Happy Birthday, Norma Jean

Mom and Dad

It is my mom’s birthday!

Happy Birthday, Mommiekins-

This is a big one!   Are you doing OK?   I won’t say how old you are, but will only mention you graduated high school in 1957.   But life is good, right?   You finally got dad to retire, sort of.   We’ll keep on him, mamala!

I think it is an amazing thing that the yearbook committee described you as, “A girl certain to please God.”   And long before Rick Warren published that wildly popular little volume on ‘purpose,’ you’d already determined yours: To live a holy life by walking close to the Lord.

And my sweet mama-I think you have fulfilled God’s purpose for your life in your generation!   I believe you have pleased God.   I am making the call – you have lived and are living  a holy life because something of the sacred permeates all the hours and minutes of your life.   You are blessed.   You were a loved daughter, and are now an honored mother and grandmother and great-grandmother.   You walk in health and the beauty of a heart that always chose love and believing the best in people.

I just wanted to say that you are the woman I admire above all others   I thank-you for asking God for me, for loving me and raising me for Jesus.   I still tear up at the line in the country song, “And when the day is done, my mama’s still my biggest fan,” because I know that and carry it close everyday!

So-know that you are called blessed.   Know that all of your children and their children and their children’s children call you blessed and praise God for you.   We’re the reason you were born – in case you wanted to know!

Stay for a long, long time, mamala.   I love you!…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF:   Call mom – wish her a happy day!

The Seasons

pink flowering tree of some sort??

Some “Grace from the Garden,” things I learn about God while I am digging around in the dirt…

Grace Note:   This season will come again (ready or not).

I was asking God, not  with words, but from my heart (and I know He heard me loud and clear), Why do I find myself back here in this recurring place of pain, this particular  area of brokenness for which I have forgiven the best I can and given it to You and prayed and studied and tried to follow  Christ’s example?   Why do I repeatedly respond and react to certain things from such an old place of injury?   How come, after You last  helped me and brought understanding and so much healing, do I find today that I still have further to go?

God immediately drew my attention to a flowering tree of some sort  I planted a few years back (pear? dogwood? crab apple?).   I don’t think I prepared the planting hole well when I got it.   It was an end-of-season clearance, so I got it cheap with kind of a well-if-it-makes-it-good attitude and proceeded to plop it in the ground where it did not have much chance to establish itself before winter. It did not do well.   It barely survived the winter and made a very poor showing in the spring.   I had to coddle it with special watering and food all summer.   The following year, the same.   Very little growth and a very spindly and sickly-looking tree.   I anticipated, though I allowed it to just keep plodding along,  having to begin again in that corner with a different tree.

But this year, there has been a turn.   Somewhere, in someway, it has finally established itself  after almost 4 years in it’s place. It has doubled or tripled in size.   It bloomed profusely this spring and then shot up in height some more.   It is now radiant with health and I think it’s going to bring me much joy in the years to come.

God put that tree in my mind. And then  I am pretty sure I heard Him tell me:   That tree goes through the same four seasons each year.   That is the same tree you planted  4 years ago.   But that tree is not the same this spring as it was the spring before, or the spring before that.   Every year after the time of dormancy (while I, Jeanie,  btw,  always feared  it had finally and truly died), when you’d notice it again, it was the same tree, but the tree was different, not the same.   There are seasons.   You will go through the same season again and again, but each time, you’ll be different.    Sometimes the difference will be below ground, where the roots reach out for what is needed.   Sometimes it will be visible,  branches waving in glory.      It’s just a season.   It’s a season.

Thank-You, God.   I needed that!

So then I guess the answers to my heart’s questions might be:

Q: Why am going through this same thing again?   What is wrong with me?

A: Nothing.   You’re right on track.   It’s a season.   But you’re different this time than during the last season.   It’s a growth-spurt opportunity!

Q:   When will it finally be done, when will I get it?

A:   When Christ is fully formed in you.  

Q:   When will that be?

A:   When you see Him, you will be like Him.

And as I am writing, the strangest thing just came to my recollection.   I named my daughter, Stormie, after Stormie Omartian (the wildly famous prayer author, singer, song-writer, speaker) because when I faced my first adult “storm” (try being a teenage preacher’s daughter, pregnant at a Bible College) I ran across her lyrics to a song I still have never heard, but which impacted me, nonetheless.   Wow, even as I write (and I googled the lyrics and there they were!), God is reminding me that He has been telling me this all along, for 30 years almost:

“When summer dreams start to fade and lose their light
When the spring in your heart is so cold, it can’t be right
When you feel you’ve lost control and the valley seems so low
It’s not forever, it’s just a season of the soul
~
If you could step away and see just how far you’ve gone
If you would take the time to just  see what you’ve become
You’d have the time to grow, you’d have a chance to know
That it’s not forever, it’s just a season of the soul.
~
Walking alone in the desert at night, searching for the rain
How can this happen to me, it’s not right
When Jesus is my friend and everything was going right
I was standing on the line, where did I go wrong?
~
A time to cry, a time to sing – there’s a time for everything
Nothing lasts for that long, so don’t look at what you see
Just keep your eyes on Me, I won’t let you go…
It’s not forever…
~

It’s just a season of the soul.”..Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: I  am still me, but I am not the same as last time, by His grace and His undying faithfulness.

“Seasons of the Soul” lyrics by Stormie Omartian

 

The Haunting

Book title

We are currently reading and responding to the chapter I have most wanted to get to in our book club selection, The Sacred Romance.   It is Chapter 9, “Less-Wild Lovers.”   I wanted to share a significant portion from near the beginning of the chapter to whet your appetite just in case you are finding that despite your “positional” Christianity you are sensing a loss, and trying to quiet your heart and convince it that this is all there is.

“Most of us remember the time of our innocence as the Haunting…innocence not as being sinless, but as that time before our experience with the Arrows crystallized into a way of handling life which is the false self.   The Haunting calls to us unexpectedly in the melody and words of certain songs…the smile of a friend…the laughter of children…the smell of a perfume…a story.   However the Haunting comes, it often brings with it a bittersweet poignancy of ache, the sense that we stood at a crossroads somewhere in the past and chose a turning that left some shining part of ourselves – perhaps the best part – behind, left it behind with the passion of youthful love, or the calling of a heart vocation, or simply in the sigh of coming to terms with the mundane requirements of life.”

Is your heart “seized with palpable waves of longing and regret?”   Are you just living a life of resignation thinking, “This is the way it is, I had better learn to deal with it?” (page 125).

What false comforts and less-wild lovers have you taken?  

Here is a partial list of the things I have used for comfort in the past, a way to feel: work/workaholism, achievement in career, church (yes, church), joining groups or causes or denominations, food, endless hours of TV surfing/zoning out, knowledge, control, busy-ness, outward appearance for the sake of approval, people-pleasing,  independence and isolation, medication, gossip and hatefulness, self-improvement, lust for learning, drivenness…did I mention control?   There are more.   Just wanted to get you started thinking.

How are you anesthetizing yourself?

“Walk in the Spirit and you shall not fulfill the lusts of the flesh.”   Galatians 5.16 NKJV

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Chapter Eight: The Enemy of Our Souls

These are the observations of The Sacred Romance- Drawing Closer to the Heart of God (by Brent Curtis and John Eldredge) among a few friends.   We hope you will be blessed by our “confessions” and will let us know what you are thinking, too…

Candi\'s Family  Bill & Candi

MEET CANDI!   If you’ve been reading Candi, you already know this married mother of two loves non-fiction and even actually enjoys instruction manuals!   Candi is one of the most gracious women you could ever meet.   Intelligent and well-spoken, Candi described herself as “simple, yet elegant.”   And while nothing could be more true, she is also a practical joker and gets away with it because no one can believe that could come from this picture of grace and sophistication!

Candi likes Letterman, Pepsi and spagetti.   To her Burger King beats McDonalds, ice cream is better than yogurt and she is a night owl. Music is a huge part of her passion and as you can see, she has  two  adorable children, Clayton, 6, who is quite a singer himself and Lainey, 3 1/2 years old.   Her dream job of being an event planner is surely within her grasp, as she and her husband’s family are the proprietors of The Stonebrook Manor, a truly beautiful special events center (www.stonebrookmanor.com) .

Candi’s  greatest fear is that she’ll choose the easy road rather than the right road for her life, but if you know her, you doubt that is possible.   Her post about the chapter this week is a powerful look at what God is out to save us from!   You’re awesome, Candi!   Thanks for sharing your heart with us here!

 

Chapter Eight: The Adversary – Legends of the Fall

Barrows fam  Candi

Candi starts us off on this chapter:   For the last week I’ve had writer’s block.  I was supposed to start the writing on Chapter 8 over a week ago, but couldn’t get to it mostly because I was really busy.  However, I was having a small problem knowing what God wanted me to say.  Now I know.  

Last Wednesday night my Great-Aunt Stella died and I, along with my Mom and Dad, was with her in the room when it happened.  Her death wasn’t a surprise as we knew she was experiencing her last days.  

Let me tell you about Auntie Stella.  She was one of the sweetest people I’ve ever known and when you were in her presence you just felt loved.  Last year my parents moved her from her house into a nursing home because at that point she couldn’t walk and needed medical treatment.  She had the best attitude.  She was the type that made lemonade out of lemons and she settled into her new environment like it was a new adventure.  She had such an impact on many of the nurses and workers that cared for her.  

The kids and I visited her regularly and did she ever love my children!  In fact, she was my firstborn son,  Clayton’s, very first visitor in the hospital  when he was born.  Auntie Stella, there is definitely something missing in the world now that you are gone.  I can’t wait to see you again in our Lord’s presence and I love you!

It was after her death that I realized what I needed to say in response to the chapter of our adversary.  Please note that this is a bit disturbing.  After she passed, I left the room to call my husband, brother, and sister and was gone about 20 minutes.  After the phone calls I returned to the room and as I walked in I was hit with the smell of “death.”  

Now I’ve been told that when you smell “death” you know it and it was horrible.  I left shortly after that, but that smell was all I could smell all the way home and it was so bad it was making me dry-heave.  A mile before my house I could smell a skunk and I’m telling you I welcomed the skunk smell just to be able to replace the smell   [of death] that I could actually taste.  I immediately showered when I got home to release me of that stink.

You know what God showed me?  Sin is “death” and DEATH STINKS.  God needed me to experience “death” in order to truly grasp our adversary’s plan.  In reading this book, God has been romancing my spirit!  It’s been awesome, wonderful, incredible.  Honestly words can’t fully describe it.  However, God showed me through this week’s events just how putrid sin and death really are.  After experiencing this, I realize the worship I’ve been giving God just isn’t doing Him justice!  Father, forgive me for not giving you the ultimate praise you so rightly deserve.  May I praise you daily with my life and return to you the love that you so freely give!

In reading this chapter, I realize I’ve fallen victim to the second part of Satan’s tactics on pg 113.  â€œHis first goal, of course, is to make sure we never meet the Prince who is Jesus of Nazareth…Satan’s second and lifelong purpose with each of us is to make sure we never know who we really are.”  Well, God is showing me His love and I know He will be faithful to show me who I truly am in His eyes.  Not just a generic definition, but a personal, intimate portrayal that will permeate of God’s sweet scent.          
     

Amy Jo

Amy Jo says:   “His [Satan’s] desire was, and still is, to possess everything that belongs to God, including the worship of all those whom God loves.” (p.101) He will settle for less than outright worship though, let me tell you. Page 108 held for me a new concept: the neutralization of worship. “He [Satan] separates beauty from truth and thus our thirst from our religious practice and the obedience of faith… He replaces the love affair with a religious system of do’s and don’ts that parch our hearts and replaces our worship and communion services with entertainment.”     I had never thought of it before.

For example, as a worship leader, I am always conscious of my heart’s attitude as I go before others and attempt to assist them in worshiping God corporately. Is it possible that Satan considers it a victory when I am sucked out of the worship experience for any reason at all: intrusive thoughts, wardrobe malfunction, band miscommunication, people who don’t sing and stand there with their arms folded across their chest? I know I can’t be perfect, because I notice stuff; my senses just EXIST, man! And surely God is honored by my effort, but is there any way I can present Him with more excellent worship? Any way I can encourage those I lead to stay “present” during the song portion of our worship service? Any way I can help dismantle the unwritten supposition that we’re up there performing, and that it’s a great time to “check out”? These are only some of the thoughts I have been thinking lately on the topic of worship. One day, I fear some poor soul somewhere, will suffer the cumulative effect of all this rumination in the form of an impromptu sermon. (Look out, eh?)

Another new concept for me was something I only noticed now about the story of Adam and Eve, a story I’ve known ever since I can remember. When Satan was quizzing them on the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, he subsequently tempted them with this phrase: “You will not surely die, for God knows that when you eat of it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” (Gen. 3.4-5) Is it possible that Satan was not necessarily tempting them with equality to God but perhaps the desire for godliness—to know, be aware of, and always be able to discern the difference between good and evil? Whoa. Talk about the ultimate example of disguising himself as a messenger of the Light! Thinking about their temptation in this way makes me realize how tricky Satan can be. May I always align my quest to be “like” God with His actual commands!

 I found the first paragraph on page 106 to be especially poignant. I cannot quote it here because it is too long, but for those of you who don’t have a copy of the book, it is a colorful analogy of the romance between God and His creation. It entails a description of how she is seduced and cheats on Him and is raped while He is forced not to intervene because He cannot convince her to trust Him enough to let Him rescue her. Over time, His beloved’s beauty suffers the effects of alcohol, drugs, occult practices, and infant sacrifice “until she is no longer recognizable in body or soul,” and yet He even sends His only Son to talk with her about His love for her though He knows that she will eventually kill Him. The whole time I was reading this, I just wanted to SHAKE the Beloved and tell her what she is doing—to somehow stop her from hurting God so much. It was a weird feeling because I knew it was an analogy the whole time, and kept alternately putting myself it the shoes of the Beloved (since I am part of His Beloved!). “All this and more God has endured because of His refusal to sop loving us.   Indeed, the very depth and faithfulness of His love for us, along with His desire for our freely given love in return, are what give Satan the ammunition to wound God so deeply as he carries out his unceasing campaign to make us into God’s enemy.” I wonder, How have I personally been like this description of the Beloved?

Finally! THIS chapter addresses the question I posed at the end of my review for chapter one: How will these authors address the inherent deceitful wickedness of my heart that is mentioned in Jeremiah 17:9? This whole time I have been wondering how they can keep validating my heart’s longings. They don’t know me!

I think this is so important, that I really must type the whole paragraph for those of you who don’t have this book and are just randomly reading our review because you like us…”’But can you really trust the thirst of your heart?’ the enemy whispers in my ear… And the answer to that is, ‘Yes. Once my heart is separated from the life of the Sacred Romance, offered to me through the atonement of Christ, and left to seek out life on its own terms, there is no perversity it will not sink to.’ Part of Satan’s grand strategy of separating us from our heart, once Jesus has drawn us to an awareness of being His sons and daughters through believing faith, is to convince us that our heart’s desires are at core illegitimate.” (Pp. 108-109) Well, then! I’m going to have to chew on this one some more—it goes against everything I’ve ever known to be true! If it’s true that Satan wants me to think this of my heart, and I –of course—don’t want to give Him ammo, then I need to reevaluate some things. May I be shown the truth about the heart You’ve given me, God!

Let me close my review of this chapter with another random, yet personally profound quote: “Given all this, it becomes crucial that we become a generation of storytellers who are both recapturing the glory and joy of the Sacred Romance even as we tell each other our particular stories, so that we can help each other, through God’s Spirit, see His plan of redemption at work in us.” (p.114) So be it, starting with me!

Nonna and Gemma

Jeanie’s thoughts:  “…it is the voice of our adversary…the antagonist…”

I  really did not even want to get into this chapter, after having just read two about God as the Romancer, my heart’s Pursuer, me as God’s Beloved.   But what a great reminder of enemy ploys.   What a resounding call to get free from the bondages and enslavements that tie our hearts in knots, slowly, but surely sucking the life out of us, keeping us from the freely given and abundant existence God intended, and quietly drawing us away from the One…

Isn’t this the main question when we wonder why we are Beloved and yet live full of fear and doubt and self-hatred: “What is the source of the persistent accusations in our head and heart?”

This chapter was just rich with an explanation of enemy tactics.  But they pointed out 2 main ways our adversary is able to separate us “from our heart…to seduce us…by making us believe that it is God who is our enemy” (page 110).  The first, the authors likened to Cinderella’s evil stepsisters, the voices that taunt us with lies about who we are and about who God is.  He deceives us into thinking he isn’t even there, but that it is just us hearing sentences and voices in our head and we’re just struggling on our own.  And isn’t this why we often don’t ask for prayer support from people who care?  We believe it’s just me…

The enemy of our souls, though, once finally recognized for the troubler he is, will often become enlarged in our minds as we realize the battle in spiritual realms.  We can begin to look for him and his workings everywhere, giving him more space than he is due, demon-sensitivity rising, which the writers rightly point out can become almost a form of worship.

I’ve given Satan too much due, too much credit, partly sometimes just by not exposing the “evil works of darkness,” or shamefully covering how he somehow defeated me.  He not only separates us from God, (we, hanging our heads in shame and running the other way), he isolates us from one another.  If we’re not mindful, we’ll end up living carefully constructed lives that become dishonest temples of reputations, leaving our friends and family and people we love to suffocate in their own battles alone, not realizing we would understand.

This is why I loved reading “…it becomes crucial that we become a generation of storytellers who are both recapturing the glory and the joy of the Sacred Romance, even as we tell each other our particular stories, so that we can help each other, through God’s Spirit, see His plan of redemption at work in us” (page 114).  Because we need to open it up, tell the truth and be set free!  We need to rebuke enemy crap and expose his unfruitful works and be real and true and give God glory through our lives!  We  need to shout a resounding NO! to the death sentence the enemy tries impose (Candi-your response was a powerful insight into what it is really all about) and like Cinderella once did, have the courage to walk out of that house straight to the ball and into our destiny!    God is at work in me.  And He is at work in you, too, dear reader, and if we let the enemy keep us from sharing our true stories, we’ll so miss out on God getting the glory here and now – in us and through us.   To hell with the devil!!!, as Tony Campolo once said!
 
   

Heather

And finally Heather:   Well, this chapter couldn’t have been timelier for me. I, like Jeanie, did not want to delve into this chapter after reading of the romancer of my heart. It seems so anticlimactic. However, what this chapter has done for me has been quite profound. I have found myself within these pages probably more so than any of the others. I am saddened to say that, on one hand, yet I know God has been with me the entire journey and is here with me even in the midst of my realization of the deception that has been playing out in my heart and life in recent months.

 

I have been lulled by the enemy. The truths I’ve known to be true have become diluted by the prince of the earth’s whispers, yes, but also by my own attempt to do it all, and to make everyone happy. This chapter talks about how satan can lure you away, then accuse you with the very things he’s lured you away with! With that thought I think, “Wow, how easily manipulated I am, that he can lie to me, then use those lies to keep me cornered!”   I will slowly become ineffective because I can no longer hear the truth. I can even assist satan by my own weaknesses and really, he can stand back in the corner, just affirming my self condemning thoughts and not really do anything at all!

 

I think the purpose of satan and his arrows is: “..to continue my life separated emotionally and spiritually from myself my friends and my family as well as God my father-simply filling in time”, (page 115). I think that as satan has had me so busy running around trying to do the “right thing”,   I’ve really lost sight of what God has intended for me, which in turn has cost my freedom. I‘ve been stuck in the bondage of “doing the right thing”, because it simply was not what God wanted of me.   The truth is I couldn’t even hear God anymore. I had given the voice of my enemy more credence than the voice of my creator. Maybe it sounds extreme, but it’s true. I couldn’t hear God, and thankfully He loves me enough to find other ways to communicate to me if I can’t hear him. He is my pursuer, my romancer. He did let me try this my own way, though. He waited for me to see how ineffective my way was, (it was!) .

 

This chapter talks about how the enemy will even use the voices of those around us, yes, even our loved ones. A comment meant as a joke maybe, or something said in anger that pierces our heart. Then the inner dialogue begins, and we cultivate this lie into our own truth. On page 116 we see that satan is hoping to deceive us by allowing us to think it’s our own inner voice, not his: “I am not here. It’s just you struggling with all these things.”   We confuse his lying voice with our own. How freaky is that?!   He is a snake! We have to be so careful to know what Truth really is! I know this all too well…

 

So, I can tell you that the messages from the arrows are there. There seems to be just enough believability within them that I have accepted them. I began to believe them, and made them part of my identity. I will tell you that today, I know God is with me, He loves me and He is helping me find Truth again. I feel like I need to be in a place of really going slow, walking intentionally, not willy nilly doing this and that, but slowing down to hear him again. I have tasted freedom, but I know it’s a thin line between walking in truth and crossing over into the accuser’s territory once again. I need to stay in truth right now. It’s necessary for my well being. This chapter was necessary for my walk and my health, now may I continue to seek God and only His way for my life.

Thanks again my friends and just so everyone knows how I really feel: to hell with the devil!…Jeanie

 

 NOTE TO SELF: To You, Lord, be glory in the Church and in my life forever and ever.   Amen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Gavin is 5 and Ready for Kindergarten!

Gavin with Guini  Gavin with Gemma

Happy Birthday to my very first grandchild!   Happy Birthday Gavin, oh you who totally TRANSFORMED my life!   Happy Birthday, little red-headed Kelley kid!   Happy happy day to one of the most joyful, exhuberant people I have ever known!

Last week Gavin made his school prep visit to the pediatrician to update his shots and fill out the proper paperwork for getting him enrolled in school.   Stephanie said the doctor sort of quizzed and tested him to make sure he was “ready,” checking his reading skills and numbers intelligence and I am happy to say he “passed” with flying colors.   I was glad I didn’t know about the “test” ahead of time because I’d have been  a nervous wreck!   You see, I have been Gavin’s pre-school teacher for the past year.

For ever and always, I will cherish the time Gavin and I have spent in “the classroom” together!   There was reading and writing and counting and colors and shapes and concepts and painting and rhyming and online computer games (which I watched him learn, conquer and outgrow) on www.sproutonline.com. There were days when school lasted 15 minutes and days when it went for hours.   We’ve read Dr. Seuss’ ABCs a hundred times or more and much of Gavin’s bookworm “growth” was reading the Bible, something we both love!   Intense learning times were followed by an episode of SpongeBob  with some popcorn and Diet Pepsi.   It is hard to say who has learned the most, Gavin or his Nonna?

  Gavin at harvest Fest 2007  Gavin pre-school fall 07

I love you, Gavin-ators!    I love that people at Wal-Mart say, “Oh you have red hair just like your grandma,” and I accept the comment knowing it is really from the OTHER grandma, and in reality, I am trying to have red hair just like YOU!   I love that you told people, “Nonna is a good teacher,” and I have no idea where you’d get something like that except that I hope it was mirroring me telling you, “Gavin, you are such a great learner,” which you truly are!   I love that you love learning and safety scissors and glue sticks and discovery.

You had a Transformers birthday party which was so apprpriate because, little boy-YOU have TRANSFORMED my life!   You ARE a Transformer!

I love you, Gavin, forever and always and I’ll miss you when you go to Kindergarten!…Nonna

NOTE TO SELF: When I told Gavin that his going to school would leave a huge void, he advised me, “You can have me over for dinner.”   Do that!   Often!!

pictured: Gavin loves his sisters! Gavin (2)  with Guini; Gavin (almost 4) with Gemma; Gavin as a dinosaur last fall; Gavin at “pre-school”

The Transformers (Optimus Prime) Cake

 Optimus Prime     Optimus Prime toy

Gavin wanted a Transformers Birthday Party.   All I really know about Transformers is the song, “Transformers, more than meets the eye!”   and that the “characters” are twistable and change from thing to another.   So, when I heard he wanted Optimus Prime and I did a Google search, I saw the images above: one a cartoon rendering from the original show (so I am told) and the other a plastic toy version.   I knew I wanted the cake to stand up and I was secretly hoping it would have moveable parts and actually transform, but alas…

Optimus Prime Cake 2008

Ultimately – I decided on Rice Krispie Treats instead of cake.   Hard to believe, but true: this “cake” contains the better part of 9 pounds of Rice Krispie treats, 6 pounds of buttercream (to make the fondant stick), and almost 12 pounds of my newly discovered marshmallow fondant, all on a plywood base “black-topped” with fondant.

Gav and Optimus

I planned.   I toiled.    I tried to get a grip on this Optimus Prime guy, whom I had never actually seen, and just couldn’t.   But still, I charted out a plan, came up with a design and prayed for the best.   Meanwhile, as i was talking to my parents on the phone, Dave just started building, piling the fat-free cereal treats, gluing them with buttercream and sculpting on the fondant.   Optimus got bigger and bigger and way out of my control.   Dave took over.   He was building a model, in essence.

On Saturday morning Dave did allow Stephanie and I to add a few accessories and buttons and whistles to his figure, but it was mostly Dave.   When he needed more fondant, it was all me, but this cake is Dave’s deal for Gavin!  

Yikes!   Let us get back to basics, people!…Jeanie

NOTE TO SELF: Get a grip on my limitations, for the love of Pete!   Simple, simple, s-i-m-p-l-e!

pictured: Optimus cartoon; Optimus toy; Dave’s Cake, Gavin with his birthday cake