Elizabeth loves to fully participate in whatever she is doing.  Here she is on Sunday, right after church.

Here she is two days later, coming in from playing outside.

I love this girl.  She is so full of life!

Take a short walk over to my friend Tinyla's blog here

http://tinylasnews.blogspot.com/2012/05/bows-r-us.html  

to see the beautiful hair bows she is giving away!!!  This one is my favorite!  Which one do you like the most?

Happy anniversary today to my parents, Jim and Laura Pranger.  They were married thirty years ago today!  

I appreciate so much the heritage they have given me.  I could tell about their love for God.  I could tell about their faithfulness to the Lord's work.  I could tell about their service to others.  However, what most impresses me today is their consistency.

Before we were missionaries, our parents loved God and served Him.  Doing right was always right.  Our parents didn't just go to church.  Our lives were filled with loving God and doing right.  When we went to the mission field in 1994, our home life didn't change.  We still read our Bibles, prayed, and witnessed to people.  Our parents taught us that Christianity is not just what we do on Sunday.  Christianity is the way we live.  We live to honor God.

This picture was on our first prayer card in 1992.

 Here we are in Palatka, Russia, in "spring" of 1998.

Today, my parents are still missionaries.  They live in Hungary and reach Hungarians as well as other Europeans who travel through Budapest.  All five of us children are married and serving the Lord in the various places God has put us. 

Here we all are at Lydia's wedding a month ago.  Sharon's husband Andrew couldn't make the trip, so he is missing in the photograph. In order from left to right:  Jonathan, Bobby, me, our daughter Elizabeth, James, his wife Amber (who is expecting their son Jacob), Mom, Lydia, Josh, our daughter Abigail, Dad, Sharon, Liberty (also expecting), Deborah, Breanna, Amos, and Annabeth.

Thank you, Dad and Mom, for the godly example you have been to us.  Thank you for bringing us up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.  We pray that we will pass on this same heritage to our children.

Hello, dear reader!  It's truly been a long time since we've talked, and I've missed you SO much!  My computer has been broken for a while, so I haven't been able to write anything or read any of your blogs.  My husband bought me a new computer for Mother's Day (yay!), so I hope to spend a lot more time with you in the future. 

I feel a breeze coming from somewhere.  Let's go check on the girls. 



OK, so the back door is wide open.  Let's step outside.

There they are.  Let's go see what they are doing. 

Here's Jon, trying to follow me.

Pray for him today.  I found a marble-sized lump under his jaw by his neck.  He has an appointment this afternoon to get it checked. 

It's time for me to get busy.  I'm going to finish my coffee and go work on my garden!

(Shh, I'm using my husband's cup.)  {smiley-face}

It was wonderful to tak to you again!  I hope your day is going well!

All About Lizzie

Our little Elizabeth turned three this week.  Here are some highlights of her life right now:

She loves to sing, loves to climb, and loves to play with dolls. 

She loves to be silly!

She loves the color pink.

She loves for Mommy to brush her hair and put big bows in it, but she always takes the bows out right away.

She sucks her two middle fingers when she's tired.  She's been doing that since she was a newborn.

She loves to ride on the church bus with Daddy on Sundays.

She loves, loves, loves books.  She asks everybody to read to her.

We love you, Lizzie!  Happy Birthday!

OK, confession here.  Fridays don't really excite me all that much.  I was just complaining to myself that, no matter what day it is, I still have just as much work to do. 

But that's a bad attitude.  I need to remember my blessings.  I need to have a thankful attitude.

Yes, this has been a hard week.  Bobby was gone two nights this week.  I have a cold.  Abbey tried to steal something from Walmart.  Lizzie still isn't potty trained.  Jon still isn't walking by himself, and he's getting SO heavy. 

However, my list of blessings is SO MUCH LONGER.  I have a husband who can work.  He has a job that provides for our family.  We have three beautiful children.  We have the opportunity to be a part of a wonderful church--and somebody always opens the door for me to come in {a huge blessing when my arms are full--haha}.  There are so many more things I could add.

When my husband comes home tonight, I won't tell him how hard it was while he was gone.  He already knows that; I've told him before.  Instead, I'll just tell him how happy I am that he's home.  I want him to like coming home, after all.  We all know how important it is to make our husbands feel appreciated and respected for all that they provide for us.

Do we remember to praise our heavenly Father for what He provides for us?  Do we thank Him often for His blessings?  We all have needs, and we all have burdens; but do we have a thankful attitude?  It takes faith to be able to praise God on dark days, but "without faith it is impossible to please Him" (from Hebrews 11:6).

This is my prayer for today, that I would have a thankful attitude throughout this day.

Psalm 19:14

Let the words of my mouth,

and the meditation of my heart,

be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD,

my strength, and my redeemer."

"...Fear not; I will help thee."

Yesterday, our pastor preached a message titled "What to Do When Everything Falls In."  It encouraged my heart so much, and I've decided it's time to share something very personal with you.

Now I don't really feel that my whole world is falling in.  I have so many blessings that come every day.  I am very thankful for God's love and peace, and I appreciate all the good things that He has provided.  However, there is a part of my life that is very stressful and hard, and parents of autistic children know what I mean. 

There.  I said it.  That word that I have avoided saying for about a year.  The word that's been in my mind for a couple of years, but I always pushed it away with, "She can't have autism.  She talks so well."  But she talks too well, like an adult in a four-year-old body.  And sometimes the things she says are so extremely proper, that she sounds ridiculous.  And when she doesn't understand something, her mind turns off and she screams horrible things and breaks things. 

For a long time, I kept thinking that she was just extremely rebellious.  People would tell me that I just have to be firm and eventually she would calm down.  Eventually.  I got advice from older Christians who raised good families.  I read good parenting books.  I tried eliminating things from her diet.  More time passed.  Instead of outgrowing her screaming and her strange sense of order and her need for certain routines, it all got worse.  I started researching other possibilities.  I found a good description for Asperger syndrome, and it described so much of what she does.  Now our family doctor is helping us to get her officially diagnosed before she starts school this fall. 

There's so much that this involves.  It's hard to share all the frustrations.  Everyday things like going to the store can take a lot of time.  She insists on brushing her teeth, but screams when I brush her hair.  Sometimes it takes a long time to persuade her to wear the right kind of clothes.  "Today's a cold day; you have to wear a coat instead of a sweater," doesn't make any sense to her; but when summer comes, it will be hard to get her to give up her coat.  Sometimes her food is confusing to her.  I have to break it down into bites and show her which one to eat first.  Even just writing this, I've had to stop so many times to stop her from doing something or to get her something.  And every time it's a huge emotional ordeal for her.

Sometimes I wonder how much she really understands.  Does she just memorize words and sentences and responses?  Then when she runs out of memorized material, is that why she has a meltdown?

I'm trying to learn.  I'm making social stories and comic strips.  I'm trying to find out what works.  I've learned that pictures work better than speaking.  I also know there's a long road ahead.  I'd like to share some of what I was reminded of in our pastor's message yesterday morning from 1 Samuel 30.

• We are inadequate, on our own, to handle our problems.  David clung to God, and he was strengthened and encouraged.  "I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me."  (Phillippians 4:13)  "But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."  (Phillippians 4:19
• Don't assume.  During times of stress, it's easy to just assume what you should be doing.  Always pray and follow the Lord's leading.  Don't just make your decisions based on what "makes sense."  "Commit thy way unto the LORD; trust also in him, and he shall bring it to pass."
• Don't faint.  Go all the way through this trial.  After the tenth or twentieth problem of the day, I still need to be patient and have the right attitude. 
• David recovered everything.  God can work wondrous things in this situation. 

Now, you can see a part of my heart.  In future posts, I probably won't talk very much about it, but if I mention that a particular day has been hard, you'll know there has probably been a lot of tears, battles, and seemingly futile efforts.  Pray for us.  We really need it.

God is so good, isn't He?  I love the verse in Isaiah 41 that says, "For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, Fear not; I will help thee."

"...Fear not; I will help thee."

I just love that.

Hannah

The Gift of a Day

A friend came over this morning and told me she was here to do "anything and everything."  I don't like to ask for anything, and my friend knew this, so she just came over and told me she was going to help.  She allowed me to spend some much-needed time with Abbey while she took care of Lizzie, Jon, and her own little baby.  She was such a blessing today and turned a stressful Monday into a {smiley-face} day.

I'm getting another post ready about our issues with Abbey.  It's a hard one to write, but I want to share some of this challenge with you.  Most of my day is spent helping her work through situations that come up, so I don't often have time to write.  Or, when I do have a few minutes, I'm too emotionally exhausted to open the computer.  I'll write more in another post.

Anyway, thank you, dear friend, for the gift of a day.  Today I feel so calm and rested!

Hannah

I have a big Starbucks mug that I just love.  My sister-in-law gave it to me for Christmas in 2010, and I drink coffee and tea in it almost every day.  It holds two cups of coffee (now you see why I like it so much). 

Well, yesterday, I decided to do some reading while the kids were napping.  I sat Indian style on the couch with a book and my big cup full of hot tea--and dumped the whole cup right onto my lap.  OUCH!!!  I did a sort-of dance around the living room, staying as quiet as possible.  After a second, I realized I had to take off my skirt and tights, because they were saturated with the burning liquid and were continuing to burn my legs.  I ended up with a dinner-plate sized burn across the top of my thighs.  I probably should have gone to the emergency room to be checked, but I didn't want to wait a few hours and then be told, "You appear to have first and second degree burns on your legs."  ["Oooohhhh, so THAT'S what happened.  I was wondering."]  They would probably just tell me to keep the area clean and come back if it gets infected.

So I just sat in Bobby's big chair all afternoon and evening with three bags of frozen veggies on my legs.   I was so thankful that Bobby did not have a long day at work. He took care of supper and the kids.  By the time I went to bed, the pain was almost gone.  I was able to sleep well.  This morning I am uncomfortable but not in pain.  I have blisters on both legs that rub when I walk, so I am surprised it doesn't really hurt anymore.  Being able to sit that long with the ice must have really helped.  I told Bobby that his taking care of everything is what allowed me to feel better so quickly.  I am thankful for such a caring husband.  

We have started a new routine this last week.  Our house has an unfinished basement that we haven't really used.  I do laundry down there, and put wood in the fire (we heat our house with wood), and that's about it.  Our basement is old and creepy--spider webs, dirt, water, and you never know what else.  This past year we were able to get new siding for our house, and that took care of the water problem.  The last couple of weeks, I've been cleaning it a little at a time.  It was a big job, and it's still not pretty, but it's clean enough that I could take the kids down.  I took a rug and some toys down and let them have a little playroom.  On the other side of the basement, I set up a little table for Abbey to do her "schoolwork."  She hasn't started school yet, but she has a tower of plastic drawers with preschool workbooks and flashcards.  She likes to practice her letters and numbers, so much that she can already read a little bit and do simple addition. 

So now, we spend each morning downstairs.  I help Abbey get started, then I play with the other two for a little bit.  The whole time I have soft piano music playing on my phone.  It really sets a relaxing mood even though we're in an unfinished basement.  I have plans for making it prettier.  I'll probably show pictures when I get something done.

Here's Abbey's little table.  My grandpa made it for my brother and sister and me when we were little.  It's very special.

Like her cowGIRL boots?  She is insistent that they are not cowBOY boots.

I can't show you a picture of the playroom because Lizzie decided to take her skirt off.  I have to go get her dressed...again.

'Bye for now  {smile}

Busy days...

I know it's been way too long since I've written anything for my dear readers.  I won't tell you how busy I've been, because you have all been there.  I would like to show you some pictures of what I've accomplished in my "silence," but there's really not all that much to show.  Most of my days have been the kind where I'm running all day but getting nothing done (that's how it seems, anyway). 

Today in my devotions, this verse in Proverbs 10:4 was a blessing to me.  "He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand: but the hand of the diligent maketh rich."  Just the fact that I am busy is profitable.  God will reward me for working hard.  Besides that, I am teaching my children to have initiative and work hard; and they will be rewarded for their work.  Their children will then learn from their example, etc.  How cool is that!

Here's something I made recently.  My husband mounted it over our big kitchen window.  I screwed a short piece of wood to each end of a long piece, screwed a wide board to the top, and fastened a bracket on the inside of each end to hold a utility pole.  I sanded, primed, and painted it a creamy white to match my kitchen cabinets.  Can you tell I like roosters? 

Hannah

one more try

Sometimes (most of the time) it's hard to get all three of them to look at the camera at the same time

or to sit still

or both

I guess this will have to work!

Jon is 10 months; Lizzie is 2; Abbey is 4.

Beauty in the Darkness

A country night is very dark.  Driving on a dark country road, with trees on both sides, can get a little lonely, even a little spooky sometimes.  There's so many shadows moving away from the car headlights.  Today I was coming home from our Christmas program practice.  There was no moon or stars showing.  When I got to a certain point, I could see two eyes looking at me.  I slowed down and saw a beautiful buck walk across the road and stare at me as I drove carefully past. 

That deer turned the dark night into something beautiful.  I wonder who around me is in a dark time in her life.  Am I being an encouragement to her?  Sometimes we don't realize how we affect the people around us.  Am I a beautiful part of someone's life, or am I just blending into the darkness?  Am I reaching out to help someone, or am I just hiding in the shadows?

Hannah Mix

One of the weird things about blogging is that my day is not very different from anyone else's.  Yet, for some reason, you still want to read about it.  Sometimes I ask myself, "Would anyone really want to know about that?"  Would you, for instance, like to know that a certain somebody woke up really early one morning?  I didn't know her diaper was messy until about 2 hours later when I found "diaper prints" all over both girls' beds.  Or would you like to hear that somebody threw up tonight in our local diner?  It's not like it was in a restaurant in the city, with people we'll never see again.  Everybody knows everybody here.  The whole town has probably heard the story by now.  Oh well, most days are not that exciting. 

Jonathan is crawling all over the house. He loves his sisters and bounces up and down like he is going to jump up and run after them.  He will be 10 months old in a couple days. 

Abbey is really trying to help out around the house.  She loves to experiment.  For example, she knows I use soap and water to clean certain things, like the floor, dishes, etc.  So she decided to pour a cup of water into the DVD player to clean it, too.

Yes, the past few days have been eventful, but I love my life.  I have the privilege of taking care of my family all the time.  I don't have to pay someone else to do it part of the time.  I am thankful for this blessing.

Hannah Mix

seventeen years ago...

Seventeen years ago today, a young family was huddled together at the small airport in Anchorage, Alaska.  They had already left their home in Ohio and were now finally ready to fly to their new home in Magadan, Russia.  They were allowed two suitcases plus two carry-ons per person, so with seven people, they had twenty-eight bags.  It may have looked like a huge mound of bags, but this was just about everything they owned.  So many things had been given away or left behind.


The church in Anchorage had gathered to send them off.  Without a doubt, this family felt loved.  They knew these friends would pray for them and keep them in their hearts.

There was a little confusion at one point when they found out their carry-ons were too big.  Carefully packed bags were opened up.  "Kids, go put these clothes on over what you're wearing."  "Here, put these books in your pockets."  "Tie these extra sweatshirts around your waist."  "You need to carry your toys in your hands."  Things that could not fit anywhere were given away.  "Does anybody want this sweater?"

Finally, it was time to leave.  Father, mother, and five little children walked onto the plane that took them to the mission field for the first time.  Seventeen years later, we are still walking in the footsteps that our God would have us to walk.  Thank you, Mom and Dad, for following the Lord.  Thank you for teaching us kids the joys of following God's plan.

"The steps of a good man are ordered by the LORD: and he delighteth in his way."

Psalm 37:23
Hannah Mix

 

Candy Apple Cake Pops

Today is the day for our church fall festival.  Bobby and I have been planning it since summer!  We got the church gym all decorated and set up last week, so there's not much to do today.  I should use this time to do some laundry and cleaning...{sigh}  Instead I am drinking some coffee and chatting with you, dear reader.

I just finished making these cake pops for the party.  Have you ever made cake pops?  They are super easy.

1.  Bake a cake.

2.  Frost it while it's still hot, so the frosting melts down into the cake.

3.  Stir it all up and shape into 1" balls.

4.  Freeze.

5.  Dip in melted chocolate.

I used red melting chocolate for these cake pops; then I stuck broken pretzel sticks in them.  My friend Sarah put green frosting leaves on them to make them look like candy apples.

Abbey and Lizzie are being very quiet in the other room {and making me nervous}.  I went to check on them.  They are eating the toothpaste (the kiddie kind with no fluoride) and playing with all of our toothbrushes.  They even opened the packages of the ones in the cabinet.  "But, Mom, we wanted to brush our teeth."

Jonathan is in the kitchen with me.  He fell asleep in his high chair while I was making the cake pops. 

"CRASH!"  Uh-oh.  That came from the bathroom.  Gotta go!  


Hannah Mix



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Autumn Wedding

We had a beautiful fall day here in Ohio last Saturday (wait a minute--I can't believe this is already Tuesday!), just a pefect day for a wedding.  Bobby's brother Jimmy got married.  Abbey and Lizzie were the flower girls.  Here are some fun pictures of them that the photographer (my sister-in-law Amber) took.

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Here is Bobby with Jonathan.  He just turned 9 months.



my kitchen

Here's a peak at my new kitchen.  My hubby put our new counters and new sink in.  Don't they look great?  I sanded, primed, filled nicks, and painted the cabinets and frames.  I'm not done yet, but the kitchen already looks so new!  I am so excited!

This is what the counters look like up close.

Now I have to make a confession.  I had planned to eat from our garden all summer...and we started out really good, but our garden was too small to reach my goal.  I did save enough grocery money to buy the countertops and part of the sink, so all that work still paid off!!!

Hello, dear readers. It's been a while since we've talked! 

We are doing some work in the living room and kitchen.  During the day I try to squeeze in some painting in between nursing the baby and helping Abbey do her preschool and keeping Elizabeth busy.  By the time the kids go to bed, I am super tired.  I haven't been awake enough to post anything.  When I get done, I will post pictures.


This past weekend--I know, that's almost a week ago--we drove to Indiana to visit my Grandma and Grandpa Pranger.  I really love these people.  When I came to the States by myself to go to college, their house was a second home for me.  They drove me down to Oklahoma and back several times.  I spent two Christmases with them. 

Here are some pictures of them from my album. 

I'm about two weeks old here

me, James, Amos, and Sharon with Grandpa.

during college days

Here we are now, with my husband Bobby (and the girls' heads peeking in the corners).  We had a good visit. It was really good to see them again.

Hannah Mix

Country Corn Bread

I love cornbread, especially with a big square of butter melting all over it.  My mom taught me to make it in a cast iron pan when I was--umm, maybe 7 years old. 

1.  First of all, give the baby a chocolate cookie.  He will happily make a big mess while you make the cornbread.

2.  Put about 5 tbsp shortening, bacon fat, or butter in your cast iron pan.  Place the pan in your oven while it is preheating at 425 degrees.

3.  Mix together 1 cup flour, 1 cup cornmeal, 1/4 cup sugar, 1 tbsp baking powder, and 1/2 tsp salt.

4.  Add 1 cup milk and 1 egg.  Stir just until mixed. 

5.  By this time, the fat in your pan should be melted, and the pan should be hot.  Carefully tilt your pan to make sure it is well coated with the fat, then pour most of it into the batter.  Quickly stir and return the batter to the pan.  You should hear a nice sizzle when you pour the batter into the pan.

6.  Bake at 425 degrees until it's done (you know, the whole toothpick thing). It takes about 15-20 minutes.

7.  Turn upside down onto a large plate.  Cut into wedges and serve. 

Hannah Mix

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