-Haw! Tanks, Dianne!" = said when she views her stuffed donkey toy under the tree from her babysitter
"More Tookie" = her favorite holiday food addition...frosted, pressed, swirled...they're all delicious! (and G'ma's are the best for giving LOTS of these!)
"Happy Birthday, Daddy...Happy Birthday, Jesus." = still being said the week after dad's birthday...the second part is said after we prompt her: "Who else's birthday is it?" Sometimes G'ma Colleen gets a birthday wish, but it's immediately followed by, "Happy Birthday, 'Tott." Apparently she and Papa Scott go together. :)
Monday, December 7, 2009
Baby Jesus
I'm pretty sure God had Mary and Joseph ride a DONKEY to Jerusalem just so that 2000 years later our little girl of 18 months would be hooked to the manger scene. Oh, we keep asking her about Baby Jesus...and she knows who he is...but somehow the donkey keeps jumping into her fingers. She even calls her Nativity Book, "Hee-haw." Wouldn't that be just like God to think of HER when sending his own son?
Here's Baby Jesus, Mom!
She loves her nativity, G'ma Joan! Thank you!!!
"KK and 'Eeah"
Daddy's Girl
He's the first thing she mentions when we say, "Let's go home."

She has quickly decided that on his lap is the best place to be each morning...with her cheerios, of course. (Did I mention she can say "cereal"? She really is Jeff's girl!)
I took a nap on Saturday while Jeff and Gracie watched basketball in the basement. When she came upstairs I asked her if she had played with Daddy...her response was four words: "Hamp. (Dad's always at camp...) Downstairs. GO ZAGS!"

"Hi, Daddy..."
"Happy Birthday, Daddy."
"Daddy...HAMP."
She has quickly decided that on his lap is the best place to be each morning...with her cheerios, of course. (Did I mention she can say "cereal"? She really is Jeff's girl!)
I took a nap on Saturday while Jeff and Gracie watched basketball in the basement. When she came upstairs I asked her if she had played with Daddy...her response was four words: "Hamp. (Dad's always at camp...) Downstairs. GO ZAGS!"
"Hi, Daddy..."
"Happy Birthday, Daddy."
"Daddy...HAMP."
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Giving Thanks..."Amen!" --Grace
So thankful for all that we've been blessed with this year--sweet daughter, new house, loving family and friends, jobs, and baby on the way... We are so blessed!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
"Go, Zags!"
Add this to Gracie's verbal repertoire...
...Overtime stress currently looming in the Lochhead household...
...c'mon, Zags!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Dad is at Camp
A couple of weekends ago Jeff went to a YoungLife weekend camp called, "Fall Fiasco" with YL leaders and students from Rogers HS. Grace and I had a girls' weekend and apparently I made a big deal about Daddy being gone...she knew that Daddy was at "Hamp"...only now whenever he's at school or out of sight and Gracie's asked where Dad is, she replies very assuredly, "Dad. Hamp."
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